In the end, although Songtaichai bit the Indian guy, he was also half-awake. His playing style was too cruel and meticulous, which made the panicked Indian Asan find an opportunity and go out.

Songtaichai stumbled and fainted on the ground, feeling itchy on his skin, his body temperature continued to rise, and his adrenaline secretion was more than several times faster than before?

Everything in front of him made him breathe, but he gradually lost consciousness...

The Indian guy was also panicked and running wildly.

Warnings came from his mind.

"Warning, you have been infected by the G virus!"

"You need to go to the vending machine as soon as possible to buy vaccines, otherwise you will be erased and transformed into zombies..."

"Wow!" The Indian guy ran barefoot and desperately, running towards the vending machine.

He knew that there was a tiger's den on the vending machine, but now he had no choice but to go.

Even if you die, you will die next to the vending machine!

Du Mu almost collapsed to the ground when he looked at the room that was so messy that he had been fighting.

The Muay Thai adventurer Songtai's combat power was far beyond his imagination.

This is not difficult to understand.

Du Mu used to be an air conditioner repairman. His social level was limited. How many real-life murderers could he come into contact with?

"It's so dangerous. If I hadn't discovered the hidden secrets of this world in time and the bugs on me, my only result would have been to be beaten by this Thai master..."

Du Mu raised his hand in a complicated mood and glanced at the clock under his skin.

After a long entanglement with Songtai, he spent 15 minutes, and he had only 42 minutes left in his survival time.

"I have to kill someone." Du Mu had no choice but to clean up.

His life is destined to calculate the remaining life in minutes. The steps of fate and death always sound in his ears, urging him to kill people...

If you don’t kill someone for an hour, you will die. It’s really exciting.

"Although this bug is enough to be fooled and cannot replenish your life, it can activate the plot characters, and this function is quite useful." Du Mu had not yet thought about how to use his special abilities for a while, but he just felt that the bug on his body might probably be a big deal if he had a disagreement.

In his mind, classic characters such as Lyon, Chris, and King Aida flashed through his mind...

"Raccoon City, Raccoon City... I'll wipe it!"

A light of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, and Du Mu shouted: "From the current situation, it's not that the virus just broke out, before the government intervened, right? The plot behind it..."

"This city was cleaved by the helpless U.S. government 24 hours after the virus outbreak...

Du Mu stood up and looked down at the raccoon city through the window.

In the raccoon market, you can still hear faint gunfire, and more street fights.

500 people from all over the world are still fighting fiercely, and they do not notice the special significance of the Lord God's choice of this environment as a battlefield.

"No! This is not a simple killing and chicken-eating game." A trace of enlightenment flashed in Du Mu's eyes: "Strictly speaking, this is a PUBG game! Addiction to killing will only make your path narrower and narrower. At least it is not suitable for me."

"Since I have the bug of the resurrected plot characters, I should go to the plot line!"

"The most important plot point in Resident Evil Raccoon City is..."

"Police Department!"

"The next step is to rush to the police station immediately. Whether I meet the characters in the plot or try to activate them with bUG, it is much more reliable than the headless flies that are now being hit by them!"

Du Mu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Planning this thing may not be reliable.

But without a plan, it is absolutely unreliable.

Du Mu, who has to kneel down at any time, cannot tolerate a mistake in this world of the strong.

He made up his mind and turned to leave.

"Huh? What is this?"

Du Mu's eyes were attracted by something left on the bed.

That thing looks like a black Buddha statue ornament.

But Du Mu had never seen such a strange Buddha statue ornament.

It is pitch black all over, like a carved black jade, but it feels warmer than any jade that Du Mu has ever touched, and is even smoother than the most delicate jade.

It carved an eight-armed black Buddha. The black Buddha held eight Buddhist weapons on his eight arms. The Buddha should have been kind-hearted, but on this ornament, his eyes showed indescribable evil spirits and fierce bullies, which made people feel cold in their hearts...

Du Mu and Hei Buddha looked at each other for a moment, feeling as if their souls were about to be sucked in.

He suddenly broke free, blinked, and threw the illusion in his mind out.

"Huh, it's so dangerous. What kind of evil thing is this? Why is it here?"

Du Mu suddenly remembered that this object seemed to be falling from Songtai and the two female corpses flying together. Cough cough, it fell during doubles.

"Sure enough, evil people have evil things. I heard that many eminent monks in Thailand make black heads and magic weapons. This black Buddha should be a very powerful black head. I just don't know how to use it?"

Du Mu's guess is correct.

As the number one master of the Thai drug lord warlord, Songtai guessed that he could indeed get a very strange black head-slaying magic weapon. This black Buddha is the most evil head-slaying master in Thailand. He used a baby who had just been born for 100 days and used the most inhumane methods to torture him, cry for 100 days, and then kill him after being dying. He used the black head-slaying technique to seal the baby's soul in his body and burn it to create this extremely evil black Buddha.

This black head-reducing technique is extremely powerful and has amazing effects, and can often go against the will of heaven. However, because it is too harmful to nature, it greatly damages the good deeds, and has extremely great side effects. It may not harm others or harm yourself.

Du Mu rubbed the eight-armed black Buddha and saw a string of Thai words below.

Du Mu remembered the viciousness of Songtai's guess, and felt that this thing was probably not a good bird. He was about to throw it away, but he received a series of space prompts in his mind.

"You have obtained a soul equipment."

"???" Du Mu heard the new term again: "Soul Equipment? What?"

Tip: "Soul equipment is the only equipment that adventurers can bring into the Unlimited Jedi game. Please explore other functions yourself."

Then no matter how Du Mu asked, he ignored it.

Faced with the arrogant space, Du Mu had to accept his fate.

He chewed this prompt repeatedly and his eyes lit up.

"I entered the space and didn't carry any personal belongings. I killed the Mexican Axe Brother, but I guessed that this Songtai was carrying it. This shows that this eight-armed Black Buddha is not an ordinary person?"

Du Mu looked at the time and another 5 minutes passed. Only 38 minutes left in his life. He didn't dare to delay any longer, so he had to put away his eight-armed black Buddha, carefully go out, and walk towards the police station.

At this time, in a room in the basement of the building, Songtaichai temporarily recovered his mind.
Chapter completed!