Please draw your way of death

Meng Qishu only remembered that he closed his eyes for a while, and when he opened them again, the man next to him had already fallen into a pool of blood.

That man's main artery had been cut, blood was sprayed all over the ground, even Meng Qishu was not spared.

He stared blankly at the blood on his hands, and his mind was extremely dull.

Isn't it a game?Why did people die before the game started?

"Congratulations brother!" The sweet child's voice sounded, and Meng Qishu raised his eyes, only then did he think of the little fat judge.

The little fat man smiled cutely, the dimples on his cheeks were full of blood, and there were a few splashes of blood on his face, but this did not prevent his eyes from shining with excitement: "Because of your competition The opponent chose to take the lead in the game, which is a violation of the rules of the game, and he is now judged to be the loser."

"Congratulations brother for winning the game, this is your little red flower."

Meng Qishu passively took the little red flower, but for some reason his heart was very calm.

It seems that something is beyond his expectation, but everything seems to be logical.

He took out the function card belatedly, and the task column just now was marked with the task completion label.

[Congratulations to the player for completing the mandatory mission. The mission reward, the little red flower, has been distributed. The mission reward is a designated function card, which is being distributed...]

【Please choose from the following function cards. 】

Meng Qishu looked at the names on the cards, blasting cards, acceleration cards, strengthening cards...

They are all ordinary cards, nothing interesting.

So he picked one at random, got up and left.

After walking a few steps away, Meng Qishu turned his head and glanced at the place where he sat just now. The man was still lying in a pool of blood, and the little boy had long since disappeared.

I don't know if it's because of the reason I was sitting there just now, but there is an open space that is exceptionally clean and not stained with that disturbing red.

His mind went blank, he turned around and left, somehow he went up to the fourth floor.

He couldn't hear the voice of someone talking on the fourth floor, but the voice was very familiar.

Turning around from the stairs, two figures fell into Meng Qishu's eyes.

The taller figure facing him is Ning Mianzhong, and there is another one who is lower, grabbing his lapel, complaining urgently.

It seems to be a woman.

Ning Mian finally seemed to say something coldly, and was about to go this way after bypassing that person, and was taken aback when she saw herself.

"... Ning Mian ends." Meng Qishu murmured in a low voice, the void in his heart seemed to be suddenly filled by something.

He saw the other person running towards him and stopped in front of him.

"How did you do this? Is there any injury?" Ning Mian finally wanted to pull his hand, but Meng Qishu's hand was full of blood, and he was afraid of touching the wound, so he could only hesitate, frowning and looking at other stains on his body. Where blood lingers.

"I'm... fine." Meng Qishu moved his fingertips and took the initiative to shake his hand. He lowered his head, feeling the temperature of the other's palm, "It's not my blood, I'm not injured."

"That's good." Ning Mian finally breathed out, and seemed to be aware of the presence of outsiders. She turned her head to look at the woman, and then turned her head to explain to Meng Qishu, "She is the woman who asked us to form a team at the beginning. To join our team, let me ask your opinion."

"It's just up to you to decide." Meng Qishu's mind seemed to be stuck in a shell, and he couldn't turn a corner, so he could only throw the decision back to Ning Mianzhong.

"I thought about it, and I think there's nothing wrong with having one more person." Ning Mian finally said, "Why don't we form a team?"

"Yes." Meng Qishu had no intention of objecting.

Ning Mian's final decision was made after careful consideration, not to mention that his mind is stuck now, even if it is normal, he is not as complete as Ning Mian's final thought.

"Then it's settled." Ning Mian finally continued to talk about her thoughts, "Generally speaking, this dungeon is more dangerous at night, and the new teammate's self-protection ability is relatively weak, so I plan to play with the new teammate tonight. A room to increase the chance of survival."

He glanced at Meng Qishu and added: "Don't worry, nothing that shouldn't happen will happen, I promise."

Meng Qishu paused holding his hands, his face was a bit strange: "You mean, let her move into our room?"

"No," Meng Qishu hadn't finished exhaling before hearing Ning Mian finally continue, "I used to share a room with her, you just stay in this room."

Meng Qishu suddenly raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes froze: "Ning Mianzhong, what did you say?"

"I thought what I said was very clear." Unexpectedly, Ning Mian looked back at each other very calmly, and his subordinates brushed Meng Qishu away and grabbed his hand, "You have the ability to protect yourself, don't you?"

Meng Qishu just looked at him, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"If there's nothing wrong, I'll discuss with my new teammate about tonight's arrangements." Ning Mian finally rubbed the blood on her hands, her face expressionless, "By the way, remember to wash it later. The blood is quite irritating."

"..." Like a basin of cold water in his head, Meng Qishu's inner anxiety grew wildly. He stood still in place, his eyes frantically looking for Ning Mianzhong's gaze.

Right, my heart shivered again.

The other party's gaze was cold, without any emotion, as if separated by a layer of ice.

"This blood... some places I can't wash..." Meng Qishu pursed his lips, looked away, and pretended to be nonchalant in his tone, "Can you help me later?"

"You can wash it off." With an unexpectedly affirmative tone, Ning Mian finally didn't accept his debt at all.

As if reacting to the little thought behind Meng Qishu's words, he leaned down again, but there was a distance between Meng Qishu's ear: "Are you trying to keep me?"

Meng Qishu's back stiffened, and he turned to look at his face, but saw a playful and disdainful smile from the corner of his lips.

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Ning Mian finally stood up from his ear, with pity in her eyes.

Say... what?

Meng Qishu wanted to retreat subconsciously, but his mind was so busy that he couldn't even give a simple order.

"Is it fun to hang others? Hmm?" Ning Mian finally said, "Do you think I won't leave?"

"I didn't," Meng Qishu pretended to be calm and almost couldn't hold back. He suppressed the panic in his heart and said softly, "I didn't refuse..."

Ning Mianzhong's advances, Ning Mianzhong's intimacy, Ning Mianzhong's kiss... He never refused...

"Then are we lovers?"

Meng Qishu was stunned for a moment, and said without hesitation: "Yes."

Is this the answer Ning Mian finally wanted?

But Ning Mian didn't speak at all. He read Meng Qi's book in silence for a while, and seemed a little regretful: "So why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Now it's my turn to say 'no'."

Like a blow to the head, Meng Qishu suddenly felt a little dizzy. He collected himself and went to grab the opponent's hand: "Ning Mian finally..."

But Ning Mian finally took a step back, avoiding his movements.

"dirty."

Meng Qishu's blood-stained hand stopped in mid-air, and his eyes fell on his outstretched hand in a daze, even his breathing stopped.

No one spoke, so the surrounding area was very quiet, like the light in the deep sea being swallowed by darkness, his eyes were darkened, and even his hearing was deprived.

He gradually fell deeper and deeper in the water, and the feeling of oppression was accompanied by a sense of suffocation, but the thought of struggling seemed to be accompanied by something, and it was pulled out of his body together.

end of sleep...

His lips trembled, and certain emotions became bigger and bigger in his mind, like a scourge that could no longer be restrained, bit by bit impacting the psychological defense line he had let go and couldn't bear to look directly at.

The smell of blood exploded in his mouth, and Meng Qishu came back to his senses for a moment, as if he could feel his own hand on his lips.

But so what?

He breathed slowly, filled with the disgusting smell of blood, but the movement of his mouth didn't know how to restrain himself, his teeth pierced the skin, piercing deeper into the flesh, bringing trembling deep in the nerves.

Calm down……

Don't close your eyes, and then, wake up...

"elder brother!"

"Brother, the game is over."

The sweet child's voice came into the ear canal, and Meng Qishu's eyes widened suddenly. The dizzy scenery seemed to be gradually returning to the background of the courtyard.

He breathed heavily, and there was still a strong smell of blood on his lips.

Meng Qishu still couldn't fully recover. He stared blankly at the small open space in front of him. He felt that he was holding his lips with one hand, while the other was firmly on his neck.

He lowered his hands, and suddenly felt as if he had already died.

"Fortunately, one survived, otherwise it would be my dereliction of duty." The little fat man smiled with satisfaction, and handed the little red flower to Meng Qishu, "Congratulations, brother, for winning the game. This is your little red flower."

Meng Qishu's eyes shifted to the little red flower in the little fat man's hand, but he didn't pick it up.

He tilted his head slightly, and then saw that the man sitting next to him was dead.

He fell into a pool of blood, his main artery was cut, blood sprayed everywhere, even on his hands.

Meng Qishu's whole body was stiff, and a chill came from his back. He stared straight at the man, unable to feel his own voice: "What's going on with him?"

"Because your competitor chose to take the lead in the game, it is an illegal act according to the rules of the game, and he is now judged as the loser." The little fat man smiled, with two dimples on his face, and there was a puddle of blood inside, " Killed by me!"

Meng Qishu's eyes looked over, and there was still a slight gasp between his lips and teeth.

"When did the game start?"

"It started when you closed your eyes." The little fat man replied, "But it didn't go on, because this guy violated the rules of the game from the very beginning."

In other words, isn't everything just now the content of the game?

Meng Qishu closed his eyes, his heart was beating very fast. If you look carefully, his two hands propped on the ground were still trembling imperceptibly.

He almost died here.