Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

"..."

"Finally... gone."

Xu Hao inhaled the alcohol, while Guo Shi and the others collapsed to the ground. Although the exchange was short, the sight of flying blade energy was a considerable test for both their mental and physical well-being.

But in just one encounter, nearly half of the team of thirty had perished, and they still hadn't even seen the scavenger's true form. This made everyone feel fortunate to have survived, but also filled them with a chilling fear.

At this moment, the boxer seemed to suddenly remember something, and his face changed to a smile that was both hearty and obsequious. He carefully approached Guo Shi and rubbed his hands together, saying:

"Sis, do you think there's any way to resolve this...?"

"I'm busy, get lost!"

"Okay! You go ahead and do your thing."

Guo Shi was indeed very busy. Although she wanted to pry open the discolored skull with a kitchen knife, there were still things at the museum that Fang Jin had instructed her to do.

"Or maybe I should just secretly keep this equipment. I've been such a good tool, if that guy doesn't pay me, I'm going to lead the Red Sentinel Gang in a rebellion tomorrow..."

She muttered angrily to herself, while sitting on the sand with her eyes down. Countless invisible threads of thought extended into the distance along the gap. This whole process required Guo Shi to concentrate fully and not be disturbed by the outside world.

Someone was itching to make a move (yes, it was him), but the heavy cleaver silently circled around Guo Shi, and the blood droplets still clinging to the tip of the blade dispelled all those impure thoughts in everyone's minds.

……

The second floor of the museum, a night of murder in a tavern.

The fifth five-minute period had passed, and they had barely survived. During the minute Fang Jin was unconscious, everyone exerted all their strength to protect him from the onslaught of the crazed bartenders.

Even so, Fang Jin and his group were still unable to kill all the bartenders. There were simply too many puppets hidden under the bar, and in the end, six puppets remained, lurking menacingly on the outside.

"My mouth is starting to taste bitter; it's time for my sixth drink."

Jiang Yu gasped for breath, her beautiful face now marred by blood, revealing a delicate yet weary expression. She spoke weakly, offering a reminder to the others.

To be honest, they didn't want Fang Jin to drink a sixth cup. The fact that drinking alcohol could make them faint was really unpleasant, and Fang Jin's combat prowess had been very useful in holding off the puppet assassins' attack.

but……

"I'll drink it; no one else is capable of drinking this."

Fang Jin said with a wry smile, after five rounds of tavern killers, their original team of fifteen people was now reduced to only six. The others had all turned into blood flowers and minced meat, becoming nourishment for the floor.

Only three people remain intact and capable of fighting. Of the other three, one has fainted, and the other two have been disemboweled and are now barely clinging to life.

Let alone whether they would die within five minutes, even if they could hold on until the end of the killing night, their current physical condition wouldn't be able to handle the red wine; the wine would corrode their damaged internal organs completely.

Therefore, it doesn't matter who drinks this last red cocktail, it's meaningless, as the remaining three combatants will inevitably collapse.

"...Damn! These useless idiots can't even be a burden properly?!"

Iron Shield roared, wishing he could kill the three people slumped in their seats to vent his anger, but Jiang Yu stopped him. There was no point in doing such things now, and these three people were unlikely to live to see the end anyway.

The bitterness in their mouths grew stronger. The three of them took a deep breath and stood in a corner of the bar. Fang Jin picked up the last glass of red cocktail, and the heavy feeling when he shook it made him think it was solid.

"After this drink, I'll likely be severely injured and unable to fight, and I'll be unconscious for at least five minutes... Are you two ready?"

"What's the point of saying all this? Let's get started."

"We'll try our best to hold on... It would be best if you could wake up sooner. The pressure is already terrifying enough, and nobody knows what the final wave of killers will be."

Jiang Yu said somewhat pessimistically, "This is not a turn-based game. When we reach the next wave, the monsters will stop attacking and will swarm in to besiege us. They can even cooperate with each other."

After realizing this, they stopped thinking about supporting the front lines. Everyone just wanted to leave the museum as soon as possible and escape as far away as possible so they would never have anything to do with the scavengers again.

"……Oh."

Fang Jin smiled silently, then poured the nearly solid cocktail into her mouth, chewed it directly, and swallowed it. The liquor liquefied and dispersed in her mouth, and the rich aroma exploded like gunpowder. The taste was actually excellent!

Of the six glasses, only the blue wine was rather unpleasant, like industrial alcohol mixed with machine oil... Fang Jin thought to himself, then lay back stiffly, the rules preventing him from staying conscious.

The others immediately perked up, but the next moment, they were all pressed to the ground by an enormous pressure, as if a thousand-pound lead weight had been added to their backs, and their entire bodies sank directly into the wooden plank!

Jiang Yu and the others were shocked, but they were unable to get rid of the pressure for a while. One of them, who had lost his fighting ability, was directly stabbed in the internal organs by a wooden stick protruding from the ground, and his internal organs were instantly churned up in a mess!

"Gravity... no, that's invisible. There's no way a museum could manipulate a planet..."

"Air pressure? It's actually air pressure! Even air can be a killer in a tavern? Could the theme of this room get any more outrageous... Waaah!"

Iron Cover couldn't speak. Large clumps of dust were being forced into his trachea, even scratching into his heart and lungs. Every whimper he made resulted in a gushing stream of blood.

The oil lamp also exploded, and the fire snake, after ten minutes of gathering power, surged again. The fire snake directly burned through the heads of the two people near the bar, killing them instantly without a sound.

The air pressure didn't kill them, but severely injured, none of them had the strength to break free from it. The sixth wave of assassins pinned them all to the ground.

The five waves of assassins stepped forward, washed and dried their gleaming blades, and prepared to chop off the heads of innocent people, stepping on their shoulders.

Jiang Yu and Tie Zhao were utterly desperate. They knew they couldn't get through the exhibition hall with their raw strength. The tavern had laid a series of deadly traps, and by the time they realized it, there was no chance of turning the tide.

The few remaining bartenders from the fifth wave slowly stepped forward, their heads twisted and eyes rolled back, even their joints making strange noises, but the chisels and mortars in their hands could easily take their lives.

……

"Click-clack..."

So the sound of Fang Jin getting up was mixed in with the unoiled old objects, and he was like a puppet being silently hoisted up, his joints groaning all at once...

Standing behind this group of bartenders.