Game of Destiny: This player is different

"Yeah, I'm not very lucky. I won prizes one after another."

Qin Nuo looked at this teammate with the corner of his eye and said faintly: "What do you want to do?"

"As long as you bury the ghost hair back, you can suppress it."

Hanlin Zimo stared at the dug up lonely grave, his eyes showing determination: "Since the ghost refuses to leave, then give this arm to it."

As soon as this was said, several players fell silent.

Hanlin Zimo wanted to cut off his arm and bury it in the grave with the ghost hair.

"Is there no other way?"

Leng Daidai was a little reluctant.

"Maybe, but we don't have that much time."

Hanlin Zimo turned his head and looked back at Qin Nuo.

Although he couldn't see his condition with the mask on, he shouldn't be able to hold on for too long.

But to be able to do this, it was good enough.

"Comrade Cherry, please lend me your knife later."

He made up his mind and moved slowly towards the lonely grave.

Qin Nuo followed closely.

When they reached the grave, Hanlin Zimo lay down on his side and put the arm entangled by the ghost hair into it.

"Drink this. It will hurt a lot later. If you faint from the pain, you won't wake up."

Qin Nuo thought about it and took out the [Micro Refreshing Potion].

"Thank you."

Hanlin Zimo took the potion and drank it all.

His brain, which had been eroded by the Yin Qi and became muddled, woke up.

The coldness all over his body was quickly dispelled.

Instead, it was replaced by a hot heat gushing out from the depths of his soul.

It seemed like boiling magma was roaring and surging in his body.

Hanlin Zimo trembled and threw the empty bottle aside, and stretched out his hand to signal Cherry to hand over the ghost-head knife.

In the teamwork task, although there is no "friendly damage shield" setting.

But teammates who attack each other will be severely punished by the system.

So if you want to cut off your arm, you can only do it yourself.

"Do you really want to do this?"

Cherry tried to persuade him.

Hanlin Zimo shook his head: "This ghost has set its sights on me. If I don't bury it back in time, it will occupy my body and become stronger, and then no one will survive."

After saying that, he grinned: "Didn't Comrade Qin Shisan say that civil servants should sacrifice themselves for the sake of the public?"

I was just talking, but you took it seriously.

And if you cut off one arm, you might die.

Qin Nuo, who was fighting against the ghost hair, curled his lips and said nothing.

He thought that his buddy was a ruthless person.

I really wish you to buy more groceries when you go out in the future and live a hundred years.

After saying this, it was difficult for everyone to persuade him.

Cherry handed over the ghost head knife, and Sad Arrow and Leng Daidai each held a ghost hand, ready to cover the grave as soon as possible.

After taking the knife, Hanlin Zimo took a deep breath.

He raised his left hand slowly and firmly, aimed the blade at the junction of his right arm and shoulder blade, and slashed it fiercely!

The sharp blade cut into the flesh, and blood splashed out of the wound like a fountain.

The intense pain that hit the soul directly bombarded the pain senses.

Pain, pain, pain!

Hanlin Zimo screamed miserably.

His facial features were twisted and tangled, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his face turned as pale as paper.

Not yet, not over yet.

He endured the pain, pulled out the knife stuck in the bone gap, and swung it again!

Crack!

The humerus was cut into two pieces, and a bloody arm rolled and fell into the pit.

Sad Arrow and Leng Daidai, who had been waiting nearby, did not give Guitou a chance to attack again, and immediately covered the grave with soil.

Qin Nuo then retracted his palm.

With complicated eyes, he looked at Hanlin Zimo, who was bent over like a cooked shrimp, curled up on the ground.

The uneven cross-section of the wound kept gushing out blood.

"Is the soil sucking blood?"

Qin Nuo noticed that the blood that flowed out did not form a pool of blood, but was completely absorbed by the soil near the lonely grave.

It was like... a group of greedy and bloodthirsty leeches.

It was really weird.

Regardless of these, he let Hanlin Zimo lie down and checked the wound.

Bleeding from the aorta, even with gauze and tourniquets for first aid, it would not work.

Blood transfusion is needed immediately.

But where can I get a blood bag now?

Qin Nuo scratched his head.

This teammate is so righteous, if I don't save him, wouldn't it be too inhumane?

There is no way...

He exhaled a breath of turbid air with disappointment, and took out the [Health Potion] he had obtained before.

He rubbed the flesh painfully for a while, then poured it into the other person's mouth.

[Health Potion] Except for not being able to revive the dead and bones, it can cure almost all injuries and diseases.

After drinking a bottle of potion, the bleeding of Hanlin Zimo's right arm stopped immediately.

The uneven skin and flesh gradually healed.

It was almost as bad as a dead person.His face, which was not much, slowly regained its rosy color.

Because he drank Super Red Bull, Hanlin Zimo did not faint completely.

Feeling the pain subside, he sat up from the ground with difficulty and touched the wound that began to scab and heal.

Then he looked at Qin Nuo in disbelief.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly stingy teammate was willing to use health potions to save himself.

"Comrade Qin Shisan, I..."

Qin Nuo waved his hand to mean that he was always willing to help others, and there was no need to say thank you.

Let's finish the task quickly.

Just about to get up and give the other party a cool back.

Unexpectedly, Hanlin Zimo said very seriously: "After the mission is over, I will transfer the money to you. I swear in the name of the third mobile task force operator of the 704th Bureau."

Hey, really? !

He was happy in his heart.

Qin Nuo remained calm on the surface, neither refusing nor agreeing.

With his back to the other teammates, he gave a look that said, "When the mission is over, remember to add me as your friend."

On the other side.

The three players saw Qin Nuo using a health potion to save people, so they stopped worrying about Hanlin Zimo's situation.

Instead, they focused their attention on the mission again.

Leng Daidai and Shangxin used an arrow to cover the grave with dirt, successfully suppressing the ghost hair.

Cherry picked up the ghost-head knife on the ground, shook off the remaining blood stains, and said helplessly: "I didn't expect the ghost in the second grave to be much more fierce than the dead head in the first grave. If the next grave is even more fierce... Alas."

After negotiating the price, Qin Nuo patted his shoulder happily: "Don't panic, I think the bad luck is gone, and nothing will happen next time."

"Really?"

Brother Arrow, who was shivering all over from the cold of the ghost hand, doubted: "Generally, those who set up FLAG (set up a flag) will not have a good end."

"Those who died are all small fish, okay.

Look at Erzhuzi who set up FLAGs every time, and he lived until the end of the Ninja World War and was fine, and he even had a baby."

Qin Nuo replied leisurely.

"You are not Erzhuzi..."

"But I am the protagonist."

Teammate:...

I have never seen such a shameless person.

The little good impression that several players had just had on Qin Nuo was instantly wiped out.

This guy might get hit by a dump truck when he goes out one day.

No, maybe he will sell the dump truck for money...