Being a bug in a survival game

The prison workers came and took away the remaining 50 slaves who had not performed on stage.

On the first night of the performance, 3 of the 8 players died, 20 of the 42 NPC slaves died, and those who survived were more or less injured.

On this second night, I don’t know how many more people will die.

After watching Qin Qi and Fatty being taken away, Su Tingyu withdrew his gaze.

At this time, the four players who survived the first night seemed to have discussed it in advance, sneaking out of the prison like thieves and trying to open the elevator door.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the four players immediately got in.

Su Tingyu saw this and hesitated, thinking that he should wait a little longer.

This underground colosseum, whether it is the audience, prison workers or slaves, has a sense of weirdness.

It seems that the slaves are not locked up completely like animals, but layers of shackles have been placed on the slaves' minds.

Also, could this underground colosseum really be so lax?

Let those 4 players test the waters first.

It was only the second day of the dungeon, and Su Tingyu was not in a hurry, because she needed to find the key to the collar, and she wanted to know more about the underground Colosseum.

So, Su Tingyu turned her attention to the slaves again. Looking left and right, she actually saw a familiar face.

…

Slave 022 looked down at the small rice ball in his arms, swallowed, but did not eat.

Today he was lucky enough to grab some rice, which was leftover from his lunch and would be eaten later when he was hungry.

At this time, there was a commotion around him, and the slaves who were originally near 022 fled frantically as if they had seen a ghost.

"Hi~How are you~"

Hearing the sound, 022 looked up mechanically and saw a hateful face that gave him nightmares last night.

Su Tingyu tilted his head, looking harmless.

"You, you, you..." 022 was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. He tightly covered the rice ball with both hands, fearing that if he didn't pay attention, it would be snatched away by this abominable devil.

Su Tingyu used the tone of "we have a friendly exchange" and said with a smile: "Brother, I came to chat with you again to relieve your boredom. Are you happy?"

022 face distorted: unhappy! This is not fun at all!

The 022 that Su Tingyu was looking for turned out to be the miserable male slave whom she had arrested and questioned twice in a row yesterday.

022 stiffened his face and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "What do you want to do again?"

The familiar Su Tingyu sat down on the hay mat next to 022 and blinked his cute big eyes: "Brother, I'm so bored. I want to hear more stories about the underground Colosseum. .”

022 cursed in his heart: Is it none of your business that you are bored? !

"Brother, what do you have in your hand?"

In his ears, a very innocent and doubtful voice came. 022 shuddered, squeezed the rice ball in his hand tightly, and hid it behind his back, with an embarrassed smile on his face: "No, it's nothing... you don't want to hear it" A story? I’ll tell you right now! Just tell me!”

"Oh~~" Su Tingyu seemed to know nothing, still smiling brightly, with big eyes twinkling, looking forward to the story.

Seeing this, 022 resignedly told Su Tingyu a story.

Midway, the four players who ran out were driven back by the vicious prison workers, who also rewarded each of them with two hundred lashes.

It wasn't until around 24 o'clock that the group of performers who went out to perform came back.

There are 18 people missing.

Su Tingyu saw Qin Qi and Fatty in the crowd. Fatty looked a little embarrassed, but neither of them had any body parts missing for no reason.

Su Tingyu breathed a sigh of relief.