Survive in a survival game

She looked like she was preparing to fight, but there were tears in her eyes, and she almost shrank behind her.

Shi Yi: "..."

Looking at someone's shaking hands, for some reason, Shi Yi suddenly felt that if this guy went to the cafeteria to fetch food, he must have good skills.

Looking at that pitiful look that said that even if I was abandoned, I would stop all disasters for you, that damn guilt instantly surged into my heart.

Emma, ​​that's awesome!

Could it be that this person can also read minds!?

Pretending to be pitiful is a foul!

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Early morning on the 13th day of the game.

The game broke the original stalemate, the alienation of plants accelerated, and those gentle and harmless flowers became existences standing at the top of the food chain.

The humans who died first began to alienate and were controlled by vines, like evil ghosts crawling out of hell, biting people and going crazy when they saw blood.

"What to do? We are surrounded!" A new group of people poured into the half-collapsed hut, most of whom had escaped from the temple. Among them was the man who openly occupied the temple and asked for food for the king.

This person was a tall, thin man with a ruthless face, holding a slender piece of grass in his mouth, and looking impatiently at the trembling people around him.

The most eye-catching thing is the weapon in his hand, a sharp sword.

This is infinitely more advanced than the small kitchen knife in Shi Yi's hand.

At least if this thing is struck with a sword, blood will not necessarily be splashed on the body.

"What should we do? Brother Cheng, this broken house can't last long. Do we want to rush out?" The little follower who followed Cheng Yan spoke in a low voice.

"Charge?" Cheng Yan seemed to be looking at a mentally retarded person: "What the hell are you going to do for me? If I can rush out, why do I need to come in here? Damn it, these ghosts are unconscious, hack them to death.

How many are there, tell me how to charge!?"

Cheng Yan was a bit uncontrollably irritable as he spoke.

"Your Highness, he seems to be the deputy general under the command of the General." Qu Zexi, who was hiding at the end, glanced at Shi Yi, and then said softly.

"How do you know?" If a palace concubine is favored, that's all. But the problem is that not only is she not favored, but she is also a widow in the cold palace. How can she recognize such a little person?

"Before Zexi entered the palace, my father was kind to the deputy general. He came to the house several times, so he knew it." Qu Zexi lowered his eyes and looked like he was reminiscing about the past.

Shi Yi just glanced at Qu Zexi and didn't say much.

The two people here had just finished whispering, and the little follower over there was already being yelled at and was overwhelmed.

"Bang!" The sound of hitting the wooden board suddenly sounded, and the people standing closer to the door almost screamed in fright. Fortunately, the people next to them reacted in time and covered their mouths.

The room, which was still a bit noisy, instantly fell silent.

"Bah!" The sound of fingernails scraping against the wooden board was like a pebble falling into calm water, causing splashes and ripples in circles. Everyone's heart trembled violently.

Pairs of eyes stared outside the wooden door, and uneasiness quickly spread among the crowd.

"Your Highness..." Qu Zexi took a few steps closer to Shi Yi, moved the index finger of his hand in his sleeve slightly, then rolled it, his eyes moved slightly, and the show... began.

"Follow closely." Shi Yi only had time to say, seemingly calm, but in fact the palms of his hands holding the handle of the knife were sweating.

"Bah~" came one after another, harsh and sharp. Just hearing this, you can imagine groups of "people" with stiff faces and unconsciousness, stretching out long and sharp nails, scratching the wooden board in front of them again and again.

I couldn't help but shiver.

"What should I do!?" A crying voice came out tremblingly.

"We will be dead if they come in!" The man's tone was filled with despair.

"Speak softly, but don't forget that there are those scary vines above our heads!" one person reminded through gritted teeth.