Only the fog that rose in the darkness slowly enveloped the entire forest.

The cold and bitter cold wind mixed in the mist brushed across the face of every player in the forest.

The twilight and the moonlight in the night mixed together, and a cold sword light reflected from the tip of the knife, reflecting on Ni Qiu's face.

Turning his head to look at the holder of the hatchet, he felt infinite fear arises naturally.

The points in the game that I just got in the forest and the points rewarded by all previous operations have been deducted at this moment.

But Ni Qiu didn't care about this at all. He only felt the god of death and came beside him.

Although it is a game, it gives people a sense of real fear.

When the hatchet suddenly stopped him, he had thought that this was a game, but his instinct as a human stopped him.

"Leave."

Death is whispering.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Ni Qiu only felt that if he went further, he would no longer face a simple death, but a call from the abyss, which was the root of his fear.

"What are you running?"

The voice of the god of death came again, and subconsciously looked at it, only seeing the hideous face.

"I, I don't..."

"As your savior, you just come to thank me and run away?"

Feng Heng put the hatchet on Ni Qiu's shoulder, grabbed his face with his right hand, and turned around suddenly.

"Hmm? Are you feeling something shameful?"

"No, no, I don't."

Ni Qiuyu answered incoherently, and there was only a hazy thing in his mind now.

The words of the god of death penetrated into his ears word by word.

The eyes of the god of death were staring at him, making him afraid.

In his chaotic mind, he was thinking about how to escape this disaster.

At the first moment, he thought of the cards he held.

Regardless of where these cards came from, Ni Qiu knelt on the ground when he took them out of his pocket.

Just like serving the god who controls his life and death, he presented the cards to the gods as sacrifices and prayed for his forgiveness.

Feng Heng took Ni Qiu's cards without hesitation. Anyway, he also needed these cards, so it would be useless to not take them.

But when he saw the content of these cards, his even more terrifying smile completely frozen on his face.

"stand up."

Unlike just now, Feng Heng's voice became a little cold.

Ni Qiu, who was addicted to his infinite fear, kept begging, but did not hear the order from the god of death.

"I'll say it again last, get up."

Ni Qiu looked stunned and looked up at the hideous face, as if he was recalling the order just now.

But Feng Heng's state was unimaginable at this moment.

The hand rises, the knife falls.

Ni Qiu opened his eyes wide, and he could only feel a cold touch passing through his right arm. When he saw the broken arm on the ground, he screamed and reacted.

At the same time, like the red shore flower blooming in hell, blood suddenly burst out from the wound.

The rusty hatchet was covered with blood.

The blood-red light reflected on Feng Heng's face.

His indifferent and indifferent look made Ni Qiu feel unprecedented fear.

"No, don't kill me..."

"Kill you?"

When Feng Heng suddenly laughed out loud when he heard the prey murmuring himself.

The laughter is so "heroic" and the smile is so "bright", but it has infinite biting coldness.

Feng Heng slowly put down the hatchet, put one hand on Ni Qiu's other shoulder, and patted it gently.

"What are you thinking, how could I kill you?"

The two of them looked like actions that only two people who had a close relationship in their school days were doing. The two put their hands on each other's shoulders, talking and laughing.

Such intimate actions could not give Ni Qiu any sense of security. He kept retreating and tried to leave the embrace of the god of death.

However, Feng Heng's hand strength was inexplicably strong, and he fixed Ni Qiu in place and could not move.

"Don't leave, tell me, we have such a good relationship, how could I kill you?"

Relationship is so good?

Ni Qiu was slightly stunned and chewed the sentence repeatedly in his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to understand something, struggled harder, with a look of horror on his face.

"Oh? I treat you as a good friend. Do you don't want to be friends with me anymore?"

Feng Heng played with the hatchet in his hand, and the blood on the blade exuded a disgusting fishy smell, muttering to himself.

"If that's the case, I will fulfill your wish. If we can't be friends, we can only be enemies."

"puff!"

Ni Qiu squirted a mouthful of blood and slowly lowered his head.

When he saw that the rusty hatchet had all been sank into his body, his eyes blinked in disbelief.

He looked up and looked at Feng Heng.

A ferocious smile symbolizing the god of death appeared on Feng Heng's face. He held the knife and used force to break the hatchet's blade from the hilt, and the blade had been completely retained in Ni Qiu's body.

The scarlet liquid was accompanied by a strong fishy smell, splattering on Feng Heng's body.

But he didn't care, but stood up and looked coldly at the zombie that was just begging him to let him go.

The body functions of a person before death are completely released at this moment.

Ni Qiu blinked his eyes, as if he was unwilling to give up, or he didn't believe it.

Unwilling to give up, unwilling to die like this.

Don’t believe it, don’t believe that you have already embarked on the underworld.

Kill.

The pleasure brought by killing is indescribable to Feng Heng.

His hands were covered in blood, but he was not nervous at all. He even kicked the body that had stood up to the ground.

This feeling is very familiar, and seems to have experienced it somewhere.

Feng Heng remembered that when the novice trained, the schizophrenic named Yang Shu in the plot was like this. Killing only brings pleasure, and he has no fear of all his actions.

Have you become a mentally ill person like him?

Maybe it's right.

Feng Heng did not deny it, but gave himself this ambiguous answer.

At the same time, the long-lost Irving sounded in the forest.

"Player Ni Qiu has been confirmed to be dead, and there are six players left. Please be careful to survive."

"Another reminder, night is about to come, and the blocked area will be blocked all night. Good luck."

Feng Heng took a look at the sky. The darkness seemed to be coming quietly. He packed up all his things and walked not far away.

Before leaving, he stroked the card Ni Qiu had just given him, snorted slightly, and threw it on the ground.

The card that was thrown out on the surface has such a description—

【Weapon Card】

akm

Rare quality

Spend 10 points

The maximum damage caused is 48 points
Chapter completed!