My human identity was exposed by my evil wife

These fifty people are the last elites, and they all have the dungeon props they traded before.

"No, where's my food!" One person returned to the place where he had put the food. He had just found a cool place to put it, and he also marked it.

Now, the mark is still there, but the food is gone.

"Fuck, who took my food! It's the last meal, didn't you prepare it for yourself?"

"Fuck!"

"Someone stole my food, so I'll steal yours too."

Shouts and curses rang out in countless live broadcast rooms, because everyone found that the food they prepared was gone.

They wanted to steal other people's food, but they either didn't know where other people's food was stored, or it was gone after they went there.

The people watching the live broadcast were also a little indignant, and the sense of substitution was directly pulled to the maximum. This matter is more hateful than the theft of takeaway food!

[It's not iron juice! Who is so wicked in the No. 9 dungeon? Stealing other people's food? ! ]

[I looked through countless live broadcast rooms, and I didn't see a survivor stealing food? 】

【The evil spirits don't eat human food. Wasn't it stolen by the survivors or thrown by the evil spirits? 】

【I didn't feel any sense of substitution when I saw other survivors running away. Now I see the food being stolen, I'm really angry! 】

47. Chapter 47 You, speak!

47.

All the survivors were angry. Everyone searched everywhere, trying to find the trace of the thief who stole the food. After searching for a while, there was no trace.

This made many people laugh.

"Don't say whether I can survive this time. If not, I'm afraid I will be the first ghost to starve to death."

"This is the real despair, right? Did someone steal other people's food because they knew they couldn't get out?"

"Actually, I'm not hungry. I also prepared a lot of compressed biscuits in my backpack, but this is my last meal."

...

Countless people talked to themselves in the air, as if they were talking to the audience in the live broadcast room.

The blood-stained nurse went out. It was a very simple thing to find humans in the copy.

She quickly found her target, a middle-aged man. When she saw him, he was wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

The temperature on the second day was already very hot, and his skin was a little loose. After only one day in the dungeon, he was tortured beyond recognition.

He didn't find his meal, and desperately rushed to the exit, panting while jogging.

He had a watch on his wrist, which was a special item he bought at a high price.

He could actively turn back the pointer and go back in time.

According to the seller, there is no upper limit to the time of going back. If he is strong and the blue bar is long, he can go back to the day before the dungeon came.

If you know where the dungeon is in the future in advance and avoid it urgently, you can never enter the dungeon.

Or, at the moment when you are about to die, go back in time to a safe time.

The seller's price is very high, but he has money and can afford it.

But he regretted it as soon as he bought it.

This item is indeed the same as the seller said, it can go back in time without an upper limit, but when he tried to use it, he found that after exhausting all his energy, time only went back one second.

He knew he was cheated.

He got an item that is invincible in the world, but there is no human in this world who can use this item perfectly.

That's why it fell into the hands of him, the big sucker.

Now he only thinks about whether he can fight for a chance to survive at the end of his life after exhausting all his energy, blood and flesh.

Even if he goes back one minute, he may be able to escape from the evil spirit.

But this is just his own guess, because he knows that even if he uses his life to go back, the time will not exceed five seconds.

If it can really go back one minute, it is also a magic weapon.

Some people say that if you go back in time one second after being hurt, you can go back to the time when you were not hurt.

He agrees with this point, but he has already fallen into the hands of the evil spirit, and it's just a matter of hitting it again if you can't kill it in one shot.

To the evil spirit, it was just an interesting little thing that needed to be hit twice.

He couldn't sell it, and he had no money to buy new copy props. This was his current situation.

He was still thinking about how to get out of the exit, and then he felt a chill on his back, and then a hand with sharp nails pinched his neck and lifted him up.

Fear surged into his heart instantly, his face flushed, and he could hardly breathe.

In just a moment, he was twisted by that hand, and his 180-pound body was lifted up by the neck, with his feet off the ground.

He looked at the evil spirit in front of him, the centipede-like scars on his body, and the traces of skin and flesh patching spread from his face to the inside of his neck and clothes.

He hit the evil spirit!

This evil spirit didn't have a piece of intact skin on his body! It was all sewn up.

The information in his mind quickly collapsed, and a piece of information quickly hit his brain. He had memorized the relevant information before, and now he directly recognized who this evil spirit was.

Blood-stained nurse!

When he thought about his fat being dug out and his body being sewn together with strange things, he had the urge to commit suicide immediately.

"Hey, I caught you!" The blood-stained nurse grabbed his neck and dragged him home like a dead pig.

At this time, the audience in his live broadcast room sighed,

[Another death. ]

[Retreat, retreat, watch others. ]

[Alas, no one can find this exit after it is closed. ]

[Retreat. ]

...

The moment he was caught by the blood-stained nurse, the live broadcast room was instantly cleared. This was the last time, and everyone wanted to see who could escape and how they could escape.

The middle-aged fat man watched her drag him home, and despair surged in his heart.

As soon as he had the idea of ​​committing suicide, his body was imprisoned and he could not end it himself.

Looking at the closed door of the single-family house, he closed his eyes.

Have you already accepted death, right?

In the end, he was still a little unwilling, and finally did not have a full meal.

Who is so wicked! He stole the meal prepared by Laozi!

The middle-aged fat man closed his eyes and cursed in his heart in despair. He didn't even dare to open his eyes, and didn't dare to see how tragically he would die.

He felt that he was dragged into the house and then thrown into a corner.

A few minutes later, he didn't feel any pain in his body, nor did he feel that he was bleeding or his limbs were separated.

He carefully opened his eyes a crack and secretly looked at the situation around him.

He was stunned just after opening his eyes.

Because there were many instant hot pots and other fast foods in front of him, he could also see his own luxurious lunch box.

The bloody butcher holding the meat saw squatted in front of him, and the mask made of skulls looked at him coldly.

"You, tell me, which of these things is delicious." Seeing him open his eyes, the bloody butcher pushed countless fast foods in front of him.

"Ah?" The middle-aged fat man looked at the scene in front of him in some astonishment. The environment of the room was also unusually clean, and the table and the ground were piled with human food.

He had long been accustomed to the copy full of blood and dust, and this scene made him feel unfamiliar.

Did he escape?

Is this bloody butcher cosplaying?

Am I dead? Am I dreaming?

"Speak!" The gloomy voice of the bloody butcher sounded in front of him.

He was immediately frightened and quickly picked up his instant hot pot, "This... this, this is delicious..."

He didn't know whether other people's meals were delicious, but he could guarantee that his meals were absolutely delicious, because these were all his favorites.

Bloody butcher gently took the things in his hand and looked up and down.

The middle-aged fat man was a little overwhelmed. He looked at the food on the ground in confusion. There were all kinds of food.

There were a lot of them, and the types were colorful.

He could see that most of the survivors had prepared their "last meals" here.

But, what the hell is this? !

The evil spirits ate human food and asked him which one was more delicious?

So much food! Did they raid all the survivors' dens? !

He looked at the two evil spirits in the room nervously, only to see Xue Tu pick up his meal and put it on the table, and then stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"What else?"

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48. Chapter 48 Textbook teaching!

48.

The first question made him sweat profusely, and the second question made him at a loss.

What else?