It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

When the hunter approached to within about a hundred meters of him, Xia Kai opened the cigarette box in his hand.

"Name: Passerby A's Cigarette"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

"Effect: Reduces your presence when used."

"Note: When you light a cigarette, you want to talk about the past. Hey, where are the people?"

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

“Only three left.”

Xia Kai looked at the cigarettes in the box with a bitter expression.

There was originally half a box left in it, but it was used up on the way here and while avoiding Father John.

When these three are used up, he will either have to move to another position or use other items.

"Oh, if I had known, I would have exchanged some combat abilities when the last instance was settled."

Xia Kai sighed and lit a cigarette.

A red light lit up in the darkness, and wisps of green smoke swayed in the breeze.

Xia Kai didn't smoke, he just held the cigarette between his fingers.

Although the cigarettes will still be consumed, at least they can last a little longer.

In fact, he also knew that his previous thoughts were just to comfort himself. What powerful combat capabilities could he get with his few Hell Coins?

A good quality revolver alone would cost a fortune, not to mention the bullets that had to be purchased separately.

Moreover, looking at those crazy residents armed with guns, a revolver won't solve the problem.

If only he had some kind of cheat that gave him unlimited Hell Coins, he could just buy a Gundam and see if these monsters could scratch the paint.

Just as Xia Kai was daydreaming, Father John gradually approached.

His nose twitched slightly and his ears trembled, as if his sense of smell and hearing were making up for his lack of sight.

But only he himself knew that he did have a way to replace his vision, but not his sense of smell, hearing, or even touch.

It's something else, something more essential.

It's very "quiet" around here.

This is the feedback that perception gives him.

"very good."

Father John muttered to himself, then threw the body to the ground.

This was a poor fellow. Judging from the needle marks on his body which had not yet been covered with black hair, he had received a lot of blood therapy during his lifetime.

Father John was always skeptical about the method of "blood therapy", even though he came to Art just to treat his terminal illness.

But he has only received the minimum blood therapy to ensure that his disease does not relapse.

Of course, Father John also knew that this was just an attempt to cover up his mistake.

Because he is a hunter, and hunters not only need to heal their injuries through "blood therapy" after being injured, but also get blood from the bodies of wild animals in the process of hunting them.

Thinking of this, his eyes began to itch again.

Father John scratched his blindfold anxiously, but the tingling sensation did not ease at all.

So he raised his axe.

The axe was covered in blood, and even the cloth wrapped around the handle had turned red.

Father John used to clean his axe after completing a task, but now he was clearly not in the mood.

The axe blade cut through the night wind and struck the corpse.

Dark red blood splattered on his boots and trouser legs, but he felt nothing.

Once, once, and again.

Father John swung the axe mechanically and manically, chopping off the limbs and head of the corpse.

Then he turned the axe handle and used the back of the axe to break the bones of the corpse one by one.

After he smashed the hardest skull, Father John fell into confusion.

Confused consciousness was rampaging in his mind, and his soul was like a turbulent current in the deep sea.

However, his perception became clearer and clearer.

In the suffocating silence, Father John finally discovered a hint of discord.

He turned his head suddenly and looked at a tombstone.

Behind the tombstone, a pair of timid eyes met his gaze.

"grass!"

Xia Kai got up and ran away without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)

268. Chapter 267 Boss, save my life

268.

"Why the hell did it suddenly stop working? It was working fine before."

Xia Kai ran as fast as he could, cursing loudly.

The sneakers on his feet were emitting white airflow, which was obviously some kind of object.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, he heard some noise coming from behind, and then he lowered his head without hesitation.

"boom!"

A loud gunshot was heard immediately, and a silver-white bullet passed through the position where Xia Kai's head had just been and hit the tombstone in front.

The stone tombstone cracked and a corner was missing.

"grass!"

Xia Kai couldn't help but curse under his breath.

If this kind of power hit him, he would be killed to pieces, to put it mildly.

If the flintlock rifles in the hands of Napoleon's musketeers had this power, not only Europe but also Antarctica would have been unified.

"Hey, system, are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this the level of difficulty a newbie like me should be in? If you want me dead, just kill me directly. There's no need to make it so complicated."

Xia Kai was spewing trash talk, but it didn't hinder his escape.

Even in the terrain of the Adam Cemetery, which even the locals find complicated, he walked on it as if it were flat ground.

This was due to the tough folk customs of his hometown. Although he was a test-taker and had not learned how to fight, he still developed the skill of escape.

"Crack!"

There was another noise.

This time, Xia Kai did not bet that the other party would aim at his head, but directly took out an empty magazine.

"Name: Hungry Empty Magazine (One-time)"

"Type: Props"

“Quality: Excellent”

“Effect: When used, it can attract bullets attacking the player into the magazine.”

"Note: Use your .50 bullet and put it into the slot of my .38."

“Can I take out a copy: Yes”

Xia Kai took out the magazine but did not hold it in his hand. Instead, he threw it directly into the air.

The silver bullet flew out of the chamber and flew towards the magazine like a straight man who had been in prison for a few years.

The thick bullet was inserted into the entrance of the magazine, and the thin metal magazine immediately deformed and exploded.

In a trance, Xia Kai seemed to hear a satisfied moan.

Another item was used up, and his heart was bleeding.

These were all obtained with great effort in the last copy.

The reason why Xia Kai used it so decisively, in addition to his own character, was also because of the advice given to him by the veteran who had completed the previous copy three times.

"You may have a narrow escape from death in the process of obtaining these items, but if you are reluctant to use them, then there is no chance of survival."

The old man said this while eating the sumptuous meal provided by Xia Kaishang.

But even if Xia Kai was willing to use the items, escaping like this was not a solution.

His items will run out sooner or later. Even if he successfully passes this copy, what will he do for the next one?

He didn't think that his copy would get high praise, and the difficulty of the next copy would not be lower.

Just as Xia Kai was thinking about whether to leave the cemetery directly or try to kill Father John with the items in his hand, footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

He turned his head and shouted "Fuck" in his mind.

I saw a humanoid monster with four tentacles and a seaweed head walking towards here. It was wearing a yellow vest with a blue uniform inside and a bright yellow cloak behind it. It looked indescribably weird.

The monster was accompanied by two humans, a middle-aged man with a tired look and a little girl who looked like a doll.

What is this, a monster and its rations?

"It's over, it's over. There are wolves in front and tigers behind."

Xia Kai was groaning wildly in his heart.

Just when he was thinking about whether to let Father John chop him to death with an axe, or go to the tentacle monster to offer his food reserves, or simply hit his head against the tombstone and commit suicide, the system prompt sounded suddenly.

"Other players found, calculating current status."

"Calculation completed. Player mode changed to normal mode. There will be no rewards or penalties for killing each other."

"Player?"

Xia Kai widened his eyes and found that the tentacle monster was also looking at him.

"Boss, save my life!"

He yelled and rushed towards the tentacle monster.

"what?"

Liu Zheng naturally also heard the system prompt and was confused.

Wasn't he alone in the dungeon? How did he run into other players again?

Thinking this in his mind, he asked directly.

However, the system did not provide an explanation.

However, Liu Zheng probably guessed a little bit.

The number of people in the copy should refer to the number of people in his copy. Now that he has left the metropolis, it is equivalent to leaving the original copy area, and the fat man running towards him should be the player in Art's copy area.

"Stop!"

He took out the hunter's flintlock from the system space, then aimed at the fat man and shouted.

One must always be on guard against others. Although Liu Zheng did not feel threatened by the other party, he could not just let him get close to him.

"I have no ill intentions, sir. I am just being chased by a monster and I want to ask for your help."

Xia Kai quickly stopped, then raised his hands and said pitifully.

"Pursuit?"

Liu Zheng looked behind him.