This Game is Not Easy

Fang Yi thinks this possibility is very low.

In the entire dungeon, only ten people are players.

Three of them are still dead, and apart from himself, only six of them are players.

Winning the lottery under this probability is a lot of luck.

Open the six-way of eye observation, lock the position of Ruoying, Fang Yi will control the distance within the controllable range.

The two walked in tandem for a few minutes.

Ruoying left the trail first and merged into the avenue.

Fang Yi quickened his speed and was about to follow him when he saw three sloppy men walking out of the corner.

When the two sides met, the three sloppy men froze for a moment.

Fang Yi frowned slightly, pretending to pass the three of them as if nothing had happened.

But the next moment, the three of them looked at each other, with greed in their eyes, they accelerated and ran ahead to surround Fang Yituan.

"Children, where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Children, come and play with your uncle. Uncle will buy you a lollipop to eat."

The three of them grinned, showing yellowed teeth, staring at Fang Yi and looking up and down.

Across the distance, Fang Yi could feel a stench coming from his nostrils.

Homeless...

What do they want to do?

Remote trails, uncontrolled areas... These homeless people shouldn't be so sick, right? Mrs. Xiaozheng will not let go?

Feeling the figure of Ruoying in the distance, it is almost out of the range of his skills.

Anxiety rose in Fang Yi's heart, and he said coldly, "Get out of the way!"

"Oh, I'm still a little temperamental."

"Come on, the kid is angry? Hit me? Hit me in the face."

...The tramp in this dungeon is so cheap?

Fang Yi didn't know how to deal with murder in this city.

With his current status, he can't see the light. If he can't do it, it's better not to do it.

Otherwise, in other situations, when Fang Yi heard this request, Fang Yi kicked the opponent in the face immediately.

With a cold gaze, he swept over the three of them one by one, Fang Yi said word by word: "I count three seconds, if you don't let me go, don't blame me for being rude."

You're welcome?

The three homeless looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"I'm so scared, I'm so scared."

"Small, you have a big temper."

"Hey hey, this shows that this kid is from a wealthy family. If we kidnap him and sell it to the fat fox, it will definitely sell for a good price."

Fang Yi heard the words and was suddenly stunned.

It was a human trafficker.

Depend on!

It's really unfortunate, just entered the dungeon and was kidnapped, and now there is another batch of people to be kidnapped.

Bullying Xiaozheng is too delicate and frail and easy to push down!

Is it wrong to look cute?

However, from the rampant behavior of the homeless, Fang Yi also realized one thing.

That is, the security situation in this city should not be much better.

In this case...

"three."

The countdown begins!

Fang Yi's sudden voice not only did not threaten the trio of homeless people, but instead made the three of them burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha, he really started to count down."

"What's the real deal with a child? Hurry up and catch him to exchange money..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the pupil of the person who opened the mouth shrank suddenly.

Because he saw that the little boy who was despised by them jumped up and jumped more than half a meter high.

He was holding a heavy sword that was made out of nowhere in both hands, and a sword light was drawn in the air.

呲!

The sword light fell, and his neck instantly felt a burning pain.

Subconsciously, he patted his neck, and a hot liquid emerged from the wound.

"The third one!"

"The third one!"

The voice ringing in the ear is so far away.

Kneeling on his knees, he clutched the wound and fell slowly.

"two."

Xiao Zhengtai's icy voice put a stop to his life.

"Stinky boy looking for death!"

Accompanied by roars, heavy punches and heavy feet, Fang Yi's weak body was ruthlessly concentrated.

boom!

In mid-air, Fang Yi couldn't take advantage of his strength, was kicked more than a meter away, rolled twice, and then stopped.

He just wanted to kill three lives with one sword.

However, his physical fitness was too weak, and he only killed one person and was kicked away in a frenzy.

When randomly assigned to a dungeon with low physical fitness, the best way to attack is to use long-range weapons like firearms.

And exercises such as swordsmanship and footwork are all based on the body and expand their power.

To put it simply, firearms, converted into strength, are equivalent to addition.

Comparing characters to quantity unit two, and comparing firearms to quantity unit one, the strength formula is: 1+2=3.

The power method is a multiplication algorithm, the same data, the final strength will become: 1x2=2.

When he was weak, firearms and foreign objects significantly improved his strength.

When his own strength increases in the later stage, the skills of the exercises will be revealed.

Of course, this is just a simple metaphor, and it depends on the specific situation when it is implemented into the copy.

Pooh.

Spitting up blood, Fang Yi felt his body become hot.

With his eyes firmly locked on the two in front, Fang Yi charged again.

But in the next moment, his movements suddenly stopped, and his whole body froze instantly.

Cold sweat ran across his forehead, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

And all this was caused only because of a faint light, a faint green light that emerged from his body.

This dim light dissipated outside the body in just a moment.

But the familiar scene reminded Fang Yi of that unforgettable toilet.

Could it be... the blood lettering is coming again?

Looking at the ferocious vagabond in front of him, Fang Yi felt a sense of retreat.

If it goes down, he will definitely win.

But once there is blood, and the rules of blood are on the other side...

That uncontrollable force ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will kill itself in an instant.

Back, must back!

Anyway, if Ruoying can't catch up, there is absolutely no reason to fight to the death with the homeless.

Calm down, Fang Yi has already stepped back.

Click.

Almost at the moment Fang Yi turned around, a strange sound suddenly sounded behind him.

what's the situation?

Step back and look over there.

I saw a living homeless man, his right leg trousers became tattered and striped as if he had been eaten by something.

And the exposed right leg, its flesh and blood, is being sucked into the bones at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just a blink of an eye, all the flesh and blood of the right leg disappeared forever.

Click.

In the next instant, the voice I heard just now rang out again.

At the same time, a crack appeared in the bone of the right leg.

It was obvious that this kind of thing happened, but the homeless man seemed to have no pain, his face was blank, and he stared blankly at his right leg.

Crack clap.

The cracks only increased and stretched upwards.

It was at this moment that the homeless man finally changed his face and took off his clothes abruptly.

Only the empty bones were exposed.

The internal organs, the stomach, the flesh and blood... all things no longer exist, only the bright white bones are clearly visible.

And this phenomenon is still spreading, spreading down his neck to his mouth.

The lips were dry and flat, the flesh shrivelled and melted into the bones.

The teeth fell, the eyeballs fell off, and the homeless man was left with only the hands of the bones in horror, covering his head, shaking the body of the bones frantically, as if he wanted to express something.

But everything was too late, because that phenomenon had spread to his brain.

As the brain was absorbed by his own bones, leaving only the skeleton frame of the homeless man, his movements finally stopped completely.