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Nie Fan was pulled back into the painting, but this was not the end.

At this time, the mural on the wall looked like a high-definition TV embedded in the wall. Nie Fan was pulled into the painting, and his every move was displayed in front of everyone.

The background in the mural changes to the living room of the villa, with six bloody people sitting in front of a long dining table.

If you look carefully at the faces of those people, you will find that they are the dead players.

Lin Zihao, Shao Yifeng, Qi Bin, Wang Yuerou, Xue Shaoqun, Wu Haochen...

Their expressions were numb, and their bodies remained at the dining table where they died, like motionless dolls, sitting blankly on their chairs.

Nie Fan's body was dragged on the floor, leaving a shocking bloodstain, as if thick red ink was drawn with a brush in one go, outlining a streak of blood.

The ghost grabbed Nie Fan's ankle and threw Nie Fan onto the long dining table like a dead dog.

All the surgical threads sutured to Nie Fan's body broke at this moment, and Nie Fan's body fell apart instantly.

The ghost slowly raised his hand, and half of his palm disappeared into Nie Fan's heart.

When he took his hand out, Guiying's hand was holding a palm-sized bone.

This is a fragment of skull, as white as jade, even if it is stained with blood, it still exudes a faint luster.

Without this skull, Nie Fan's originally living body instantly rotted away.

His head was placed on the dining table and he shouted: "No, this is mine...Give it back to me..."

He accidentally obtained this bone in the first copy when he was selected by the thriller game.

It was this bone that cured his terminal illness, gave him the power of God, and enabled him to overcome all dangers in every dungeon...

As long as he completely merges with this bone, he will become a new god.

But the prerequisite for fusion is that he needs loyal believers... He needs souls as sacrifices...

Therefore, he worked hard to become the number one player among players.

When he stands at a height that others look up to, he can more easily develop his followers.

This requires a long process.

Nie Fan spent a lot of effort and finally had the five most loyal followers.

Zhou Zheng, Xia Miaomiao, Yue Qingshuang, Qi Bin, Shao Yifeng...

When he showed some of his divine power to these people, they had no doubts about him.

However, all of Nie Fan's power comes from this bone. Without this bone, he would be just an ordinary social animal with cancer, and he would not even be able to clear the first dungeon.

"Give it back to me...Give it back to me..."

Nie Fan's head rotted rapidly. His scalp and hair fell off in large chunks, and his ears, nose, and mouth also fell off one by one.

Until finally, his eyes completely lost their luster and fell from their sockets on the dining table.

Nie Fan made his last voice: "God chose me and gave me the power of God with this bone. I will definitely not die..."

When he got this bone, Nie Fan felt that he, like Jesus, was the chosen one.

The Son of God will never die; He will rise again.

Until the last moment, Nie Fan still dreamed of becoming a god.

The ghost clenched his bones, and the black ghost energy wrapped around his body dispersed, revealing Sang Yu's face.

Sang Yu leaned against the corpse on the dining table and curled his lips: "A poor guy who has been contaminated by evil spirits for a long time."

Even if such a person dies, no one can sympathize with him.

"However, this trip is not without gain..."

The deceased husband's body fragments add one.

Outside the painting, Zhou Zheng and others looked in disbelief at how easily Nie Fan was dealt with.

"Impossible, Nie Fan won't die!"

When Nie Fan was cut into pieces and brought to the dining table, their expressions were not so out of control.

"Nie Fan has the power of a god, there is no way he can die!"

Even if they saw Nie Fan's death with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe it.

But the next second...

A pair of pale hands stretched out from the wall and pulled Zhou Zheng on the ground into the mural.

Next came Xia Miaomiao... Yue Qingshuang...

On the wall, there are three more figures at the dining table.

The expressions of the three of them remained in disbelief, with panic remaining in their eyes.

"Let them always accompany their beliefs!"

Sang Yu had come out of the mural, and she was admiring the paintings on the wall.

This "Last Supper" became incomplete, and the ten players, including Nie Fan, were forever frozen in the mural on the wall.

This last supper will never be complete...

"Ding, the game is over. Congratulations to player Sang Yu for successfully completing the mission."

"Ding, the game is over. Congratulations to player Chen Xuan for successfully completing the mission."

The announcement of the thriller game system sounded.

This copy is finally over!

"Sang Yu, what's going on with Nie Fan?"

Chen Xuan, who was lying on his back again, couldn't help but asked anxiously.

Sang Yu raised the blood-stained bones in his hands and said calmly: "I don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky."

These were the bones of the evil god, and they were beyond the control of an ordinary human being.

And Nie Fan's vain attempt to use this bone to become a god is really a fool's errand.

However, it was this bone that allowed Nie Fan to live for a while longer.

Lu Chi said aggrievedly: "Ayu, I'm dirty."

His bones were put into his body by a disgusting man. Hey, hey, he's dirty!

Sang Yu rolled her eyes at him: "I'll clean you up when I go home."

Chen Xuan: "..."

Is this what he deserves to hear?

At this moment, many players noticed changes in the rankings.

Nie Fan, who had always been at the top of the rankings, actually... died!

What exactly happened?

Nie Fan's death sent shockwaves through the rest of the players.

And the instigator Sang Yu has gone home and is lying in the jacuzzi...

At this time, Lu Chi opened the door and came in.

White moisture instantly covered his eyebrows and eyes, and his facial features were stained with wet mist. His outline was like a drop of water splashing on an ink painting. The originally sharp and angular lines were slowly blurred, making him softer and more handsome.

"Ayu, you promised to help me clean it up!"

When Lu Chi opened his mouth, he was shameless.

Sang Yu's body was soaked in the bathtub, white foam floating on the water covering her body.

She raised her hand, and the bubbles parted for a moment, then gathered together again.

"come over--"

Sang Yu's voice was lazy, and her wet hands wet Lu Chi's clothes.