The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

"Really? That's great." Sheng Xun did it on a whim and didn't force it.

She controlled the thread and opened a path for herself to pass through.

Walking to the connecting port of the covered bridge, she took out an inconspicuous match and said, "I don't want to die, so I can only let you two become a pair of desperate couples."

"It's a pity you can't do it."

Shehe pulled the silk thread and instantly pulled Sheng Xun back to the bridge.

Sheng Xun reacted quickly. He immediately pulled the silk thread that bound the pistol and pointed the muzzle towards this side. However, a purple tail suddenly appeared and lashed out, instantly crushing several silk threads.

The solid scales were slightly dented, and Sheh increased his strength to completely deform the silk thread.

When the silk thread on the shotgun was stretched and loosened, he realized that his hand could move. He immediately pulled his hand back, quickly took out the shotgun and pulled the trigger.

When Sheng Xun heard the structural sound of the gun firing, several alloy steel balls had already been fired, and the silk thread had no time to wrap around them all.

All the fancy tricks were not as fast as the bullets shot at high speed. A few steel balls hit the flesh. Sheng Xun opened his eyes and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "It's really hard to deal with."

Shehe took the initiative and pulled the silk thread hard, forcing Sheng Xun's head to look at him.

Her body began to solidify, and she forced herself to stay awake, throwing out a potion and a whole matchbox before her hands were sealed by stone.

The matchbox spontaneously combusted in the air, and the smell of gunpowder was strong. Shi Jinzhe thought of the big fire just now and Sheng Xun's action of holding only one match.

She was sure that one match could kill them, but what about a box of matches?

Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately rushed into the covered bridge, grabbed Shekh's hand and ran, leaving the flames behind him, and the red and yellow fireball continued to expand and grow.

Shi Jinzhe raised his arms to embrace Shehe, put his hands to cover her head, pressed Shehe against his body, and leaped forward.

The high temperature quickly caught up, and the sound of glass shattering and pungent smoke breaking through the air exploded, followed by an even more deafening explosion.

The flames stirred up by the air wave spread everywhere, and after a moment, two people escaped from the thick smoke.

Only a wreckage remained of the covered bridge, and a large part of the connected buildings had been blown down.

Shekh wiped the dust off his face and took the prop cigarette box and another syringe-like object from the gravel, but unfortunately there was no card.

She returned to Shi Jinzhe, but found that he was not in good condition. His face was pale and he seemed to be in great pain.

Sheh turned his body over and found that the injury was not at all what would cause such a look of pain.

The first time she saw him in the maze, he was killed and his injuries were much more serious than this, but his expression didn't change much.

"What’s wrong with you."

When Shi Jinzhe clenched his hands, every breath felt like a knife twisting in his lungs, torturing his internal organs.

“…First find a place to take out the props…”

I didn't expect that the bomb player really had a bomb, and it's quite powerful. What a shitty game.

Sheh found a shelter nearby and picked up the [Puppy's Home] item that Shi Jin had given him.

A 2m*2m*2m square wooden house appeared on the ground. It was a standard outdoor dog kennel design. When enlarged, it barely looked like a cabin for humans to live in.

Shi Jinzhe was thinking in a daze, it was a good thing that she didn't know these four words.

Sheh pushed open the wooden door, sent the person in, closed the door tightly, and a five-hour countdown appeared at the door.

She pulled open the folded clothes and said, "Your shoulder is bleeding."

The broken glass pierced into his flesh, leaving a layer of burns on the surface. Blood was dripping from the scorched red wound. Shech lightly touched the broken glass that had pierced his body, and he couldn't help but curl up.

"Give me what you have in your hand."

"This?" Sheh handed him the cigarette box and medicine in his hand.

When he saw the words written on the potion that Sheng Xun had thrown out before he turned into petrification, Shi Jinzhe took two deep breaths.

Item: [Pain Potion]

Effect: Increases pain sensitivity by 300% (3 hours), making it a great helper in torturing others.

Even if you just tear off a small piece of dead skin, you can feel the pleasure of being skinned alive.

The bomb was created with the intention of at least killing him with pain.

An indescribable pain swept through my body. The places where the glass had pierced me kept bleeding, as if what was in my body was not broken glass, but heavy swords piercing through me. A mixture of blood and sweat flowed on my skin, leaving thick bloodstains.

As time went by, my breathing became heavier and I felt like a taut string. If I spoke, it would break my body.

Sheh sniffed the blood in the air and licked his lips. "How can I help you?"

"Clean... the glass... and take it out..."

Cool water was poured on my shoulders, and as time passed, the pain spread from my shoulders to my entire body.

He tried hard to control his heavy breathing, but his body's instinctive reaction was hard to control and he kept shaking.

Shekh pulled out several large pieces of glass one after another, and his hands were stained with a lot of blood.

"Don't move. The small pieces are hard to remove. If you keep shaking, I won't be able to take them out."

Several small fragments penetrated into his flesh and blood. When the nails squeezed in, Shi Jinzhe's eyes went dark. He felt that those were not nails, but the monster tearing his flesh and blood.

"Don't move..." Sheh held down his arched body and guessed that Shi Jinzhe's current pain was related to the potion, and it was very likely that the pain was intensified.

Hearing the hoarse voice in his throat, she thought it was better to suffer a short pain than a long one, so she simply turned over and pressed down his body, raising one hand to cover his mouth tightly.

His bloody hands were rubbed on Shi Jinzhe's face, cold sweat slid down his collarbone, and his exposed upper body was covered in blood.

Veins bulged on his neck as he tilted his head back. When Sheh took out the last piece, Shi Jinzhe's tense body heaved violently and the skin on his forehead twitched.

“Take them all out.”

She brought the remaining clean water to Shi Jinzhe's mouth, but it was her first time doing this, so instead of giving him the water, she ended up spilling it all over him.

“…Stop feeding me.”

Otherwise, he might have been choked to death today, even if he had not been killed by the explosion or the pain.

Shi Jinzhe half-closed his eyes and saw that her arms were stained with blood. He said weakly, "Wash your hands, they are all covered in blood."

He even disliked the mud, and after a while he realized that he was going to sulk with himself again.

Sheh read out from his words just now a sentence "Please let me go" and poured all the water on him unhappily.

The bloodstains were washed away, and she was surprised to find that the wound caused by Shi Jinzhe was healing.