Being a bug in a survival game

The man had large and small wounds on his body, and bright red blood seeped out from the wounds, staining his outer clothes red. He lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The man holding the whip saw that all the slaves' attention was attracted. He sneered and stepped on the whip wound on the man's back: "Two hundred whips, this is the consequence of trying to escape!"

All the slaves looked numb and cowered, but Su Tingyu's face slowly turned cold.

The fat man secretly poked Su Tingyu and lowered his voice: "Boss, it seems to be Brother Qin..."

"I know." Su Tingyu glanced at the man holding the whip coldly, and his voice was surprisingly calm.

The last slave is really Qin Qi.

It's just that Qin Qi's status as a copy is a bit unlucky, and he turns out to be a runaway slave.

Other players also noticed something strange. Qin Qi's clothes were different from those of the NPC slaves. It was not difficult to guess the player's identity.

It doesn't matter to them, other players just sigh in their hearts: This player is really unlucky.

After the whip man finished beating the slaves, he said to the prison worker guarding the cell next to him: "Take off the handcuffs and leg irons, and give him some medicine. If this slave wants to die, he can't die here."

"yes."

After the whip man left, one prison worker took off the handcuffs and leg irons, and another prison worker brought a simple small medicine box, threw it on the ground, and ignored it.

After several prison workers locked the large iron door on the outermost layer of the prison, they took the elevator and left.

The people on the ground seemed to have just regained their composure and slowly got up little by little.

At this time, without the supervision of the prison workers, the slaves ran out frantically, trying to snatch the medicine box on the ground.

Unexpectedly, a weak-looking girl got the medicine box first and blocked it in front of the slaves.

"Brother Qin, don't worry..." The fat man carefully helped Qin Qi up.

Qin Qi lowered his head and couldn't see clearly the expression on his face. His body was a little unsteady and he could only rely on the fat man's hands to support him.

Su Tingyu glanced at Qin Qi's situation: "Fat man, help the good guy."

After saying that, Su Tingyu turned to look at the slaves and gestured to the medicine box in his hand: "This belongs to my friend."

"Hurry up and hand it over!"

"He is a half-dead person, so there is no need to waste good medicine."

The slaves who cowered in front of the prison workers looked like enraged, demented beasts, glaring at Su Tingyu with a fierce look in their eyes.

Other players looked at it coldly from the outside, did not get involved, and could not help.

The slaves swarmed up and tried to snatch the medicine box from Su Tingyu's hand.

"Hey..." Su Tingyu sighed softly, holding the iron-covered medicine box in his hand, and smashed the face of the slave who rushed over first!

"boom!"

A figure was thrown out, overwhelming several slaves who wanted to rush up behind him.

Su Tingyu shook his other free hand in vain, trying to take out the stone tablet from the inventory, but then the panel suddenly jumped out.

【Notice! The player 'Angel Su' carries a confinement device, the inventory will be temporarily closed, and the player will not be able to use game props]

Su Tingyu was stunned for a second by the panel that suddenly popped up, and then was approached by several slaves.

Regardless of the abnormality on the panel, Su Tingyu picked up the iron medicine box and smashed it.

"Bang bang bang!"

It couldn't be hit, so Su Tingyu kicked him away.

80 slaves surrounded a frail girl, but they didn't even touch a hair of her.

This scene directly confused the other players who were watching the show.

After a while, a group of slaves fell to the ground with bruises on their noses and swollen faces, screaming in pain.

Su Tingyu handed the medicine box to the fat man first, and then walked over. When he saw a slave whose face seemed to be still unconvinced, he continued to make up for it while saying fiercely: "Are you convinced? What are you calling it? Still like this?" Are you energetic?"

After a while, there were no more cries of pain in the prison...