Chapter 657 Assessment Game 39

He slowly approached Fu Anan and stretched out his arms to her. That slender neck, just a little force, can separate the corpse.

Everyone thought that Fu An'an was dead.

Even Tang Zhide thought so.

However, the next moment, he was choking his neck, his face flushed as if he was suffocating.

What's wrong?

The bystanders were stunned, only to see that Tang Zhide, who was about to kill Fu An'an, began to scratch in the air non-stop. His mouth was wide open, as if he was shouting something.

It's getting weirder and weirder.

Only Tang Zhide himself knew that he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Lack of oxygen, unable to breathe.

As if in a vacuum, his eyes and ears were bloodshot, and his brain ached like it was about to explode.

He looked at Fu An'an who was fixed by the game props and was motionless, and almost immediately realized that it was her who did it!

"Kill her!"

He yelled at the people next to him, but the four looked at him like idiots.

He does it himself.

However, with a "bang", his head exploded instantly, and blood splashed like fireworks.

This is her latest research skill.

Drain the air half a meter around a person to form a vacuum.

Hypoxia, pressure difference.

These are enough to kill targets quickly.

This instant sudden change made the people behind look stupid.

The scariest thing is that people die because of the unknown in front of them.

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At this point, the thirty-second freeze time is up.

Fu Anan felt that her body was regaining control, and she slowly moved towards the remaining people, and it was their turn next.

Why didn't these people run away and just stood by while Tang Zhide died?

Because they were all disabled by Fu An'an, their spines were broken, and they couldn't stand up at all.

The four of them watched her coming, as if they saw the god of death.

They crawled back on their arms, struggling in vain.

No nonsense, hands up and down.

In the end, Yu Xiaojun was the only one left.

Fu An'an raised the knife high, Yu Xiaojun rushed forward to hug her thigh and begged for mercy, she burst into tears,

"Madoka!

I'm sorry Madoka, I know I was wrong.

I was also threatened by them, and I had no choice but to do so! "

Fu Anan looked at her with indifferent eyes,

"I gave you a chance, we all have to..."

The number of floating in the air changes, and the number of NPCs becomes "1".

She glanced at the corpse on the ground, and moved slowly with heavy steps.

The fourteenth day of the game, four o'clock in the morning

She chose a room that looked a little tidy, gave an early warning at the door, and fell asleep on the bed.

This sleep, only three hours.

In the last two days, there are still NPCs left.

above the highest floor.

Fu An'an was wearing tattered sackcloth, which was mixed with the blood of himself and the enemy. She held a long knife in one hand, stepped on the corpse, and searched for the NPCs in the huge earthen building.

No one can threaten her now.

NPCs that are not a threat continue to decrease by 20, 15, 10...

Finally stopped at the number 6.

After searching many times, she looked at the figure in thought.

She suddenly thought of a place and went straight to it.

third floor

There is a room for pregnant patients.

The pregnant women lying on the hospital bed didn't eat or drink for several days, some of them were already dead, and some of them couldn't live long if they were so angry.

"Teacher Madoka."

A voice called to her.

It's Wang Ziyi.

She is now so thin that she is out of shape, with a sallow layer of skin covering the bones, and her eyes are deeply sunken on both sides.