Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, sniffed the handmade cigarette, and there were not even cigarette butts. It seemed that some spice was placed inside, and it smelled refreshing.

"Metal strengthens the body, incense nourishes the soul." The crow said calmly, "You will get used to it in the future, but be careful not to use HIGH for nothing, as addiction will be very troublesome.

Except for a very few thousand-year-old incense, most other incenses achieve an excitation effect through stimulation sources - just like the upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes, if abused, it is easy to turn into an idiot."

Huai Shi nodded and said nothing.

After a moment, he looked at the source fire that dissipated with his fingertips and twisted his neck: "Come again."

So, darkness came.

Soon, he opened his eyes again and sighed: "Continue."

The crow nodded.

The long afternoon passed in constant repetition, until the last time he opened his eyes, the sky was already dark and everything was silent.

"Do you want to take a break?" asked the crow, "After all, it's reached its limit."

"One more."

Huai Shi finally realized the distress of the heavy game addicted people, rubbed her eyebrows and yawned: "I'm about to catch the trick."

"Okay, then, the last one?"

"The last hand."

Huai Shi nodded.

So, with a trance, he opened his eyes from the carriage, listened quietly to the orders from the front without saying a word.

I even seized the last time and closed my eyes and slept for a while.

"Call me when I'm here."

He patted his teammates on the shoulders, making out intimately.

Not long after, the car stopped outside the village.

He was rudely kicked.

Huai Shi smiled distractedly, stood up in embarrassment, and set out after her teammates. Just in the brief lurking in the grass, he suddenly patted the person in front of him on the shoulder.

Teammates turned back unhappily.

Then he saw him reaching out his hand with a expressionless face, holding the dagger, stabbing it into his throat, and swinging it horizontally.

"goodbye."

Huai Shi whispered softly.

The blood soaked the dry earth and weeds.

On the desolate land, he crawled and groped in the direction of another teammate, moving quickly. When crawling, he used his limbs together.

It's like a spider crawling among thorns.

One after another, based on the information of the report points on the intercom, I enjoyed the pleasure of hitting my teammates.

The experience of Erwuzi stabbing in the back is really pleasant. Huai Shi actually felt that she was becoming more proficient.

Such a wonderful time continued until the gunfire of Team A began to fight came ahead.

He sighed and heard the alarm from the walkie-talkie, and someone had noticed something was wrong. After all, four or five people had not answered for more than five minutes.

It seems that I can't make it anymore.

He shook his head, sat on the ground, pulled out a few small pomegranate latches, weighed it in his hand for a few times, and threw it out with great effort.

The roar of explosions kept coming from afar.

There was a gunshot, and the bushes beside him were hit by bullets like weeds in the rainstorm, constantly trembling.

Huai Shi sighed, raised her sleeves and wiped the blood from her face, and stood up from the bodies of her teammates. His uniform had been stained with scarlet red by the blood of his friendly troops.

There was a big piece of red on his butt.

"Why is it like a monkey having hemorrhoids?"

Huai Shi complained, picked up the rifle, walked in the direction of the gunshot, and shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, you are your own!"

Then he pulled the trigger to those surprised faces.

He swept away a magazine without any resistance, then another magazine was shot on the shoulder, as if a big hole was opened by a chisel. In the severe pain, he seemed to be unable to feel his left hand.

"It's too much, why did my hand break again?"

Huai Shi sighed helplessly, "I haven't learned to change the magazine with one hand."

Throwing off the automatic rifle in his hand, he pulled out his pistol and walked towards the village.

"7794! What are you doing!" An angry roar came from the walkie-talkie.

"Of course it's a painful blow to my teammates. Don't you know what my friend is? I choose Black Lily, you choose Half-End, and we can rebuild the empire together."

But there was no sound on the intercom, only a gloomy silence, until the instructor's cold voice sounded: "Task changes, clear 7794."

Being concentrated.

"Don't make a decision so quickly."

Huai Shi sighed. Before the channel was cut off, he lifted the intercom and said tentatively: "I think I can still be rescued."

Bang!

Huai Shi subconsciously tilted her head and saw the walkie-talkie thrown out of her hand explode into a ball of garbage in the air.

Sniper's bullet.

Under the strong reminder of his premonition of death, he crawled and quickly climbed into the complex alleys in the village, and heard footsteps coming from all directions.

He counted silently in his heart.

In the original carriage, there were seven teams on the left, six teams on the right, and thirteen people were involved.

Under Erwuzi's backstab, Team B has now hung up six of them, and has been wiped out. Logically speaking, the tape will have to be placed on the B side, but now the A side has not been placed yet.

Huai Shi felt that she was about to be released by A.

Fortunately, the location is not far away.

He gestured, raised his pistol and named the rash ghost in front of him. After falling to the ground, he made up two shots, pushed out the magazine and looked at it. There were still six bullets, just one shot at each person... It's weird, he

He is not a sharpshooter. In this kind of melee, being able to hit one person with six shots is already a waste of luck.

He might try to shoot randomly with five shots. If these five shots cannot kill the six people on the other side (one shot is just one and two), then the remaining shot can give himself a pleasure.

A strong death without being humiliated sounds so romantic...

The sound of footsteps gradually increased in the distance. He stomped over the wall and jumped out of the alley. After experiencing so many death cycles, he had mastered some rules.

Compared with the malicious level designs of today's VR games, this setting that can reduce the difficulty by just the back panel is simply too kind.

Then, in the yard behind the wall, he saw those horrified eyes again.

The hunchbacked woman was still looking at the sky.

His eyes were dull.

In vain, he wanted to hide two thin children behind him.

But they were all dead now, lying on the ground, carrying bullet holes and blood on their bodies. Dust fell from the wind, covering the hollow pupils.

"Why are you again?"

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, scratched her hair, and wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say. She knew that this was a record, and these were all false NPCs, but she still felt indescribable ashamed.

This is not a game.

"sorry."

Huai Shi lowered her head and dared not look at the eyes covered in dust again.

He said, "I'll go out now."

After striking hard to open the door, Huai Shi rushed into the road and stabbed the gun chamber into an opponent's eye socket: "Go to die--"

collapse!

A ball of plasma broke out from the back of the man's head. He didn't have time to look around and ran away, staggeringly trying to get farther away from the yard.

But I can never forget those eyes.

When he began to treat all this as a game, the countless deaths in the records woke him up from his dream again. This is not a game, this is a record, the history of the past.

History that once happened in a corner of this world.

Insignificant massacre and insignificant death.

They are all dead.

Those pupils that lost their glory are gradually covered, buried, forgotten, and even not qualified to be remembered by people...

Huai Shi staggered and rushed forward tiredly in the crack. After kicking open a door in front of her, she finally arrived at her destination.
To be continued...