In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win is numb

The sharp weapon passed.

With a "chuckle", the "tail" was broken.

With a "ziliu", the "ghost hair" retracted at the speed of light and disappeared at the end of the dark night.

A wisp of black smoke drifted out from the cut of the hair, and drilled in along the tip of the blade of Heilong.

At that moment, Bai Yu felt the second joint of his right index finger prickly.

The tangle of hair wrapped around Su Mengmeng's feet squirmed more and more slowly.

The wet mucus also seems to be volatilizing and drying.

Soon, a whole bunch of dry hair was hanging down from her ankles.

Su Mengmeng stretched out her hand and gently pulled, and they scattered on the ground.

Only then did everyone see that the finger-thick hair was actually composed of tens of thousands of hairs tightly glued together.

Wei Xiaoyun frowned: "Where did this ghost hair come from?"

"When I ran out of the cafeteria, I was entangled." Su Mengmeng recalled, her face still pale.

"If there is no accident, it must have come out of that warehouse." After Bai Yu finished speaking, he glanced at the human hair workshop not far away.

For some reason, she always felt that there was something strange about the human hair workshop covered in dark red substance.

But at the moment the hall of the workshop was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Wei Xiaoyun: "But it's very strange, the hair is damp, and the ground from the warehouse to here is also very dusty, why didn't any dust stick to it?"

"There are a lot of strange things. What we see now should be just the tip of the iceberg." Bai Yu withdrew her thoughts, her heart sank.

If this dungeon finally has to face these sticky and wet hair monsters, it will be very difficult.

At least, the method I thought of before, using fire to burn hair, won't work.

Then only bare hands. Melee. Fighting.

It seems that those hairs are really afraid of her Heilong blade.

The others are all old players, and they should have their own powerful weapons.

But how many people can be cut off?
Physical strength and endurance are a problem.

In addition, if the body is injured and the hair is covered with blood, it will form an illusion, and the game board and space will be unusable.

These are also problems.

Thinking of this, Bai Yu couldn't help thinking of the wound on his back that hadn't completely healed.

Fortunately, in this game, the recovery speed of wounds is much better than in reality.

Others didn't think as much as she thought for the time being.

Su Mengmeng glanced behind her with lingering fear, and then said with moist eyes:
"Susu, just now, thank you."

Bai Yu smiled and reached out to help her up again.

Zheng Weijun glanced at the dagger in her hand, and said lightly:
"Knife, not bad, very special."

Bai Yu pursed her lips and ignored him.

Zheng Weijun ate the door shut, and his face was embarrassed for a moment.

"Hey, it's already 19 o'clock, and there is no sandstorm. Could it be that the notification is fake." Wang Zi glanced out the window and said in surprise.

It was pitch black outside the window, but it was obviously that kind of transparent black, not like the feeling of sand and dust.

"It's just that we will attack Qingsi Town at 19 o'clock. There should be some time before we get here. Let's get into the office as soon as possible!" Zhao Tianjin said impatiently.

After speaking, he was the first to walk to the glass door.

Everyone didn't think much about his abnormal behavior.

After the players enter the game, they are all hello, me, hello and everyone at the beginning.

When the danger and difficulty gradually increase, everyone's true face will be revealed.

Especially in some dungeons that limit the number of final passers,
Accidentally being stabbed in the back by a close companion and dying, it is all expected.