Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Qiongda and dozens of elite aliens from the Pudge family behind him were armed and vigilantly guarding Zhang Yi and the others.

They did not act on their own because before they set off, Paji Gesang told them to follow Zhang Yi's instructions in everything.

Even if Zhang Yi asked them to die.

It’s strange to say, there are dozens of people in this group, but the room doesn’t seem crowded at all.

Zhang Yi walked towards the window and pulled open the white curtains.

Dust was falling down, and the scene outside the window confirmed that this was a hospital.

The sky outside was gray and full of haze. There was a building here, which seemed to be three or four stories high.

There was a dilapidated yard outside, the lawn had long been abandoned, and some rehabilitation equipment and a wheelchair with a missing wheel lay silently on the ground.

Not far away there was a dead locust tree with a rusty swing hanging on it. When a gust of wind blew, it made a "yeah" sound and swayed, as if someone was gently swinging it.

"We should be entering the [Martial Arts Field] space."

Zhang Yi said lightly.

Everything at the moment was crystal clear. As a space-based alien, he was well aware of the characteristics of this ability.

It’s just that the abilities of each mutant are different.

Zhang Yi's space cannot actively absorb living people, and the martial arts field does not seem to have such ability either.

Based on all the previous performances, Zhang Yi came to a conclusion.

"They entered the Demonic Abyss first, and then opened a different dimension in the martial arts arena, trapping us."

Fatty Xu widened his eyes in surprise.

"What? How dare he! Boss, you're an Ipsilon-level Inhuman, how dare he come after you?"

Zhang Yi rubbed his brows. "The ability index is only a theoretical value. If we are in the alien's own home turf, even a huge difference in the ability index can be made up."

"What's more, we still don't know anything about his abilities."

If the opponent is a martial arts-themed alien, Zhang Yi is not afraid at all. As long as he is not Ipsilon, it will be easy to kill him in seconds.

But he didn't know how to break through the space of the martial arts arena yet.

“We can only give it a try!”

Zhang Yi raised the long sword in his hand, his eyes cold and icy: "I will just destroy this place and see what happens!"

But just as he was about to make a move, Batu's voice rang in everyone's ears again.

"Welcome to my domain, this is the world of [Madhouse]."

"I will explain the rules of the game to every player who enters the Madhouse."

Batu's voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

The next moment, Yang Xinxin pointed to the opposite wall.

"Look!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi and others turned their heads to look at the dilapidated wall. The wall that was supposed to be white was now covered with stains and hideous dark bloodstains.

As Batu's voice sounded, blood words began to appear on the wall.

"[Madhouse] rules of the game."

"First, there are many mentally ill people in the ward. They will actively attack all living creatures. Please stay away from them."

"Secondly, if you're discovered by a mentally ill person, you must keep an eye on them. Your gaze will calm them down."

"Third, these psychoses will not harm the player, but will put them into a standby state, unable to act."

"Fourth, eliminate all the shadows, or wait 24 hours, and the game will end."

Looking at the hideous bloody words that inexplicably appeared on the wall, Yang Xinxin quickly understood her current situation.

"It seems that his ability belongs to the rule-based system. This is a bit troublesome."

The rule system is the most special kind of supernatural power.

Extremely strong, but also extremely weak.

If the rules are met, the ability can be exerted to an extremely high level.

But if the conditions cannot be met, then the rule-based alien is no different from trash.

For example, Yang Xinxin.