"The appearance of her death is too terrible." Lin Que's arms and chest were covered with dried blood.
Shen Nanzhi suddenly squatted next to the corpse, stretched out two fingers to lift her lower jaw, and a dark bloody hole appeared on the throat bone. "Murder?"
Lin Chuan pressed the eyeballs stuck to her cheekbones into their sockets through the white cloth and closed her eyes for her. "It's so miserable."
Shen Nanzhi's eyes showed surprise. She thought that most players would think that NPCs were just NPCs.
"Would you like to go to the main hall and take a look? The scent of sandalwood is too strong."
Li Anan hesitated. "But I think it's not bad. It's almost the same as asking the Kitchen God to burn incense."
In fact, Shen Nanzhi didn't smell any sandalwood. She felt strange when He Xianyue mentioned it for the first time. She believed what he he has a sensitive sense of smell, is this his skill?
"Zhang Quan, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Quan was sitting on the bluestone slab in the courtyard, his pupils were dilated, he was holding his body and shivering. It was obvious that his spirit had collapsed. His legs were trembling and he was muttering in a low voice. "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Shen Nanzhi was silent and saw that he was unconscious, and an idea naturally came to his mind.
He will be held back.
After she reacted, it was like a bucket of cold water being poured down on her, drenching her from beginning to end. A chill ran down her spine, and her heart beat faster due to panic.
Is she gradually losing her humanity?
Lin Chuan's expression was equally ugly. He took two steps forward. Because of his friendly behavior towards the female corpse just now, Shen Nanzhi thought he was going to help Zhang Quan.
Until there was a wail of pain, the cry of pain subsided within two seconds, and the cracks in the bluestone slabs were filled with fresh blood.
"What are you doing?!" Lin Que looked at him in disbelief, suddenly thinking of Zhao Kunsi's ending, he suddenly shut up.
Lin Chuan casually wiped the blood from the dagger. The cold blade reflected his lowered eyes, and the cold light reflected by the blade was on the side of his said calmly: "It would be better for him to die in my hands than to let him die in the hands of the NPC."
"Zhang Quan may not die." Lin Que himself didn't believe what he said.
A cold wind blew over him, and the dagger was only a few centimeters away from his forehead. Lin Chuan's eyes were as cold as frost.
Shen Nanzhi pursed her lips.
Anyone who could be targeted by Li Qingli but not killed by him would naturally not be a good person.
"You are willing to be the Holy Mother and don't drag us down." He glanced at Li An'an again coldly. "And you, don't hesitate next time if you want to die with Chen Baiying."
Li Anan was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva and bit his lower lip hard.
"Linchuan." He Xianyue reached out and held his arm, took out a hard candy from her bag and quietly stuffed it into his palm, then patted his arm comfortingly.
Shen Nanzhi subconsciously agreed with Lin Chuan's statement. Only ten of a hundred people were destined to survive, and since it was an A+ level dungeon, the survival rate for novices might not even be 50%.
"Go to the main hall. Time waits for no one. The game is only open for two hours." Shen Nanzhi took the initiative to remind.
Shen Nanzhi felt that the five-person team had automatically turned into two factions. Standing in a neutral position, she was actually the most suitable person to break the silence.
"Yeah." He Xianyue responded in a low voice.
Lin Que quickly pulled away from the fear of death and followed Shen Nanzhi.
The door to the main hall was closed tightly, and because she had learned from the past, she did not dare to reach out and push the door rashly, fearing that her whole arm would be suddenly burned by unknown fire.
He Xianyue handed over a sweet-scented osmanthus branch that had been folded in the yard. "use this."
Shen Nanzhi's straight lip line rose slightly, and she reached out to take it.
(End of this chapter)