“This body…is really uncomfortable.

I have been resting for so long and I haven't delayed sleeping... How long have I been away? I obviously feel that my body can't hold on."

Countdown: 8 hours.

Stepping on the mountain road, Han Dong needed to rest for a few seconds almost every five steps... The oxygen intake in the lungs was completely insufficient, and his legs trembled slightly due to lack of exercise on weekdays and the necessary vitamins.

As for the believer Akaman, who is traveling with him, he is actually better in physical fitness than Han Dong.

She held the cross tightly throughout the whole process, with thick dark circles and almost no "fire of hope" in her eyes, following Han Dong at all times.

Although Han Dong's body seems to have little value to rely on.

Han Dong found a building sign on the map, "There should be a farmhouse in front of you. Let's go in and hide, right?"

After a while, the flashlight shone on a stone brick building located halfway up the mountain.

With a single-layer design, there are still many cracks on the wall, which are obviously abandoned for a long time.

Han Dong really couldn't walk anymore. If he persisted like this, his body might completely collapse... No matter how dilapidated the building was, he could only go in and rest.

As soon as I walked into an abandoned building.

boom!

A ray of lightning streaked across the sky, and the rolling thunder followed.

Crash.

Heavy rain poured down.

Fortunately, the bricks and tiles on the roof were closely laid and there was no leakage... Otherwise, if Han Dong had a body like the rain, he might have caught a cold and got sick in the last few hours, and everything would be over.

The two sat against the wall in the lobby area.

Han Dong quickly took out some high-calorie food from his backpack and a bottle of pre-prepared isatis root powder to replenish energy while preventing illness...

Compared to Han Dong, Akaman, who was sitting opposite him, was a little calmer.

She neither ate nor expressed any emotion, but simply grabbed the cross and stared at the front with unconscious eyes.

The two of them sat quietly, listening to the sound of heavy rain washing away the bricks and tiles, and spent about five minutes.

Suddenly, Akaman spoke.

"Do you know? The basement of the church is very similar to that here, dark and humid... Every day after volunteering, the priest would ask me to stay below for a while."

"Hmm..." Han Dong smelled a strange smell.

"Although I don't want to... there is nothing I can do about it.

If I don’t take the money back, my father will hit me, and it will hurt more than a priest. I must be obedient, and as long as I am obedient, I will take the money back."

Akaman became more and more excited as he spoke, and even began to scrape hard on the mud ground with her fingernails.

"Do you know... I will be the employee in the church after a few more months, and I will have a fixed salary every month! If I can contact more and more people, my life will be back on track.

It's just that at this time!

My father didn't allow me to continue working in the church. He owed too much foreign debt and needed to sell me to pay off the debt.

No...I am unwilling to give up! I've "handled" my father, and I'm homeless, I can only go to the church to find the priest's help.

But the priest who has always been "very good" to me changed his face and was unwilling to keep me working in the church, and even wanted someone to come and catch me away!

I really don't want this, I really... just want a simple life.

Can you understand my mood?”

For a moment.

Kick!

A series of strange noises of joint twisting sounds were heard in Akaman's body, changing from sitting posture to 'crawling'.

Han Dong immediately established contact with Chen Li through the "prison" and conveyed an extremely important message to her... Whether she can succeed will determine whether Han Dong can survive.

Whoosh!

Akaman in a crawling posture, his black hair floated in the air.

Han Dong's guess was completely correct, and the real evil spirit was mingling among the six people.

Her speed was almost so fast that Han Dong couldn't see clearly, and ten fingers had been pressed on Han Dong's cheeks.

A familiar sense of death.

It is very similar to the moment when you lie on the hospital bed and have respiratory failure...but this time the death may be faster.

"Wait... can I finish myself? My body hasn't been alive for a long time."

While Han Dong said this, he took out a short knife that he had prepared early and stopped at his own neck.

Such words and actions make the evil spirit "Akarman" stop their current actions.

Han Dong's performance was completely different from the two before... In Han Dong's eyes, he could not see the fear of others before death.

Along the way, Han Dong's physical condition was seen by her.

It is impossible for such a vulnerable person to escape, and it is even more impossible for him to survive.

In Akaman's eyes, the young man named 'Nicholas' suddenly became interesting.

“…I’ll give you a minute.”

Han Dong smiled helplessly, "Thank you, I have a problem before I die.

Why don't you kill most of us directly on the first night?

Anyway, the memory of the deceased will be deleted from the memory of the characters in the incident? It will not be any disadvantage to you, right?"

While Han Dong was asking, the knife in his hand had cut into the flesh.

Akaman was not wary of any kind. Because he was more interested in Han Dong and decided that this person would not be able to survive, he answered his pre-death question.

"In the first few days, I could only kill one person in one day! And I could only do it at night.

Only when the last twelve hours of this game will such mandatory requirements gradually be reduced... Do you understand? I will kill you all in the last few hours.

Don't worry, someone will come to accompany you later."

Han Dong's speculation was confirmed again.

"Restrictions" really exist.

"Thanks."

Han Dong didn't hesitate too much.

The blade cut across the neck, and the depth of the cut was enough to kill...

Such a weak body could not withstand such severe damage at all, and her pupils gradually lost their luster and she died against the wall.

Not long after.

Akaman received a system prompt that it belongs to.

『Due to survivor death, the cooldown time is reset to 4 hours...The current number of survivors is: 2.』

In this way, Akaman no longer stayed, crawled out of the abandoned tiled house like a spider, and quickly chased him towards the foot of the mountain where "Edward" and the others fled.

…………

Under the mountain.

In an abandoned farmhouse courtyard.

The blonde Monica stared at the captain Edward with resentment in front of her with a cold face.

Her abdomen was penetrated by a steam arm.

"Why..." Monica did not expect that she was not killed by evil spirits, but was killed by her desire to rely on the "life-saving straw".

"Because 'she'!"

Edward looked at the woman in red standing outside the farmhouse, quietly standing in the woods.

“You humble civilians, from the moment you enter the space of destiny, you are destined to be 'bait'.

The meaning of your existence is just to buy time for me."

Edward's image as a good person has collapsed instantly.

As Monica fell, the woman in red who was originally wandering in the woods also left...

When Edward saw this scene, he let out a breath of vigor.

"I didn't expect that the evil spirits would chase me first... I must immediately meet with the weakest duo and continue to use their 'time'."
Chapter completed!