Congratulations on Your Successful Escape Chapter 7: “Thank you…shut up, waste.”
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Qin Lu even forgot to escape, staring like a sharp knife at the man who had already begun to run towards the door, his head was filled with three words—why!
Why do you do this!
clearly I'm here to help you!
obviously I am going to help you lead the butcher away!
Why!
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His anger seemed to burn a large swath of rotten leaves, like a hot red soldering iron stuck in his throat.
The heartbeat is getting closer, Qin Lu finally recovered and looked back.
The backlit butcher hurried towards him, he couldn't stand up at all, and his two frail legs didn't seem to belong to him anymore.
He was like a disabled person who was overthrown by a wicked wheelchair. He crawled frantically, and suddenly felt a cold wind behind him. When he looked back subconsciously, he saw the sharp machete reflecting the cold light under the light.
Qin Lu widened his eyes to see the machete slashing towards his back, and he saw the blood spurting from his body instantly.
Another warm blood spilled on the butcher's body.
Qin Lu has no strength anymore.
His body was so painful that he didn't feel a trace of pain. Only when the butcher pulled the machete from his back, he let out a bitter snoring.
His eyelids were heavy, and his body was carried by the butcher on his shoulders, like a dead body, moving towards the red house.
He suddenly heard the voice of the person managing the game, and Lin Tianxiang's cold profile also appeared in the dark sky.
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Cold Wind Farm is dead.
A line of whiteness floated from the sky far, far away, and large crowds of crows were startled, like a black cloth, hovering in the air, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down, washing away the blood stains all night. Water vapor pervades wantonly.
Qin Lu woke up suddenly, and a needle-like rain patted his face.
The butcher still carried him on his shoulders, and a few steps further forward was the red house.
Down the twenty-odd stairs in the red house, it is the iron tree with hooks.
Qin Lu's heart was calmly like a dry spring, empty.
"That's it." He thought.
Although the process was very different from what he thought, the result was no different.
He is also tired.
This game is too frustrating.
It would be nice to start the game like a black man.
My head hurts and my eyes closed.
OK, over, 1 million sent to my sister.
can eat less hardship, the key is still very fast.
He tugged at the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the running water on the ground quickly flowing into the sewer not far away.
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The surveillance room is full of people.
roughly count, about three hundred people.
In front of them is a huge screen. On the screen is the picture of the butcher carrying Qin Lu to the basement.
"Oh, Corey, no one of you can pass this new round of the game." The white man was holding a glass of wine with an unknown name in his hand, half of his **** sat on the monitor, his upper body was not. He stopped dancing, as if mocking, but his eyes seemed very kind.
"Isn't it over yet?" The man named Corey smiled and said, "And it's nothing, anyway, it's all from Huaxia, so I didn't have any hope."
"Look, you see, your mouth is hardened, isn't it?" The white man said, "The problem of choosing your own people, you also said that it was used to fill the number."
"I thought the kid had a chance to pass before, who knew he would run back, hahaha." The white man laughed, drank the wine in his glass, then squinted his eyes and said, "I see. , Huaxia people still can’t do it, you still use Huaxia as a treasure... Fuck! Fuck!"
The white man exclaimed.
The frail young man on the big screen is actually using the sharp scarlet plank in his hand to madly poke the blood-clothed butcher in the neck.
The smelly black blood sprayed the young man's face, and he even stuck out his tongue to lick, his eyes were empty and void, but there was a trace of hideous light.
The white man put the cup to his mouth blankly, only to realize that there was no drop in it.
"Look, I said it's not over yet." Corey smiled, but his eyes were filled with doubts.
He looked down at the file, and finally found the young man's information, frowning.
Name: Qin Lu.
Source: Huaxia
Gene value: 7
Strength: 1 (infinite weakening)
Speed: 3 (infinite weakening)
Stamina: 1 (infinitely weakened)
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"It's not right." Corey muttered to himself, biting the nail on his thumb.
"It's really not quite right." The white man said, and he pointed to the big screen. "He found the third exit of Coldwind Farm. No one has ever left from here for anyone participating in the game for the first time."
Corey looked up and saw that the young man was struggling to lift the steel manhole cover of the sewer.
His brow furrowed even tighter.
That is the last escape route.
Only when the strength reaches 7 can the manhole cover be lifted.
And Qin Lu's strength value is only 1, and he has been so badly injured, it is absolutely impossible to lift the manhole cover!
But why can he just lift the manhole cover?
And hasn't he given up before?
Why is it like a person has suddenly changed~ IndoMTL.com~ even found the last way to escape.
Suddenly, cheers filled the entire monitoring room.
All the games are over, and they will have a short carnival.
On the big screen, Qin Lu walked like a walking dead.
The end of the dark, cold, foul-smelling sewer is a sacred and pure white light.
Corey stared at the man on the screen.
His mouth seemed to move, but there was no sound.
"Surrey, do you have anyone in your group who can speak Chinese and understand lip language?" Corey asked the white man.
"Are you kidding me?" Sarri smiled, "I have never been there."
Hearing this, Corey nodded, then got up and left.
Sari took the opportunity to sit in his seat, biting the wine glass with his teeth, looking at the score list on the big screen, the first place was the name of the last youth who ended the game-Qin Lu .
In this round of games, there are a hundred game scenes, and each game has 8 players.
And Qin Lu was the one with the highest score among these 800 players, because he was alone and successfully escaped from the hands of three killers, and he also found the third escape route of Cold Wind Farm.
Sari solemnly looked at Qin Lu's photo on the ranking list, and couldn't help breaking the glass. The sharp edge cut his lips, oozing blood.
Although he has never been to China.
But he has studied Chinese.
and once participated in the game, but also gained the ability to read lip language.
He understood what Qin Lu said in the sewer——
"Thank you...shut up, waste."