Chapter 34
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All the players were infected with the plague when they stepped into Plague City.
But all of this was covered up by the Hope Flower and turned into a harmless and friendly appearance. If a normal player saw their own rotten and smelly body, they would panic and be afraid. But if they turned into animals, they would not be so vigilant.
In addition, there was a hidden traitor among the players. The NPC colluded with the traitor to deceive and mislead other players, causing Plague City to become the place where players died.
And it was not a clean cut, but a soft knife that was slowly sharpened, making people unable to feel the pain.
Shen Dongqing curiously poked the skin on his arm.
It was hard and cold.
Shen Dongqing had seen zombies buried underground before.
They could not be exposed to light and walked in strange postures. What was even more terrifying was that they could not eat.
When he thought of this, Shen Dongqing said, "I don't want to become a zombie."
Zhou Wenyan comforted him, "As long as you pass, everything will be fine."
Wu Jia said, "We have solved the source of the plague, so we should be able to pass, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shaky figure walked out of the burnt ruins of the church behind them.
The fire was very big, but it did not burn the priest to death. His whole body was burnt black like charcoal, and there were burn marks all over his body.
His facial features were all burned into a mess, and the original kindness disappeared completely, leaving only resentment.
"It's all your fault …" The priest's voice was hoarse, "I could have resurrected God, but I was missing one, missing one tribute! You all deserve to die! "
He was like a madman, dancing and dancing as he spoke.
Wu Jia was so scared that he took a step back, afraid that the priest was not in his right mind and would take out a weapon to hurt people.
The other two were big bosses, but he was different. He was just a weak and timid passerby. Protecting his own life was the most important thing.
But the priest knew that facing three adult men, the possibility of him giving it away for free was higher.
So he wisely chose to … commit suicide.
That's right, the priest did not use any weapons. He just used his bare hands to tear open the charred skin and dug out the beating heart in the chest. What was strange was that not a single drop of blood flowed out, and the priest did not die.
He knelt on the ground, facing the ruins, and raised his hands high. "God, I am your devout believer. I offer everything I have to you. May you grant me …"
Before he could finish, Shen Dongqing kicked him to the ground.
The priest was already burnt to a crisp. Now, with such force, his entire body was like a fragile piece of coal, snapping into two pieces.
Only an intact head was left, and it rolled away with a gurgling sound.
Wu Jia swallowed his saliva. "What are you doing?"
Shen Dongqing rubbed the dirty soles of his shoes on the ground and said, "Who asked him to release his big move so slowly?"
Wu Jia slowly closed his jaw.
Shen Dongqing: "Isn't it always like this in TV dramas? When the villains release their big moves, they have to say a bunch of nonsense, and the protagonist has to wait for the villains to finish. Those protagonists are idiots, but I'm not. "
He still had a look of righteousness on his face.
Zhou Wenyan laughed and was very supportive. "That's right."
Wu Jia looked down at the priest and inexplicably began to sympathize with him.
Meeting a player who didn't play by the rules was really bad luck. Go well, there are still many victims waiting for you below.
Wu Jia had not finished mourning for the priest when there was another sound from the ruins. He blurted out, "Again?"
He saw a piece of the collapsed ruins, as if something was about to climb out.
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