Chapter 645 Assessment Game 27

   As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Anan pinched his neck, pulled down the whistle he put on his mouth, and threw him to the ground hard.

  Fu Anan didn't show mercy just because he was a child. Hold him down with your left hand, and the sharp edge of the kitchen knife has been placed on his neck.

  The boy was struggling on the shore like a pinned fish. Finding that he couldn't break free at all, he hugged Fu An'an's forearm, his eyes begging,

   "Teacher, teacher, please don't kill me!"

   One second he was vicious, and the next moment he was pitiful and weak.

   Too good at judging the situation and being able to bend and stretch.

  Fu Anan covered the child's eyes with his hands, and the cold blade touched his skin.

  The boy froze suddenly, and he clearly felt that the adults behind him really wanted to kill him. Immediately, the boy burst into tears, begging for mercy in his voice-changing male voice,

   "Teacher, I was wrong, please don't kill me!"

   "You know you're wrong?"

   Fu Anan was a little surprised when the knife in her hand stopped.

   "I, I shouldn't kill people, I shouldn't kill teachers and those aunts."

  The boy quickly replied, there was no regret in his pleading eyes, it was just a compromise for survival.

  He is sensible, but his nature is evil.

   Fu Anan was very sorry, and reached out and gently touched his head,

   "Be good. In the next life, you can be a good boy."

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   On the ninth night of the game, there are 240 NPCs left and 16 players left.

  At the end of the tenth day of the game, there were 107 NPCs and 15 players left.

  At the end of the eleventh day of the game, there were 57 NPCs left, and 15 players left.

  …

  Under the joint cleaning of all players, Fu Anan watched the number of NPCs decrease every day, and finally reached double digits.

  At night, after a day of fighting, Fu Anan returned to the utility room. After eating something quickly, he began to treat the wound.

  She took off her coat, her body was covered in bumpy bruises. Fortunately, although there are many minor injuries, there are almost no major injuries.

  She took out the salt and carefully sprinkled it on the deeper part of the wound.

  The stinging feeling was unbearable, but there was no medicine, and to prevent infection and inflammation, she could only do so.

  In this moment, the number of NPCs has decreased by two more. Seeing the effect, Fu Anan was very satisfied.

   There are three days left, and there are only more than fifty NPCs left. If the rest goes well, according to this cleaning speed, it may be completed the day after tomorrow.

  This round of the game doesn't seem too difficult. She couldn't help but recall the scene where she saw Fu Yizhi break through the barrier in the dream - countless monsters rushed towards him like a blanket.

  Compared with him, is it a bit too simple?

  Fu Anan took another look at the number of NPCs before going to bed—yes, 55.

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  A crescent moon hangs in the sky.

  The originally bustling tulou was quiet now.

  There are dead bodies everywhere in the yard, in the corridors, and in the rooms. The blood stained the ground and wood of the tulou, and the smell of blood in the air became thicker.

  Where hundreds of people lived, there are only a few dozen people left today. The current situation has been reversed, and the remaining dozens of villagers are hiding from these players.

  The pre-dealer players are no longer chasing and killing these villagers, they are more waiting.

  It was almost midnight, no matter where the reserve croupiers were, none of them slept. Everyone held their own weapons and opened their eyes in the dark, like wolves about to hunt.

   Game Day 12, 00:00

  A cold mechanical sound sounded in the ears of all pre-dealer players on time—

  (end of this chapter)