After all, it still disappointed the Chinese medicine man, and the kitchen knife was quickly taken by other men.

The loose rope was cut by a kitchen knife and fell to the ground, and the man's gaze moved to and fro with the two companions.

The sharp kitchen knife cut through the loose rope and fell to the ground. The man's gaze shifted to and fro with the two companions, his eyes flashing with hesitation and hidden ferocity.

The three of them are all unpopular middle-aged homeless people in the neighborhood, without wives and children, and they only got together when the end of the world came, and their relationship was not deep.

"Kill him first! He's no longer using Chinese medicine! ”

The man with the scar looked at the man who had already stood up in horror, and he was afraid that the sharp kitchen knife would stab him.

"Don't ...... Don't be impulsive......" The Chinese medicine man spoke with difficulty, his face pale, and his chest kept rising and falling.

"He has only joined us for a few days, he eats more and does less, and he is the first to die if he wants to die, if it weren't for him, how could we have come here, he harmed us!"

Seeing that the man had been shaken, the man with the scar continued, "He deserves to die! Don't forget, you can only survive with one person! ”

The man of Chinese medicine retorted: "I think it should be you, I have been drugged, and you are still strong, you are the biggest threat, you don't want to be taken advantage of, he is the most scheming!" ”

As his words fell, there seemed to be a murderous aura in the air.

The quarrel between two men, the entanglement of one man, this team is like a mess of loose sand, as long as you use it a little, you can see the badness of this team.

The man with the kitchen knife finally made his move, and he walked towards another man with a scar on his face.

The Chinese medicine man is right, the strong scar man is the biggest threat!

The muscular man watched him approach, his eyes full of horror and puzzlement. He tried to retreat, but his steps seemed to be restrained by the muddy ground and he couldn't move.

The man with the kitchen knife got closer and closer, and his gaze became more and more eerie.

Qing Yao's eyes flashed with interest, and she helplessly swept the man holding the kitchen knife, a little brainy, the villain just died from talking too much.

Just as the kitchen knife man wanted to cut the scar man's head, he received a blow in the back, and the drugged man slammed the kitchen knife man to the ground, and the strong scar man had already broken free of the rope.

"Fuck you!"

The man with the scar suddenly became furious, and he rushed at the man.

The man's face changed, and his body took a sharp step back, trying to dodge the scarred man's attack. However, his movements were obviously not fast enough, and the man with the scar had already snatched the kitchen knife with brute force, cutting through his clothes and leaving a shallow scar on his chest.

"You shit!" The scarred man sneered, "Do you think you'll be able to escape?" Today is your day of death! ”

This time, the kitchen knife he snatched was already aimed at the man's throat.

The man cried out in despair, but his voice was drowned out by the night wind. He tried to struggle, but his body seemed to have lost its strength.

He would never have thought that the Chinese medicine man and the scar man would reach a cooperation in just a few minutes and calculate his life.

The scar man brandished a kitchen knife and rushed towards the man. In the sun, the cold light of the kitchen knife flickered, as if death had descended.

The man struggled to his feet, trying to dodge the fatal blow.

However, his body seemed to have lost its strength, and he could only watch as the scarred man approached.

"You, you're ......"

The man with the kitchen knife was very stunned, and before he could say a few words, the kitchen knife had already slashed through his neck.

Blood spilled out, and death was not seen.

The Chinese medicine man lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

The Chinese medicine man lay on the ground, gasping for breath, lying on the ground, watching the death of his companion.

"Next, it's you."

The man with the scar looked at the man with Chinese medicine, his eyes were full of cruelty and coldness. He approached the Chinese medicine man step by step, and the kitchen knife in his hand was dripping with blood.

The picture suddenly darkened, leaving only the Chinese medicine man lying alone on the ground, looking at the corpse of his companion, his face full of sadness and despair.

"You, you cooperated with me a few seconds ago, do you have a heart!" The Chinese medicine man was very unwilling, if he hadn't seen the strong man break free of the rope, how could he cooperate with him?

He wanted both of them dead! It's better to die without a corpse!

"Huh, you think I don't know about you? If it weren't for the drug, would you cooperate with me? Say, what other last words? ”

The man was carrying a kitchen knife, and the tip of the knife touched the face of the man with Chinese medicine.

"I forgot, everyone is alone, what last words do you have to leave behind?"

Sensing that death was coming, the Chinese medicine man's eyes were full of hatred, and his will to survive was very strong, he begged bitterly: "Don't kill me, I have a last word, then my last word to tell ......"

The Chinese medicine man muttered in a low voice, and the strong man rarely had a trace of curiosity, he lowered his head and asked, "Who to tell ......?"

Before he could hear a reply, a powerful arm slammed his head into the ground.

With a "bang", the back of the Chinese medicine man's head slammed heavily on the hard ground, accompanied by a sharp pain, and his consciousness instantly became blurred.

"Say ......" The strong scar man stepped on the chest of the Chinese medicine man, looked down at him condescendingly, and his voice was cold and cruel.

The Chinese medicine man endured the severe pain, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger. His eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the man with the scar raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, kicking him several times. The Chinese medicine man lay on the ground, moaning in pain, blood pouring from the corners of his mouth.

He crawled in from the ground with a frenzy, and slammed the scar man into the wall like a human bomb.

"Stop!"

The scar man was a fat man, he held the kitchen knife tightly in his hand and swung it, slashing at the arm of the Chinese medicine man, blood splattered, and the white wall left bright red.

"It's bloody!"

Qing Yao commented that she was not surprised by this result, a man who often talked about murder, no matter how well he disguised it, could not hide his cruelty.

Although he was holding a kitchen knife, the strong man was also scarred by the Chinese medicine man.

Soon, the kitchen knife slit the throat of the Chinese medicine man. The blood spread rapidly, and after a while, it flowed to Qing Yao's feet.

Qing Yao stood in the shadows, looking coldly at everything that was happening in front of her, feeling the fragility and cruelty of life.

She could only stand there silently, watching the man who was once alive now become an inanimate body.

The blood was still flowing, and the bright red color formed a small sea of blood at Qing Yao's feet, it was the blood of the wicked, and she hid aside in disgust.

Qing Yao sighed lightly and said to the man lying in the sea of blood: "It's amazing, you're still alive." ”

The man's eyes flashed with the joy of survival, "I'm the last person, survivor game, can you let me go?" What is that antidote? ”

Facing Qing Yao, who killed them twice and injured one, the man was full of respect at the moment.

Qing Yao hooked her lips and smiled, as enchanting as a hundred flowers blooming. She walked up to the man and looked down at him, "What do you think?" ”

The man's eyes flashed slightly, he clenched the kitchen knife in both hands, and sat up with his body propped up, "I...... I can give you money, give you food, and you let me go. ”

Qing Yao chuckled lightly, her laughter was as crisp as a silver bell, "Money? Did you know that there are things in this world that are worth more than money? ”

"Antidote, no, I'll play with you."

Qing Yao's words were like a knife, piercing deep into the man's heart. He looked down at Qing Yao, his eyes flashing with resentment.

"No cure?" He gritted his teeth and repeated, "No cure? Are you playing with us? ”

Qing Yao shrugged her shoulders and looked at him with a smile, "Of course, I'm just playing with you." That black ball was made by me casually in the soil dish in the kitchen, what do you think will be the antidote? ”

The man's face turned pale, anger and despair intertwined on his face. He clenched the kitchen knife in his hand, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"You ......" he was so angry that he couldn't speak, his body trembling.

Qing Yao smiled very proudly: "You go, I still talk about credibility, and we will never see each other again after today." ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

The man bent down, countless thoughts flashed in his eyes, and then he thought that the woman in front of him could silently make the three big men faint, and the anger of swallowing the dirty dirt had been suppressed, just let him live.

The man passed by Qing Yao with a bloody smell, and with the hope of life, he was just about to step out of 504, when the wind sounded behind him, the blade slipped down, and a female voice said faintly: "Idiot, how can I not talk about the rules of the game?" ”

The man's body stiffened, and he slowly turned around and looked at Qing Yao, a look of horror flashed in his eyes. The kitchen knife in his hand had slid to the ground with a crisp sound. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Qing Yao looked at him with a smile, her tone calm and indifferent: "You know what? This game is a game with only four people, and I won't let you go easily. Perhaps you should remember my other identity as a punisher. ”

The man's face was pale and his body trembled, what did he mean?

A game for four people? Four people! Punishers? Punish what? A wicked man like him?

That......

He asked in a trembling voice, "You...... Who are you? ”

Qing Yao looked at him with a smile, her tone calm and indifferent: "I'm Qing Yao, and I'm the last challenger you have to face today." ”

The man's mind was even more confused, and he didn't know what to do. He clenched the kitchen knife in his hand, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Qing Yao looked at him and did not feel panicked, but smiled calmly. She knew that there was no way back for this man, and he had to face his fate.

The man quickly bent down to pick up the kitchen knife that had fallen to the ground, and rushed towards Qing Yao with all the strength of his body. His scarred face was hideous, and his body trembled, as if he was launching a final battle against Qing Yao. However, Qing Yao did not dodge, but stood quietly in place, waiting for his arrival.

When the man rushed in front of Qing Yao, he suddenly felt a chill hit him. He saw a cold light flashing in Qing Yao's eyes, as if he could see through his heart. The kitchen knife in his hand stopped in front of Qing Yao, and he felt that his strength had been completely sucked away.

Three men remained in 504 forever.

Qing Yao clapped her palms and shouted towards the kitchen, "Come out." ”

504 The woman cowered and moved out, she listened to the audience, and the vigilance against Qing Yao was pulled to the highest, she was afraid that she would not escape death.

Qing Yao looked at her with a smile and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." ”

504 The woman cautiously approached Qing Yao, looking at her bright eyes, and the fear in her heart gradually dissipated.

Qing Yao pushed the woman aside, very neatly put the compressed biscuits and instant noodles into the space capsule, and swaggered to harvest the drinking water under the woman's gaze.

Her movements were swift and orderly, as if it were just a casual one. The woman looked at her, glanced at her own kitchen knife soaked in blood, and trembled without saying a word.

Qing Yao picked up the kitchen knife that 501 cleaned and stepped out of 504.

Her steps are brisk and powerful, as if with a victorious attitude, as she walks out of this room that was once full of danger and death, and into the unknown future.

The 504 woman stood in place, watching Qing Yao's departing back. Her heart was full of gratitude and awe, but more of it was an inexplicable fear. She looked at Qing Yao's back, as if she saw a mysterious and powerful existence, she didn't know how powerful Qing Yao was, and she didn't know if she would come back.

She only knew that she had regained her innocence and a life, but she had also lost everything.