"Why don't we go over quietly and take a look? It's so difficult for everyone now. It's not possible for their family to live alone."

The aunt suggested, and the son was also a little moved and nodded.

Outside the window, Feiyun frowned slightly, thinking of something bad.

He raised his head and looked inside the house from the corner of the window. He met the mother and son who were whispering together, then turned and walked into the alleyway between the two houses.

In the dark alley, Feiyun walked very steadily without making a sound.

Coming out of the laneway, there is a two-story building behind the house. The house is very bright, and the bright candlelight illuminates the outside.

Feiyun moved lightly and cautiously approached.

Inside the house were four men with machetes.

All four people gathered in the living room, doing their own things.

The machete man is wiping his machete with a towel, the gun man is sleeping against the wall, and the baseball man is waving a baseball bat, seemingly practicing.

A man holding a kitchen knife is sitting at the dining table and cutting something with the knife.

"Go to bed early today! Stay vigil in order, leave early tomorrow morning, and find a new village as a base."

Wiping the knife in his hand clean, the man said slowly, and several others looked at him and nodded in agreement.

"Alright.

After I came back, I thought about it carefully and realized that things were really weird.

I remember that when the stone flew over, the branches and leaves in that direction did not move. The man threw the stone with great force, and it was impossible not to touch the surrounding bushes."

The man with the gun opened his eyes, looked at the three of them and said.

"Even though his location is hidden, after we looked for him, we found no trace of anyone hiding along the way."

The baseball man stopped swinging the bat and answered.

"Even if this person is not an advanced player, he must be a master at hiding his whereabouts. Based on his performance this afternoon, it would be too easy to sneak into the village quietly and catch us off guard."

The kitchen knife man put the chopped pieces of meat into the porcelain bowl next to him, then picked up a large piece and continued to cut it.

Smelling the faint smell of blood in his nose, the man with the gun couldn't stand it anymore. He looked at the man with the kitchen knife and said, "Can you stop being so perverted? Isn't it disgusting to cut the flesh of the same kind?"

The kitchen knife man shrugged, looking helpless.

"I can't help it, the dog needs to eat.

I can't give it our food, right? There are less and less sealed packages of food. It's been several days, and the survival rate is still over 70%.

Maybe we will have to eat it in two days!

These people are starving to death anyway, and will rot in a short time, so they might as well feed the dogs, at least they can help guard against strangers."

"I won't eat that stuff." The baseball man spoke with a look of disgust.

"Yo yo yo, you are pretending to be a good person now. When you killed people two days ago, I didn't see you so conscientious?"

The chopper man looked contemptuous, they are all scum and bastards, how can they compete with each other?

"I killed them for a reason.

Don’t you want the game to end early? Besides, if they are dead now, you won’t be able to see the hell in the next few days.

Maybe they have to thank me for letting them escape the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

The baseball man explained that he admitted that he was a bastard and a bad guy.

However, there are so many people participating in the game that the survival rate is 10%. In other words, only 3245 people survived in the end.

The number of players in this round of the game is 300.

Even if players suffer losses, there are not many spots left for the aborigines to compete for. There are nearly 30,000 aborigines, and less than 3,000 will survive in the end.

Those who can survive are all people with means, strategy and courage.

It can't be these ordinary villagers.

Today, the four of them went out to chase someone. It was such a good opportunity, but these aborigines didn’t know how to run away. It’s a wonder they survived to the end.

You are going to die sooner or later, it is better to die early.

They don’t have to endure the cruelty of the final stage and can let them leave the game early. Why not?

"Cut."

The baseball man's theory makes the chopper man look down on him.

This is obviously like being a bitch and building an archway, which is disgusting.

He can honestly admit that he is a bad person and a pervert.

There is no way, the game has forced him to be so perverted. If he is not perverted, he will not be able to live without being bad.

Rather than die yourself, it would be better for someone else to die.

"I would say that the best way to clear the game is in the early stage of the game, when advanced players lead us mid-level players to kill all the natives.

It’s no problem to clear customs properly.”

The man with the machete also chimed in.

"How can game loopholes be so easy to exploit?" the gun-wielding man said, "The game will be changed to a 10% survival rate for participating players. What will you do then?"

Machete Man: "..."

Baseball Man: "..."

Chopper Man: "..."

"Then let's restrain ourselves! Anyway, with our ability, we won't be able to kill many people even if we die from exhaustion."

"Wait slowly! Now most people have no food. How long can they survive just by drinking water? By then, most people will definitely die within a day or two or even less.

In this kind of famine game, not many people will die in the early stage, but in the later stage, people will die one by one."

As he spoke, the machete man looked at the porcelain bowl with meat on the table, "After all, there are only a few people who can grab the food. If they can break through the psychological bottom line, they can eat everything, and it won't be too much."

The man with the gun glanced at the man with the kitchen knife, continued to cross his chest, closed his eyes and fell asleep. The baseball man put away his hands and sat down on the wall opposite him.

After cutting up the meat in his hand, the kitchen knife man walked out of the house and went to the low shed on the side of the small building.

In the darkness, two pairs of green eyes stared at him and let out a low howl.

"Yellow-eyed dog, I've been feeding you for a day or two, and you're still so vicious."

As he said that, the chopper man poured the meat from the bowl into the dog basin. The two dogs immediately fought for it and started eating it, making low warning sounds to each other.

The chopper man looked at the two dogs and said: "It's delicious. If it weren't for me, you would never be able to eat this kind of meat in your life. After eating, keep a good night watch for me.

I have to cheer up tonight. If there is the slightest noise outside, I will scream as hard as I can.

I will change places tomorrow and take you with me, and I will have new meat by then."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp dagger was inserted into the back of the kitchen knife man's head from behind.

At the moment before death, the chopper man heard a childish voice and said coldly: "It's a pity that you can't wait until tomorrow."

The chopper man didn't even know who killed him, so he went there after he fell.

The two meat-eating dogs hid in a nearby shed with their tails between their legs, not daring to say a word.

Feiyun looked at the Chopper Man's body and whispered, "Sorry, I promised Ding Shi that I would kill you to avenge the dead villagers."

After wiping the dagger on the chopper man's body and dragging him behind the shed, Feiyun turned around and walked into the darkness.

"Yan Fang, why haven't you come back yet?"
Chapter completed!