Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

As soon as the two walked to the door, they were splashed in the face by the splashed liquid next to them.

Hot, bright red, fishy and salty...

Shen Mochi wiped away the blood on his face, the warm liquid quickly became sticky on his skin, and his eyes were filled with scarlet.

The sacrificial altar built on a wooden platform was kicked down, and the tribute placed on it was swept all over the ground.

The two people who were tied to the stake and peeled off half of their faces were rescued, and they were punching and kicking the old woman.

The old man's body was weak, and his limbs were deformed after being beaten a few times.

The surrounding situation was not much better in comparison. Everyone was driven by the anger and fear in their hearts, and they did not spare any room for attack. Every time they fell on others, they wanted to tear off a piece of skin.

"What happened to them?"

Those people, whether they were villagers or tourists, had crimson eyes and distorted expressions. They were irrational, and it was obvious that something was wrong.

These people rushed out to flee for their lives, and the game start time is coming soon, so it stands to reason that they shouldn't waste time here, even if the tourists hate the pedantic and barbaric villagers.

Chaos, hissing... For a moment, it felt like being in an endless hell, surrounded by evil spirits struggling to get out of hell.

The sky does not know when it will rain continuously.

The raindrops fell to the ground, mixed with the blood and splashed again. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or blood falling from the sky.

In just two or three minutes, puddles accumulated on the ground.

The rain quickly soaked his clothes and diluted the blood splashed on his body.

Shen Mochi pulled Duan Changwen to leave here to find a place to hide from the rain.

Duan Changwen remained motionless, looking up at the bamboo pole erected on the collapsed wooden platform.

There was an old painting hanging on it. The pattern on the painting was blurred by the rain, but the painting did not move in the heavy rain.

After a little hesitation, Duan Changwen raised his foot and walked towards the painting.

Martin boots stepped across the water, leaving a row of shallow footprints.

The rain washed my face and blurred my vision.

Duan Changwen kept approaching the painting.

As soon as I walked under the bamboo pole, the painting hanging on it, which was within reach, suddenly fell into the puddle next to it by itself without wind.

The girl frowned, but still bent down to pick up the hanging picture on the ground.

This portrait looks like it has just been drawn by someone, and the color of the painting fades away after being soaked in water, and the original appearance cannot be seen at all, but the blurred red ink is as glaring as fresh blood.

Duan Changwen stared at the drawing paper for a while, then threw it back into the puddle.

On the wooden platform, there were three corpses beside the overturned sacrifice. There was a middle-aged man in the middle, and young women on both sides. Everyone knew these three.

The rain dilutes the stench of the corpses.

Duan Changwen turned around, and lightning flashed across the sky above his head, breaking through the thick clouds, bringing a sharp shock to the dim space.

As soon as the lightning fell, a gust of wind brushed against Duan Changwen's ear. Duan Changwen pushed away Shen Mochi beside him, threw the butterfly knife at his waist, and held it firmly in his hand.

Chufeng withdrew from the chaotic beating, and locked on Duan Changwen with a dark gaze. He clenched his fist with one hand and clenched the dagger with the other, his knuckles turned white.

"Sister Duan, what do you know about this game, tell me, for the sake of being a classmate, I don't want to hurt your life."

"If you don't cooperate, don't blame me, junior. Everyone wants to live. If you want to blame it, blame senior sister. You are too selfish."

"Speaking so much, are you afraid?" Duan Changwen's eyes were cold, and his calm tone easily provoked anger.

Chu Feng was so angry that his pale face turned bloody, and his anger made him rush forward with a dagger in his mind.

A person controlled by emotions is nothing but a wild beast. What is the difference between dealing with a mindless beast and crushing an ant?
Chufeng probably didn't expect that although he was indifferent along the way, he was not heartless, and even Duan Changwen, who had saved someone, would actually kill him.

And the hands are so casual, as indifferent as eating a home-cooked meal.

But the tingling in the neck and the fluid gurgling down the skin was real.

With his throat cut open, Chufeng opened his mouth to take a big breath, the air entered his throat and made a strange rattling sound, he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, twitched lightly twice and then lost his breath.

Killing a person is such an understatement to Duan Changwen.

Shen Mochi, who was thrown aside, was stunned, and the system in the space was also stunned. He never guessed that the hero of this plane died so unexpectedly.

The rain was getting heavier, waking up the hysterical people.

After regaining their senses, the people staggered back one by one, and had to accept everything that happened after being horrified.

At this time, in this frenzied beating and fighting, the sky was already dark, probably around four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhiwei's first reaction after regaining consciousness was to look for Chufeng's voice. When she saw her boyfriend lying in a pool of blood, she rushed forward with tears in her eyes, sat on the ground and hugged Chufeng's body and screamed at Duan Changwen.

"You crazy woman! You killed my boyfriend! Murderer! Murderer! You have to pay with your life!"

At this moment, no one spoke a word for Zhiwei.

"Crazy! Crazy!" Zhiwei was distraught.

Only she knows how clever and powerful Chufeng is. In the last game, she survived by relying on Chufeng. Now that Chufeng is dead, how can she protect herself as a woman?

Duan Changwen, a bitch, seduces her boyfriend as soon as she shows up, if she fails to seduce, she will kill her!
"Murderer! Murderer!" Zhiwei murmured in despair and resentment.

I don't know which word touched Duan Changwen's nerves, but the corners of her mouth suddenly rose slightly, and she echoed extremely vilely and indifferently: "Yes, I am a murderer."

"What?" Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, and forgot to cry.

However, Duan Changwen ignored her, turned around and stepped on the hanging paintings in the puddle, and took Shen Mochi with him to leave.

When Duan Changwen walked away, Zhiwei came to his senses and screamed, "Duan Changwen, you bitch! You bitch!"

The people around didn't care about Zhiwei, they simply took the weapons they had in hand and prepared to leave.

Zhiwei wanted to live, so of course he didn't want to fall behind, so he took out the talisman paper left from the previous game in the pocket of Chufeng's corpse to reward him for catching up with the team.

After throwing away those players who were crazier than the villagers, Duan Changwen led them to the west of the village.

Wu Erhua said before her death that there was a family member in the west of the village who was having a wedding.

And they have spent two nights in the village, except for Wu Erhua, no one has mentioned the happy event in the west of the village.

Going west along the rain-filled path, the air became more and more chilly.

Duan Changwen stopped in front of two small one-story houses in the west of the village that were obviously different from the surrounding buildings.

In front of the small bungalow is a yard of about ten square meters, and the fence around the yard is tied with bright red tape, just like the entrance of the cave on the mountain.

Gently pushing aside the fence in front of the yard, the yard is full of firecracker debris, and the air is filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and incense.

The two small bungalows are next to each other, and the courtyard is connected. The door of the house on the left is closed, but the door of the house on the right is open. You can also hear the sounds of suona, sheng, cymbals, gongs, and bells.

Duan Changwen's slender hand touched her waist, and the butterfly knife she put away before reappeared in her hand, and she approached the open door with light steps...

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