“1,2,3, Wooden Man!”

The singing behind him suddenly stopped. Yang Ni and others were even looking forward to the wooden man shouting to stop, quickly stood still, gasped, and took advantage of the game to take the time to rest.

The countdown is at 04:08, and time is still passing by minute by minute.

"No one is moving, it's not fun, it's not fun!" The remaining seven people have experienced some improvement in their physical fitness. Once they get used to it, they will not make low-level mistakes.

Even the pure newcomer Yang Ni gradually adapted to the rhythm of the game after drinking cell enhancement potion and being stimulated by [Lovesia].

The wooden man was a little unhappy when he saw that no one was foul. In addition, the extinguished lamp was still a distance away from everyone. When he was about to shout to start over, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose.

The white-faced man who used the privilege card before was not in good physical condition and was even slightly inferior. Although he started early, he was overtaken by other strong men and long-haired young men, and now he is only in the third place.

He had already stood still, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from the bend of his right leg and wanted to endure it, but it seemed like a living creature had penetrated into his leg and kept digging forward. The biting leg bone made a tiny "creaking" sound.

This pain can no longer be resisted by will alone. He clamped the wound tightly with both hands, and he collapsed to the ground, and let out a low roar in his mouth. But he soon realized that he would be punished next. A yellow light flashed on his wrist, and a paper bag appeared out of thin air. He quickly opened it and sprinkled the red medicine powder inside on the wound.

The blood cicada in the flesh was sprinkled onto the body by the powder and quickly turned into pus. The wound began to heal gradually, but it was difficult to stand up again for a while.

"Hehe, someone is helping, it's great. Come and accept the punishment." The strange wooden man was particularly excited every time he saw someone injured and bleeding. In the wormhole in his navel, the white worm slowly crawled out again.

The countdown is frozen at 03:53, and the surrounding screens are displayed without any surprises.

The white-faced man turned his head and looked at the white worm with difficulty. The yellow light flashed on his wrist and several things appeared.

Before the white worm arrived, the white-faced man first spread a thin scroll, and three stone shields rose from virtual to solid around him, and slowly rotated around him. Then he picked up a firearm full of futuristic sense in both hands and aimed at the direction of the white worm. A small emerald green bird as big as a palm spread its wings and flew into the air and kept hovering, sprinkling light green powder on the white-faced man from time to time to help him recover from his injuries.

"It's so damn rich." The thin man who had released the blood cicada before whispered. Seeing that someone began to accept punishment, the others relaxed a little, but still did not dare to make too many moves.

The white-faced man seemed to be facing a great enemy, but the white worm still looked leisurely and climbed two or three meters in front of the man. As last time, he slowly folded his body, leaving only his head shaking at him.

The white-faced man gritted his teeth, aimed at the insect, and raised his hand and shot it.

A red laser beam shot out, hitting the insect's head. About 5 cm of the insect's head disappeared instantly, and a smell of barbecue spread.

However, the insect did not die, but bounced up and headed straight for the white-faced man.

The white-faced man couldn't react in time and didn't even shoot two shots. Fortunately, a stone shield that had been circling in front of him blocked the white worm. The headless white worm fell aside, and the stone shield that was hit flashed and disappeared.

Seeing that the blow was ineffective, the white worm sprayed a stream of green liquid from the wound. Another stone shield appeared in front of the white-faced man. After blocking the liquid, they both disappeared.

The white-faced man saw that there was only the last stone shield left, and was a little anxious. He picked up the gun and fired several shots at the white worm, but the white worm was avoided. The insect seemed lazy, but it moved very quickly.

The bounce point was not far from Yang Ni and others, and several black dots were left on the square display screen, which made Yang Ni's eyelids twitch, for fear of being injured by accident.

"Come on, Xiaobai, come on, otherwise there will be no food tonight." The wooden man behind saw that the white worms attacked several times ineffective, and urged him gloatingly.

The white worm obviously understood the words of the wooden man, arched his body and rushed towards the white-faced man again, at a very fast speed, even leaving behind shadows in the air.

The last stone shield blocked the white worm without any accident. The two collided with each other and made a dull "bang". It is hard to imagine that this was caused by a headless insect.

After this collision, the stone shield instantly cracked, and it was obvious that even the strength was even greater, it might be broken. Fortunately, the insect was blocked and its body was tilted and bounced aside.

But just as the stone shield was broken, the white worm in the air spit out another stream of green liquid, which was slightly insufficient, but its speed was still very fast.

The white-faced man was shocked and could not dodge and was sprayed on his waist.

The place where it was sprayed was sizzling, and green smoke came out. Thinking that this was the venom that could instantly corrode a human leg, the white-faced man's face turned pale.

The emerald green bird that had been hovering in the air before shook its wings, sprinkling more light green powder, and its entire body seemed to have shrunk a lot.

The light green powder was pulled by invisible force and directly covered the bloody wound. The corrosion rate was slowed down a lot, and the range was also controlled in a very small area, but it was still corroding the waist of the white-faced man with a deep hole as big as a fist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then it slowly stopped.

The light green powder seemed to have the effect of stopping bleeding and analgesic. The white-faced man endured the pain while constantly shooting at the white worm.

After this struggle, the white worm's speed significantly decreased. This time, his body was hit several times, broken into several joints, and was still squirming and rolling, but obviously he could no longer attack.

Seeing that the danger was relieved, the white-faced man hurriedly took out another walnut-sized metal ball, gritted his teeth, and held back the pain and stuffed it into the wound.

The ball began to deform when it encountered blood. It stretched out countless tentacles, pierced deeply around the wound, and woven each other, and soon formed blood vessels, muscles and other tissues. It blocked the wound in about 7 or 8 seconds, and finally slowly grew skin. Only the blood stains on the surrounding clothes showed that this was once a wound.

Due to this severe injury, the white-faced man's face turned pale, and there was no trace of blood on his lips, but his eyes were cold. He glanced at Yang Ni and the other four, and pointed his gun at them intentionally or unintentionally, and then said, "Damn it, no matter who took the action just now, I don't want to have another next time. I can afford to lose this game, there is no need to argue with you, such a group of garbage. Moreover, according to the "Treaty of the King of Hell", I will not cause trouble for you in the future. You can rest assured."

He felt that the chance of winning 1-to-4 was not great, and Yang Ni and others behind him were afraid of the endless props on him. Neither side chose to take action, but the vigilance in each other's eyes became even stronger.

"Haha, you have so many props, but you must have a problem with your brain. The first-level 'Rock Barrier' scroll just now was almost as many days as the winning prize in this game. What a big idiot." Faced with the death of the white worm who had been living in his body, the wooden man did not care too much, but instead complained about the pale man's approach.
Chapter completed!