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Looking at his sister again, her face was stained with blood when she ran away, and her clothes were torn.

Xin Baiming suddenly felt a blockage in his heart, feeling that he had not taken good care of her.

In fact, everyone understands what Du Jun said. As long as the person outside is a player or a real person, then everyone will definitely snatch the supplies in her hand and make them their own.

The current situation is about whoever opens the door and grabs it.

Because no one dares to go out and take risks, they set such high conditions.

The person who goes out owns all her supplies.

In this room, it's obviously the tattooed man who calls the shots.

He also acquiesced to Du Jun's words.

Before seeing the situation outside, Xin Baiming felt a little lucky, hoping that it was a vicious ghost.

But when he saw a little girl outside who was about the same age as his sister, he suddenly couldn't bear it.

"How are you?" The big man came over and looked him up and down, his eyes passing over his bleeding wound, "Are you okay?"

Xin Baiming hesitated and wanted to nod.

For his sister's sake, he couldn't go without food forever and had to find some food.

"Brother!" Xinya stood up nervously and walked to his side.

"Don't go, brother."

She glanced at the big man and shook her head in fear.

Xin Baiming's pupils shrank and he suddenly woke up.

Yes, if something happens to him, what will my sister do?

These people have bad intentions and no one has any good intentions.

What if there is a ghost outside this door and he dies, what will they do to his sister!

Xin Baiming couldn't imagine it.

He shook his head, "I'm too injured and I'm not sure."

After saying that, he took Xinya and sat in a corner.

Regret flashed in the big man's eyes. He himself wanted to go out and check out the beauty, but he didn't dare.

What if it's a ghost?

While they were in a stalemate, Zhao He suddenly came over.

"Let me take a look."

Du Jun's expression changed, "Zhao He, what are you doing?! Go back!"

Zhao He's lips were a little pale and he looked at him firmly.

"Du Jun, I'm so hungry."

He hasn't eaten a bite of food since this morning.

He was already a little anemic, and now he's about to faint.

Even if he doesn't get out, he will starve to death inside.

If there is a person outside, he will not only get supplies, but he may also survive.

Calculated this way, going out is more cost-effective than staying inside.

Du Jun's expression changed drastically and changed several times.

Finally he slowly regained his composure.

He shook his head, "No, Zhao He, you can't go out. If you want to go out, I will accompany you."

"How can that be done?" Zhao He's lips were bloodless and his eyes as big as mung beans looked at Du Jun. "If I die, please help me take care of my mother. Du Jun, I believe you."

"you……"

"Okay!" The big man interrupted them impatiently. He couldn't stand this kind of mutual expression of affection the most in his life.

"Two grown men, fighting here is so disgusting."

"Have you decided yet, who will go out?"

Zhao He looked determined, "I'll go."

Du Jun clenched his fists and said nothing, but his face showed rejection.

But who knows what he is thinking?

Zhao He going out will be of no harm to him.

When he obtains supplies, he will definitely distribute them to himself.

He encountered a ghost, and he... was safe and sound.

Du Jun lowered his head sadly, "Zhao He, I will help you take care of your family. As long as I live in the world, I will not leave them without support!"

The little man next to the big man rolled his eyes and moved closer.

"Brother, can I go out too?"

The big man glanced at him and said, "You kid..."

His teammate leaned into his ear and whispered for a while. The big man raised his long black eyebrows and said, "Okay."

He looked at Du Jun and the two of them, waved his hand, "Then you two can go!"

Du Jun obviously noticed the little moves of these two people and knew that Zhao He was probably in danger this time.

But he didn't speak and looked away calmly.

A group of people agreed to open the door.

Tong Mu ate two steamed buns and was actually quite full.

She looked at the last one left in her backpack, and she always felt that it looked pitiful to leave a bun here all alone.

She took it out and ate it happily.

Halfway through eating, the door next to me suddenly opened.

Tong Mu was stunned and quickly stepped aside.

Two people came out.

One is stronger and the other is thinner.

Not knowing whether these people were humans or ghosts, Tong Mu did not dare to move.

Her cheeks were twitching and she was still chewing the buns when she saw two people inside staring at her.

Tong Mu paused, "You..."

In the middle of speaking, the short man pushed the fat man over and knocked her to the ground.

Depend on!

Fu Guanmo is indeed right, all these players are bad guys!

He actually attacked her with missiles!

Tong Mu fell on his butt.

Seeing how vulnerable she was, the little man over there couldn't help but lean against the wall and laugh.

"Brother, she is definitely not a ghost! She is..."

Halfway through his words, a hand suddenly stretched out from the wall and grabbed his throat, pulling him back into the wall little by little.

There was a crunching sound of bones, and the broken bones mixed with flesh and blood fell down, sliding from the wall to the ground, and flowed little by little in front of Tong Mu.

Tong Mu, who had kept her eyes clean for a week, felt nauseous and vomited while covering her heart.

A group of people stood at the door, staring blankly at the miserable condition of the little man, seeing him being slowly embedded into the wall and dying completely.

The tattooed man yelled, "Close the door quickly!"

He didn't know if Tong Mu was a ghost. Anyway, it was very dangerous outside and he could die at any time!

Upon seeing this, Zhao He quickly ran up from the ground, stumbled and picked up the half bun that Tong Mu dropped on the ground, and ate it wholeheartedly.

Tong Mu also recognized that these people seemed to be players, and ran in first, holding back his nausea.

Fu Guanmo is indeed right, these ghosts and monsters are really disgusting to kill people...

Zhao He also ran in quickly, and the door was slammed shut.

Behind that wall, a tall voice stood upright and slowly retracted his arm.

His face was expressionless, he took out the handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood stains on his hands.

"You don't obey the rules!" Several little ghosts behind me were chirping.

"That's right, you actually helped the player!"

"You are still robbing our house, you are shameless!"

"That's right!"

Fu Guanmo ignored them and stared at a wall, observing every move next to him.

He didn't expect that nearly twenty players could not defeat a clone of Zhou Xianghong.

So useless.

There was a bunch of drunkards and no one could fight, which delayed his plan.

Fu Guanmo was very dissatisfied. At least according to the plan he decided before, Tong Mu would be much safer with the new group of people.