Ning Su walked along the vines to where Gu Xinghua was hanging upside down from a tree. Staring at the bloody back of his head for a while, he extended his hand and gave it a slap, like hitting a ball.
“Bang!”
The “ball” was slapped onto the thick tree trunk, producing a dull sound that made one’s forehead ache.
Gu Xinghua shuddered in pain, almost cursing out loud, but for some reason, he held it back.
“You owe me,” Ning Su said, delivering another slap, “and the fish too.”
Gu Xinghua gritted his teeth, swaying back after being hit on the tree trunk. He saw Ning Su looking at the lush green vines around and saying to him, “You don’t even deserve a small red flower.”
Gu Xinghua: “???”
Ning Su glanced at the fresh vines, his eyes gleaming with a frightening light. “Can’t let it go to waste, right?”
With that, he took out a kitchen knife and started chopping the vines on the ground with a “bang bang bang.”
Two meters long would be considered a segment. Many segments were cut and piled together.
Everyone: “???”
Gu Xinghua swallowed hard. “Ning Su, brother, brother! Could you please cut the vines on me too?”
Being hung upside down like a dead person, he felt particularly panicked, fearing that when the sun set, the corpses would mistake him for one of their own.
“Give me one hundred million points,” Ning Su said fairly.
“...”
Gu Xinghua almost cursed again.
Ning Su dragged all these vines to the place where they were grilling fish, intending to lay them on the bed after finishing the meal.
The bed on the bus was hard, and the sheets had a musty smell. Ning Su decided that after finishing the meal today, he would improve the accommodation.
The surrounding players stared at him in fear. They saw that even the human pupa master couldn’t cut the vines, but this young man chopped a large bunch as if cutting cabbage.
What kind of heavenly weapon was that kitchen knife of his?
Pang Yang moved over in confusion. “You...”
Fang Qi also moved over. “Did you obtain a weapon, like Flower God’s blessed kitchen knife or something from the last dungeon?”
Fang Qi felt that his speculation was quite reasonable.
The human pupa master said these vines were terrifying, but Fang Qi thought that no matter how terrifying, it couldn’t be scarier than the flowers and the Flower God in the Dark Swamp. Wouldn’t the kitchen knife blessed by the Flower God be the nemesis of all plants?
Ning Su: “...”
Ning Su continued to grill fish, and Fang Qi just took it as his tacit approval.
Two players quietly joined them, and all three remained silent.
The human pupa master had an unpleasant expression on her face, emitting a cold aura. She glanced around. “Why haven’t some players come down yet? Are they waiting to die on the bus?”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but everyone outside the bus heard it. They weren’t sure if those inside heard it.
Eight players had died, leaving twenty-two.
Currently, there were about fourteen or fifteen players outside the bus, with some still inside.
Players died in the pitch-black night, unaware of the specific situation in other buses or how much those players knew about the instance.
After the human pupa master shouted, two or three players, appearing distressed or terrified, came down one after another.
They hesitated on the road. One of them walked towards the human pupa master, and the other two followed.
On the human pupa master’s side, they were grilling fish, the only edible option.
Clearly, the fish caught initially wasn’t enough to eat. Lu Si asked someone to join him in catching a few more fish.
The two people who had just come down, feeling disoriented, went with him to escape the terrifying atmosphere.
The river wasn’t far away. Three men rolled up their pants, holding fish spears as they entered the water.
As their feet stepped in, the clear river water stirred up the fine mud at the bottom, clouding the water.
A newly arrived player frowned as he looked at the murky river water. “Let’s go slower; otherwise, we won’t be able to see the fish. Besides, with the water so muddy, if there’s anything inside, we won’t be able to see it.”
Lu Si shuddered, thinking about the dungeon set in the underworld. The path they walked was filled with shadows, making him feel a chill underfoot, suspecting something at the riverbed.
Glancing up, he saw a thin layer of mist on the vast river, and at some point, the intense sunlight was blocked, making it gloomy.
“Pah, pah, pah!” The player realized he said something inappropriate, “Don’t take it seriously.”
He said to Lu Si, “I’m Ruan Haiyan, from bus 04.”
Lu Si replied simply, “I’m Lu Si.”
He still remembered what Ning Su had said, that the corpses could hear their words and might use their words to manipulate them.
Although it was night, and the corpses that slept during the day, under the successive shocks of death, he was constantly tense.
Another new player came down and said, “I’ve seen you before, are you from the Yake Guild, Lu Si?”
Lu Si nodded, glancing at the player.
He looked somewhat frail, with yellow skin, giving off a feeling of prolonged hunger and thinness.
Lu Si didn’t have much impression of him, not from a dungeon encounter; it should have been at the game base.
“Yes,” Lu Si said. “And you are?”
The person lifted his foot, creating a splash as he took a big step forward, suddenly freezing in place.
His leg caused ripples on the water’s surface, as if he were exerting force but couldn’t pull his leg out.
Thinking of what Ruan Haiyan had said earlier and that chilling feeling at the soles of his feet, Lu Si panicked. “What’s happening? Is something grabbing your leg?”
The movement of the ripples became more intense. The man, struggling, puffed out his cheeks and cursed.
Lu Si and Ruan Haiyan could almost be certain that he was caught by something under the river.
Instinctively wanting to run, Lu Si restrained the urge to escape, bravely approaching. “Don’t panic, I’ll help you pull it out!”
Ruan Haiyan, who had taken a step out, also stopped and came over more slowly.
Lu Si gripped the leg trapped in the river with both hands. The river water was icy, chilling the leg he was holding.
Frantically pulling the leg out, Lu Si heard the sound of Ruan Haiyan falling into the river. Water splashed onto his head, sliding down his short hair and onto his hot scalp.
He shivered, subconsciously looking up, seeing Ruan Haiyan’s terrified expression.
Meanwhile, under the water, a cold hand covered his hand holding the leg.
Lu Si froze, his mind going blank.
He gripped “him” by the calf, squatting in the river, with his chin hovering near the water’s surface. The water rippled under the dim sunlight, brushing past his chin.
River water from above flowed into his eyes. Lu Si blinked, looking down at the river surface.
The person above him blocked the sunlight, bending over and casting a shadow. He was looking down at him.
In the rippling water, “his” face kept distorting.
Lu Si’s hand trembled as it was pressed onto that leg again, feeling the icy skin on both the palm and the back of his hand.
He raised his head in horror and saw the smile on that face.
“His” face was sallow, with well-defined muscles. On the wheat-colored skin, there were large, intensely black pupils. When looked at against the light, those eyes excitedly trembled for a moment.
The corners of ‘his’ mouth slowly stretched.
“Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!”
Amidst a series of terrified screams, a hand from the riverbed reached up, pressing against the back of his head, and pushed him into the riverbed.
The river water was murky and acrid, with small fish scattering in panic.
Lu Si felt himself sinking continuously.
Sinking and sinking.
Until he reached a pile of mud and white bones.
“Ah! Ahhhhh!”
Ning Su walked along the vines to where Gu Xinghua was hanging upside down from a tree. Staring at the bloody back of his head for a while, he extended his hand and gave it a slap, like hitting a ball.
“Bang!”
The “ball” was slapped onto the thick tree trunk, producing a dull sound that made one’s forehead ache.
Gu Xinghua shuddered in pain, almost cursing out loud, but for some reason, he held it back.
“You owe me,” Ning Su said, delivering another slap, “and the fish too.”
Gu Xinghua gritted his teeth, swaying back after being hit on the tree trunk. He saw Ning Su looking at the lush green vines around and saying to him, “You don’t even deserve a small red flower.”
Gu Xinghua: “???”
Ning Su glanced at the fresh vines, his eyes gleaming with a frightening light. “Can’t let it go to waste, right?”
With that, he took out a kitchen knife and started chopping the vines on the ground with a “bang bang bang.”
Two meters long would be considered a segment. Many segments were cut and piled together.
Everyone: “???”
Gu Xinghua swallowed hard. “Ning Su, brother, brother! Could you please cut the vines on me too?”
Being hung upside down like a dead person, he felt particularly panicked, fearing that when the sun set, the corpses would mistake him for one of their own.
“Give me one hundred million points,” Ning Su said fairly.
“...”
Gu Xinghua almost cursed again.
Ning Su dragged all these vines to the place where they were grilling fish, intending to lay them on the bed after finishing the meal.
The bed on the bus was hard, and the sheets had a musty smell. Ning Su decided that after finishing the meal today, he would improve the accommodation.
The surrounding players stared at him in fear. They saw that even the human pupa master couldn’t cut the vines, but this young man chopped a large bunch as if cutting cabbage.
What kind of heavenly weapon was that kitchen knife of his?
Pang Yang moved over in confusion. “You...”
Fang Qi also moved over. “Did you obtain a weapon, like Flower God’s blessed kitchen knife or something from the last dungeon?”
Fang Qi felt that his speculation was quite reasonable.
The human pupa master said these vines were terrifying, but Fang Qi thought that no matter how terrifying, it couldn’t be scarier than the flowers and the Flower God in the Dark Swamp. Wouldn’t the kitchen knife blessed by the Flower God be the nemesis of all plants?
Ning Su: “...”
Ning Su continued to grill fish, and Fang Qi just took it as his tacit approval.
Two players quietly joined them, and all three remained silent.
The human pupa master had an unpleasant expression on her face, emitting a cold aura. She glanced around. “Why haven’t some players come down yet? Are they waiting to die on the bus?”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but everyone outside the bus heard it. They weren’t sure if those inside heard it.
Eight players had died, leaving twenty-two.
Currently, there were about fourteen or fifteen players outside the bus, with some still inside.
Players died in the pitch-black night, unaware of the specific situation in other buses or how much those players knew about the instance.
After the human pupa master shouted, two or three players, appearing distressed or terrified, came down one after another.
They hesitated on the road. One of them walked towards the human pupa master, and the other two followed.
On the human pupa master’s side, they were grilling fish, the only edible option.
Clearly, the fish caught initially wasn’t enough to eat. Lu Si asked someone to join him in catching a few more fish.
The two people who had just come down, feeling disoriented, went with him to escape the terrifying atmosphere.
The river wasn’t far away. Three men rolled up their pants, holding fish spears as they entered the water.
As their feet stepped in, the clear river water stirred up the fine mud at the bottom, clouding the water.
A newly arrived player frowned as he looked at the murky river water. “Let’s go slower; otherwise, we won’t be able to see the fish. Besides, with the water so muddy, if there’s anything inside, we won’t be able to see it.”
Lu Si shuddered, thinking about the dungeon set in the underworld. The path they walked was filled with shadows, making him feel a chill underfoot, suspecting something at the riverbed.
Glancing up, he saw a thin layer of mist on the vast river, and at some point, the intense sunlight was blocked, making it gloomy.
“Pah, pah, pah!” The player realized he said something inappropriate, “Don’t take it seriously.”
He said to Lu Si, “I’m Ruan Haiyan, from bus 04.”
Lu Si replied simply, “I’m Lu Si.”
He still remembered what Ning Su had said, that the corpses could hear their words and might use their words to manipulate them.
Although it was night, and the corpses that slept during the day, under the successive shocks of death, he was constantly tense.
Another new player came down and said, “I’ve seen you before, are you from the Yake Guild, Lu Si?”
Lu Si nodded, glancing at the player.
He looked somewhat frail, with yellow skin, giving off a feeling of prolonged hunger and thinness.
Lu Si didn’t have much impression of him, not from a dungeon encounter; it should have been at the game base.
“Yes,” Lu Si said. “And you are?”
The person lifted his foot, creating a splash as he took a big step forward, suddenly freezing in place.
His leg caused ripples on the water’s surface, as if he were exerting force but couldn’t pull his leg out.
Thinking of what Ruan Haiyan had said earlier and that chilling feeling at the soles of his feet, Lu Si panicked. “What’s happening? Is something grabbing your leg?”
The movement of the ripples became more intense. The man, struggling, puffed out his cheeks and cursed.
Lu Si and Ruan Haiyan could almost be certain that he was caught by something under the river.
Instinctively wanting to run, Lu Si restrained the urge to escape, bravely approaching. “Don’t panic, I’ll help you pull it out!”
Ruan Haiyan, who had taken a step out, also stopped and came over more slowly.
Lu Si gripped the leg trapped in the river with both hands. The river water was icy, chilling the leg he was holding.
Frantically pulling the leg out, Lu Si heard the sound of Ruan Haiyan falling into the river. Water splashed onto his head, sliding down his short hair and onto his hot scalp.
He shivered, subconsciously looking up, seeing Ruan Haiyan’s terrified expression.
Meanwhile, under the water, a cold hand covered his hand holding the leg.
Lu Si froze, his mind going blank.
He gripped “him” by the calf, squatting in the river, with his chin hovering near the water’s surface. The water rippled under the dim sunlight, brushing past his chin.
River water from above flowed into his eyes. Lu Si blinked, looking down at the river surface.
The person above him blocked the sunlight, bending over and casting a shadow. He was looking down at him.
In the rippling water, “his” face kept distorting.
Lu Si’s hand trembled as it was pressed onto that leg again, feeling the icy skin on both the palm and the back of his hand.
He raised his head in horror and saw the smile on that face.
“His” face was sallow, with well-defined muscles. On the wheat-colored skin, there were large, intensely black pupils. When looked at against the light, those eyes excitedly trembled for a moment.
The corners of ‘his’ mouth slowly stretched.
“Ah! Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhhhh!”
Amidst a series of terrified screams, a hand from the riverbed reached up, pressing against the back of his head, and pushed him into the riverbed.
The river water was murky and acrid, with small fish scattering in panic.
Lu Si felt himself sinking continuously.
Sinking and sinking.
Until he reached a pile of mud and white bones.
“Ah! Ahhhhh!”
