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Chapter 1772 Survival Game 32

One group wins, which means there is a decrease in vitality, and the seven groups will compete for the remaining three places.

The Madonna walked towards the passage and couldn't help looking back at her former teammates.

So far, Wu Bingcheng's group has not gotten a single fish. He is looking at them with anxious and envious eyes.

However, when everyone saw the group that was qualifying, they used to fish instead of fishing, they broke the rod in their hands, and hurriedly cut the top with the knife. Some contestants had no tools to point their heads after breaking them, so they simply rushed into the sea with them.

It seems that the water quality is good, or at least it can swim. After all, at this time, as long as you can swim, you should go to the sea to catch fish. You may drown in the sea, but at least there is still a chance. If you can't get fish, there is only a dead end.

Xining pushed the Virgin Mary: "Let's go, everyone has their own fate."

If you don’t leave, it may be a disobeying arrangement and you may not be able to leave the beach alive.

I turned my head and continued walking. Before I could walk a few steps, a scream suddenly came from behind me.

That was a scream: "Ah~"

The staff leading the way stopped to see if there was any accident. After all, there are too many things for contestants to attack each other here. As long as they get fish, they don’t care about anything. If they come here, they need to turn back and stop them. The winner cannot be killed by those who have not yet qualified.

It turned out that one person was very lucky to catch the fish, even if the fish was only a little big.

Usually, this kind of fish is thrown to cats for food, which is only enough for cats to stuff their teeth, but even the smallest fish is still a fish.

But this kind of "luckiness" is also unfortunate. As soon as he got the fish, he was snatched by a contestant. During the competition, a broken bamboo pole was inserted into his eye socket... The scream was the last sound he left in this world.

The "robber" stood up panting from the corpse that had stopped breathing. The corpse was left with only one eye and was open in fear, and the light of this eye was disappearing rapidly.

He picked up the small fish that was only left beside him, as thick as a finger, and after thinking about it, he suddenly pulled out the bamboo pole inserted into the eye socket of the corpse.

Suddenly a stream of blood spurted out a little exaggeratedly from the deep hole.

I don’t know if it was because he used too much effort at once or because of the trembling hands caused by tension, his fingers trembled and hooked the small fish on the hook. The hook was still connected to the line and hung on the broken bamboo pole.

After hanging it, I walked to the box and held the fishing line, while the little fish hung straight: "I fished with the tools in my hand, this is my fish."

...It takes so shameless that it can be said such things.

The staff did not respond and just stood there.

The man remembered something and used another method. He threw the fish into the box and asked. He asked nervously, "My team must catch at least two fish before they can qualify, right?"

This time the staff's voice sounded in the round black slam-proof helmet, as short as if the words were pampered: "Yes!"

With this sentence, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This means that he caught a fish.

He turned around slowly, and saw many sluggish on the beach, looking at his contestants with cold eyes.

Instead, his face changed and he shouted at his teammates: "Catch the fish quickly, why are you still standing there?" His face was a little ferocious.

So more people ran into the sea, but after a few steps, someone pointed at the sea in horror: "Shark, it's a shark!"

It is a shark, sharks hiding in the sea, with only the triangular ridges like sails exposed on the sea surface, swimming around.

When I heard a shark, the man who had just entered the sea hurriedly ran back. But it was too late...

"Ah~" Someone struggled for a while and then sank into the sea. The gushing blood dyed the sea water red, but it was immediately diluted and disappeared by the gushing waves.

The people in the sea went back in panic. It was one thing to drown, and it was another thing to bury the shark's mouth.

The smell of blood attracted more sharks. The sharks had a sensitive sense of smell. Within a five-kilometer range, they could smell it as long as there was a little bloody smell. Then they moved and ran to have a meal. They were hyenas and vultures in the sea.

Some have already entered a very deep place and need to swim. How can humans swim faster than sharks?

"Ah~" Another attack was made by sharks. The sea was in a mess, and the contestants who entered the sea ran to the shore faster than before.

The staff leading the way: "Please go here." And turned around and no longer looked at what happened behind him. Since the winner is not in danger, it should follow the arrangement just now.

So each of the five people followed the staff in a complicated mood, following the passage like an underground bunker, and lost their direction, and then returned to their original room.

The room was cleaned up again, all the blood stains on the ground were wiped away, and the smell of blood in the air disappeared with the air supply through the ventilation ducts.

The room became more and more empty. Not only the ground, but also the beds were tidied. This time, only 8 double beds were placed. Four were placed on the left and four were placed on the right. Compared with the previous full beds, it was so clean that I felt so nervous.

When they left, there were 43 people, and 3 people died on the road. Of the remaining 40 people, at least half of them will die on the beach today.

If it is half, then you should put ten pictures, why only 8 pictures are placed?

It seems that this game has been played many times, and the organizer can make sure that after the game, half of the people will definitely survive, and even fewer should be.

Naturally, everyone also saw that they walked to the bed on the left and sat down first.

The younger brother couldn't help but sigh: "It's just a kitten fish, and human life is not as valuable as a fish." After working hard, the man was killed and the fish was robbed.

Xining's mind popped up: "Equal All All". Perhaps the organizer looked down at the contestants who were like ants under him with a lofty attitude. He watched them kill each other and fight for each other in order to survive, fighting to the death, with a hideous face and full of ugly appearances.

The Madonna punched the bed frame, expressing helpless anger, and shook the bed to the point of shaking.

She closed her eyes and rolled her eyes with contempt. She knew that this was the rules of the game, but she was still playing with something that was uncompromising with the dark forces. How could there be such a guy in the world who was not suitable for survival? If it fell into Mo Ming's hands, she would definitely not survive three tasks.

Mo Ming: "Two at most."

Xining...Okay, okay, it seems that she is quite sensible in the current affairs, and thanks Mo Ming for not killing her.

Mo Ming: "You are a little stupid, your abilities are a little poor, but you are not against nature. Like this, you hate it even more than you. You die early and you will be reborn sooner, so don't get in the eyes of your deity anymore."
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