This time I waited for a long time and I was almost asleep, so I qualified.

The four of them walked in wet, their faces were pale and their chaotic appearance, just like water ghosts.

After entering, I was also stunned by the empty room. There were originally many beds and many people in the room, but now there are only eight lonely ones, four on the left and four on the right.

Seeing that there was already someone on one side, they chose the other side.

They chose to sit on the ground first, take off their coats, and hang them on the bed railing to dry. This is underground, but the air is not wet, but the wind from the ventilation duct is a little dry. After the blood on the ground is cleaned, it will be dry soon, and there is no trace of dragging, and the clothes should be able to be dried.

There were nine people in total, just staying like this without any sound.

I don’t know how long it took, a person in the opposite group suddenly started to cry. It was a silent cry, grinning, and his face was wet with tears, but there was no sound. As he cried, he covered his mouth with his hands, as if pain could only be poured out through tears.

The people from Xining and his group all looked at him with expressionless expressions.

A man opposite made a sound, and his voice was very calm, and some echoes could be formed in the empty room: "A friend of his was eaten by a shark... Very good friend."

No wonder there were only four people in this group. When they left, the screams made by the contestants who were hunted by sharks could be heard vaguely after walking into the passage for a long time.

The Madonna could not help but ask, “How many people are there above?”

"I don't know." It's so calm that it makes people feel a little chill: "But with meat as bait, you can fish."

Is that unlucky person? The fish he had finally caught was robbed, his life was lost, and he was treated as bait after death. If a person had a soul after death, as the legendary one would float next to the corpse for a while and see what happened after death. What would he feel about other contestants crazily snatching and cutting the flesh from his corpse?

Maybe I don’t feel it, just like watching other people’s affairs, after all, I’m dead, I don’t bring it with me if I don’t bring it with me if I die. Just like the owner of some tasks, the things after death are like stories and recorded in my memory.

After saying that, the man looked at them quietly for a long time. When he saw the injured man lifting up his trouser leg tube, revealing the sewn wound, he suddenly asked: "Why didn't the shark touch you?"

Yes, why? Sharks will become bloody when they smell blood and become more aggressive.

Xining responded: "His wound has been three days and the blood has dried up long ago."

The injured man finished the blow: "We are not sharks, how do you know? Maybe the sharks here are slow to react. They only remembered the eating after we got ashore."

If you hear it normally, you may find it funny. But at this time, no one can laugh. Several people were trying their best to swim up the shore, but they were still bitten by sharks with sharp teeth.

With just a scream, some of them were dragged down before they could be made, and only a stream of blood emerged from the sea.

Hearing this, the other party might think the explanation makes sense, so he didn't continue asking, closed his eyes, leaned against the wall, and closed his eyes to rest.

This time was very long. The whole room was only heard from time to time, and the sound of heavy breathing on the cracked belly was heard. His condition became more and more unfamiliar. He reached out to touch his forehead and felt a little hot. His body temperature rose very quickly, and even if he was uncomfortable all the time, it seemed a bit unscientific.

So what if it is unscientific? Reality is reality. Without any medicine, it is difficult to survive after a wound is infected. Even if he can hold on until the next game tomorrow, he may not be able to stand up at that time.

Without anything Xining said, the Madonna man tore off one side of a sheet, went to the toilet to wet the cloth, folded it to the right size, placed it on his forehead, and opened his coat, hoping that it would lower his body temperature.

My younger brother was taking care of him. After feeling the cloth was heated up, he went to the toilet to cool it with water, and then came back to apply it. From time to time, he comforted him in a low voice, saying that Angkor was here, everyone would think of a way to get through the next game.

They are a whole. When they are poor, they gather together to keep warm, and they have run away from usury debt collection, they have raised money to buy food, and they have cooked noodles and cooked dishes together. Although everyone is poor and has a lot of debt, they work hard every day and live as happily as possible.

When Wu Bingcheng comes back, even if everyone bears it, they will carry their brothers through the game.

Although this is unrealistic, it also gives you great hope for the stomach. In despair, even if there is a slight possibility, it is like a life-saving straw, which makes people have hope of living.

After a long time, a group of people finally came.

When the first person entered, the younger brother was happy and pushed his stomach to sleep in a daze: "It's Angkor, Angkor's group is back! I said that with Angkor, there must be no problem."

The eyes of the slit belly opened, and even sat up by himself, looking happy.

But gradually the smile on his face froze, and there were only three people coming in.

"Angkor, where are the Angkor people?" The younger brother stared at his eyes in disbelief, murmured to his feet, and greeted him: "Angkor, Angkor?"

While speaking, he looked at the door, but there were still two people who had not come in for a long time, and even the door was closed again.

Wu Bingcheng did not come in. The younger brother panicked and twisted one of them, the brother who lived together, and shouted at him with his eyes burst into tears: "Where is Angkor?"

The brother grinned and howled. Needless to say, the answer was obvious.

It's another tragic drama, life and death parting, it's so sad and regretful, Xining squinted her eyes and tried her best to show numbness due to fatigue.

However, Wu Bingcheng did not come back, which was a bit surprising. As the eldest brother with four younger brothers, after the villain group died, he was the person who was most likely to become the opponent of the Virgin Mary. But the main god in this world seemed to have not favored him, so he asked him to get a lunch box this time.

My eyes slightly tilted, and I saw No. 51 from under my narrow nose. Did this guy take the position of the second male lead in the final battle?

"Cry, just say, where is Angkor, where is Angkor?" The younger brother grabbed the other party's collar and shook violently, as if Wu Bingcheng could shake it out as long as he shook it hard.

Finally, he was shaken so hard that he pushed his younger brother away, crying and howling: "He hasn't come back, Angkor hasn't come back, don't you hear it, he can't come back!" Then he squatted on the ground, rubbed his hair with both hands in pain, and cried loudly.

The other two people looked at each other, and at one glance, Xining knew that there was an affair. No, there was a ghost!
Chapter completed!