The wind got stronger and stronger, and Bones found a shelter and rested for a while.**
Luo Ye's appearance touched him greatly, and he realized clearly that he could not be Luo Ye's opponent at all, but the game was not over yet, and he did not want to give up so easily.
A rain came in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving only wet mud. The sun had long since disappeared, and the entire island was enveloped in a strange smell.
Bones was initially doubtful about where the smell came from, but soon he understood that it was the smell of wet, burnt corpses.
He closed his eyes and rested for a while, but he never dared to fall asleep. After drinking enough rainwater, he chose to get back on the road. He stuffed the sharp military dagger back into the scabbard, and the sweat from his palm fell silently.
, blending in with the moist and cold air.
The dagger he was wearing was specially made by Qi Han based on his description. The handle was very comfortable, the weight of the blade was just right, and the balance of the blade was very comfortable for him. Qi Han also specially asked the craftsman to
Many gorgeous blood grooves and patterns are added to the blade, making this murderous dagger look like a beautiful work of art.
Everyone praised it for being beautiful, but that was because they had never seen it stained with blood. And he himself had not experienced such a tense and exciting feeling for a long time.
Although Luo Ye was far away from him and no longer felt that suffocating feeling, he still could not fully recover from the shock in his heart.
In the evening, when a person is at his weakest, he carefully searched for traces of other Death Fighters along the road. He saw some fresh offal scattered all over the ground, and he knew that this was a Death Fighter who had just eaten "dinner".
The two arms of the poor "food" had been chewed away until only the bones were left. The other parts were still intact lying on the volcanic rocks and continuing to roast.
It seems that this is the source of the smell that has been bothering him.
Following the broken footprints on the ground, he chased after him without hesitation. At this moment, he felt that death was walking with him, and he suddenly felt relieved. Perhaps, from the beginning, what he feared was not death, but this kind of body inability.
By yourself.
In the Zhuri Hall, the big screen showed that the number of Death Fighters had dropped sharply to single digits. However, the enthusiasm of the VIPs did not weaken, but became even higher. Everyone was paying attention to the Death Fighters' data in order to
Be able to make the right bet.
In the end, there were only three names left on the big screen: Bones, Long Legs, and Luo Ye. Bones' total number of kills topped the list, with as many as thirteen people, while Long Legs only killed four people, and Luo Ye's data was
Zero - Because the technicians did not capture the scene of Luo Ye drawing the knife, they added the head of the death fighter holding the gun to the bones.
Qi Han was not satisfied with the results in front of him. Although Bones' performance today was perfect, he did not use genetic medicine, so the final outcome was somewhat uncontrollable. As the owner of Paradise Island, he didn't like this feeling very much.
As the number of people in the death match became smaller and smaller, the bets of the VIPs also became higher and higher. Most people bet on Qi Han's Death Fighter Bones, and some wanted to be upset and bet on Long Legs, but no one bet on Luo Ye.
After all, Luo Ye didn't have any information for them to know except his name.
The fewer people place bets, the higher the odds of the afterimage. The higher the odds, the more itchy the VIPs will be.
Ngawang said to Qihan: "Master, what should we do if our bones cannot beat Luo Ye?"
"I have the final say on Paradise Island," Qi Han said coldly: "As long as the bones kill off the long legs and survive tonight, I can announce the end of the game and calculate the results on a per-person basis. By then, even His Highness the Prince will
What can you do to me?"
"Island Master Qi is right." A sloppy-skinned man came over with a charming smile and stretched out a fleshy hand, "I am the owner of Long Legs——"
Qi Han glanced at him coldly from the corner of his eyes, but did not extend his hand.
The owner of the long legs quickly retracted his hand. He realized that he was not qualified to shake hands with Qi Han. He said nonchalantly: "I am here specifically to congratulate Island Master Qi."
"Congratulations?" Qi Han hummed a few words from his nostrils.
"Yes, yes," the owner of the long legs once again made a flattering appearance. He hated and feared Qi Han, but was eager to please him, "Congratulations on winning the death match again."
"Huh, the game isn't over yet -" Qi Han said with a sneer.
"But for me, it's over." The owner of Long Legs said respectfully: "I bet all my funds on Bones, betting that he can win."
Qi Han blinked, "Interesting, you said you are the owner of long legs?"
"Yes."
"Then why do you want to bet on the other party?" Qi Han asked.
"Because I have told Long Legs that I must persist until the end so that I can have a chance to talk to Island Master Qi. Of course, I must also lose to Bones so that I can make friends with Island Master Qi." The owner of Long Legs smiled.
He said.
"Hahaha," Qi Han laughed, "Very good, you are very smart. So, I don't have to worry about the result of the game at all?"
"Of course." The long-legged owner promised: "Island Master Qi, please be at ease."
As he was talking, someone shouted: "Look, Bones is about to enter Long Legs' ambush!" Qi Han immediately turned his attention to the big screen.
Bones was walking on a path leading to the top of the ridge. The path was narrow and steep, and the gravel beneath his feet would loosen, as if he didn't know that if he stepped on the wrong foot, it would collapse.
Only a trace of orange light remained in the dark sky, like a big mouth that was sneering, laughing at his stupidity.
He did make a very serious mistake. He killed too many people today. In a death match, killing is not a mistake, but killing people all the time is a mistake. He tired himself to the point of almost collapse.
In fact, there is no difference between killing one person and killing a hundred people. The later you get, the more numb you become. It feels as if you are no longer terminating a life, but skillfully dismantling a doll.
But he is a human being after all, and his physical strength is almost exhausted in all kinds of struggles. This is very disadvantageous for him, especially as it gets closer to the end of the game, those who are still alive must be more dangerous opponents.
But he didn't care. The numbness could at least allow him to breathe, and the fatigue could at least prevent him from thinking.
He followed an obvious trace and climbed to the top of the blade-like ridge, but did not find any Death Fighter. He sighed heavily, and then sat down on the ground.
In front of him is a cliff, and beyond the cliff is the rugged reef and the bottomless sea. Smoke covers the sea surface, forming a thick gray barrier, hiding the turbulent tide under its veil, leaving only
The slow and unstoppable roar of hitting the mountain wall.
There is no way to go. This seems to be the end of the world.
From time to time, a few blood-red bright spots would appear in this gray smoke, as if a fire suddenly ignited on the sea surface and then suddenly went out. Bones guessed that it was caused by lava traveling through the gray mist.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness surged into his blood, and all his perceptions seemed to change in an instant. Even the whole world suddenly seemed very small, and he could almost see the end with his naked eyes. The dizziness became more and more intense, and his bones became hard.
He stood up and wanted to leave this strange place as soon as possible, but he felt that the soles of his feet were soft, as if the whole world was like an animal slowly retreating, and he was walking on the animal's fur.
Long Legs stood silently behind him, looking at his expression with a sneer, and clenched his two huge fists, making a "clucking" sound in the joints. He didn't seem to be anxious about losing the bones, but
I want to enjoy the other person's fear. "Is this place interesting? It's like it can suck people in. The poisonous mist of the volcano has a paralyzing effect, and combined with the altitude here, it will make you trance-like and relax your muscles." He
He smiled and said, "I just discovered this place not long ago."
Bones wanted to resist, but the harder he tried, the stronger the dizziness felt in his body. The military dagger in his hand was like fine sand, unable to be grasped or retained. He could only smile bitterly in despair.
Is this redemption or punishment?
Long Legs looked at the bones with satisfaction, arrogantly looking at the bones, like a skinny but arrogant rooster. "I calculated that it will take about three minutes to fully recover. But you are very strong, maybe it doesn't take three minutes at all. I should
Shouldn't you be given time to recover? The answer is -" He tilted his neck and thought for a while, then stretched out his arm and pushed on Bones' back!
"No! Hahaha!"
Bones screamed in surprise and fell straight down the cliff, but something soon grabbed his hands and feet, and the dizziness disappeared from his body.
At first he thought that what caught him was a huge spider web, but he soon realized that it was just vines on the side of the cliff, strong gravel and vines surviving in the cracks. They were hidden in places that could not be seen from his perspective.
in position.
He should be very happy that he was entangled by these vines. But at this moment, he couldn't think too much, the innate desire for survival was ignited in his heart.
He looked back at the position where he fell. Not far from his feet was a sharp and raised stone. If it weren't for the vines, he would have been killed before falling to the sea. He looked up and saw no figure with long legs.
Apparently, Long Legs didn’t dare to look down the cliff, as he would also get dizzy.
This gave Bones a good chance to rest. He had to take the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of the vines before he could climb up safely.
Freehand rock climbing was not difficult at all for him who was a special forces soldier, but the cliff was a bit exaggeratedly steep, like a section cut vertically with a knife. The gray rock wall did not look that solid.
Bones pulled the thickest vine and carefully used his feet to test for a suitable foothold.
This natural net immediately creaked due to his movements, and then sank a little. Loose clods of soil and rotten vine branches slipped silently around him. The bones held their breath, fearing that one of the vines was not enough.
Safely, send him directly into the open mouth of death.