First Player Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Chapter 238 · "Mom..."

Mo Yan kicked the doors one by one, trying to kick open the closed doors in the corridor.

Just now, the eldest brother ordered him to check if there are any living people on the second floor, so he had to do it to ensure that no unexpected situation would threaten the eldest brother.

At this moment, in the depths of the corridor, the voice of the elder brother came.

"—Mo Yan, come here."

The voice went round and round, with a distant echo.

"Come on, big brother!"

Mo Yan immediately put down his aching foot and ran in that direction.

The scene in front of him startled him.

Bright red blood was everywhere.

Above the door, in the gap in the floor, there is a gray and white wall. These seem to have been painted again, and the pavement is covered with large swaths of red.

And next to the door, a strange young man sat slumped. A cigarette was still burning in his hand, but the cigarette was stained with bright blood. His chest cavity was sunken, as if his ribs were broken, and there were corrosion marks on his throat, as if he had been scalded.

Next to the young man, stood his eldest brother, but the eyes of the eldest brother at this time seemed very wrong.

When looking at the big brother, cold sweat seeped down Mo Yan's back for a moment, he froze in place, his feet seemed to be stuck into the floor, and he couldn't move for a moment.

"Why are you standing there." Su Mingan waved to him: "Come here."

"Brother... May I ask, what is your current san value?" Mo Yan replied with some difficulty.

"...I'll take a look." Su Mingan glanced at the orange bar: "98."

98?

Mo Yan couldn't believe this number.

...How do you look at this state, big brother, it doesn't look like 98?

Mo Yan rubbed his dry mouth, and finally rubbed out the words from the almost frozen air:

"Brother, why don't you go to sleep first."

"…what."

One step ahead of Su Mingan, Ryan, who was lying on the ground, chuckled lightly.

Lian seems to be in a very bad state, coughing up blood while talking.

Line-like blood threads slid down his chin, dripping onto the ground, and mixed with a large pool of blood on the ground.

"Look, Su Ming'an, even this cannon fodder can tell you're crazy, but you still think you're normal..."

"Boom!"

Ryan's eyes widened.

At the moment when the ending of his words fell, he received a blow from the opponent.

Blood spewed out of his mouth uncontrollably, Ryan was a little lost by the sudden blow, his eyes were almost stagnant and floated in the darkness, his fingers curled unconsciously.

"Su Ming'an - you've never finished!" he yelled, his voice unable to contain the pain.

Su Ming'an did not speak, his eyes were very heavy, and he kicked again.

Ryan tried his best to lean over and stretched out his hand, trying to wake up the defensive array he had arranged, but he was momentarily crushed by a great gravity and couldn't move.

He tried to block the opponent's blow like a hurricane, but the opponent just slammed his abdomen with one hand, and the sudden rupture of the wound made him almost unable to think in pain.

"You are asking me, is there an end to it?" Su Mingan unceremoniously dropped his fist.

His fists didn't hit anywhere, he specifically hit Ryan's delicate face. Even if the strength value was not high, it was far superior to the strength of ordinary Zhai Xingren. The heavy force on his fists slammed into his cheeks, and every punch fell. All blew out the blood in Ryan's mouth.

"—Then when you forced me to ask me my thoughts just now, did you ever ask yourself in your heart—are you finished?" Su Ming'an said in an extremely calm tone.

Contrary to his calm tone, it was his extremely strong attack. His fists fell like raindrops, and every blow seemed to have exhausted his whole body.

In the state of energy suppression, make a critical strike.

Even in the shadow state, it can make the other party feel incomparable pain, the pain of being substantially beaten.

"you…"

Ryan coughed up blood.

"You'd better pray that you don't run into me in every dungeon in the future." Su Mingan retracted his fist.

He reached out and picked up Ryan's collar, watching him cough up blood little by little.

"Remember?" Su Ming'an stared at his pale eyes, his voice as calm as dead water.

Lian spat out a mouthful of blood.

There was also the smell of cigarettes on his body, mixed in the disinfectant water, which was a bit choking.

When looking at Su Ming'an, his **** face showed an extremely fanatical, madman-like smile:

"...What." Ryan smiled: "You can still face your past in front of the world. Now, it seems that you are just trying to be brave, first player - look at your current appearance, It's the first time I've seen the first player look so angry... Ha, I'm honored, I unlocked the first player's angry appearance, I don't know what other people will think when they see this scene..."

"It doesn't matter, the moment I started beating you, I closed the live broadcast room." Su Mingan stared at him: "Occasionally, I don't live under the eyes of the world, what will I do, I don't know myself. "

"Because you're crazy like me," Ryan said.

Su Mingan stared at the other party's eyes.

Through Ryan's clear, mirror-like eyes, he could see his own shadow reflected in them.

The shadows are all stained with blood.

"Boom!"

With all his strength, he completely pressed the opponent into the wall and turned his head.

"Mo Yan, come here." Su Mingan said to Mo Yan, who was standing like a log, "Come here and kill him."

"…what."

Mo Yan finally recovered from his stupid state. Facing the bloody, manic-looking elder brother, he was so frightened at this time that he even pointed at himself: "Me?"

"Kill him and you will be a doctor." Su Ming'an said, "If you want to live safely to the end, just like me, become a doctor."

"..." Mo Yan swallowed.

He took out his precious sword from his backpack, raised the sword, and slashed at Ryan, who had no resistance on the ground.

"It's ridiculous, Su Ming'an... I'd rather believe this kind of guy than your fellow doctor." Lane spoke before Mo Yan came over.

His voice was very soft, like floating in the air.

His expression was covered under the black bangs, and only a blood-stained mouth was still moving slightly:

"Su Ming'an, you will definitely regret that you choose to hand over your doctor's identity to this kind of guy.

This kind of... an unknown origin, a dog-leg-like guy who only knows to hug your thighs.

You will definitely be deceived, you will definitely be betrayed.

You have chosen to kill all players except you, and teamed up with a group of NPCs to clear this level alone...

Su Ming'an, you who choose to hang out with a group of NPCs will definitely regret it - because I can see that you are already crazy, you are, you will not last until the last day.

And you, No. 3, don't really think that your big brother will always protect you.

Sooner or later, like me, you will die at the hands of your crazy big brother. Die at the hands of those you trust the most..."

"Sigh!"

Mo Yan swung his sword, and the long sword pierced Ryan's heart.

His hand wielding the sword is very stable, as if he has practiced thousands of times, and the piercing position is just right, without any deviation, like a natural assassin.

Lian leaned against the door wall and was stabbed through his chest.

His eyes slacken a little:

"...Mingming, I just want to tell you a story."

He said, his blood-stained eyelids closed little by little.

The darkness covered by the door fell on him, and he fell to the ground, gradually blending with the night.

Mo Yan retracted his sword.

The blood spattered in a large area. He wiped the blood on his face and resumed his smile: "Big brother, big brother, I just looked at the next room, but there was no sound. I don't know if there are any players alive..."

"You go back."

Mo Yan held the sword and turned around: "Then, eldest brother, you must rest well."

"it is good."

"I'm leaving."

"Let's go."

"Brother, you must believe me... I really have no bad intentions, I really feel bad for eldest brother."

Su Ming'an did not respond any more. He searched the rooms one by one. With the help of the light in the room, he quickly identified the people in the room.

The Npc students seemed to have fallen asleep. Even if he broke through the door, he was still sleeping soundly on the bed.

He didn't kill these npc students. These people are not a threat to him. They don't have as many careful thoughts as the players. If they keep it, at least the dungeon process can be kept normal.

There are seven people still alive on the second floor, there are six NPCs, and one surviving player.

The reason why he found out that this was a player was because when he violently opened the door, he saw that player was holding the quilt, his head sunk in the quilt, and he looked like a shrunken turtle.

Npcs sleep very hard, only players can't fall asleep in the middle of the night because of the san value.

He approached and was about to send out an invitation to the tower to count the number of people, but suddenly he heard this ostrich-like player muttering to himself:

"Let me go, let me go... Let me go... I'm tired of it, I'm so scared, I can't escape, really, don't come near me..."

"I send you an invitation." Su Ming'an said.

"Let me go...Don't come here...No, I don't want to play this game...I want to go home, Mom, Mom... Where are you Mom... Mom, why didn't you get selected... Mom, I miss you so much..."

That player didn't notice Su Mingan who broke into the door at all, and didn't even respond to his voice.

The player's head sank into the quilt, his back arched like a scalded shrimp.

In his words, panic, despair, and all kinds of negative emotions seemed to be accumulated in it, and the sense of despair was very obvious.

【(Tower Invitation) has been established. 】

As long as the other party does not clearly answer the rejection, the invitation will be established.

Su Mingan stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled the man up from the quilt, seeing a face full of tears.

This player opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept repeating the words in his mouth. The sound, just listening to it, had a kind of polluted irritability.

"No, no... I don't want to continue, I want to go back... Mom, where are you mom..."

Even when his hair was pulled up, he looked sluggish and indifferent, repeating broken sentences without even the meaning of struggle, like a marionette that only lost his soul.

...This player has been driven crazy.

In this night, by this desperate copy.

"Go back." Su Ming'an said, "I'll take you back. After you go back, remember to receive psychological treatment in time,"

The young player who had been unresponsive to the outside world turned his head at this moment, looking straight at him with a pair of godless eyes.

In the bloodshot eyes of the young man, at this moment, tears gradually appeared, and the tears blurred the bottom of his eyes into a ball, mixed with dripping water.

"mom, Mom, Mom…?"

The young man spoke up slightly, his eyes full of childlike ignorance.

Su Mingan was stunned.

The next moment, the young man broke free from his hand instantly, jumped up, stretched out his hands, and hugged him tightly for a moment.

The strength of the other party is great, like a lost child who finds support in an instant, like a chick returning to its nest.

Su Ming'an was alert and immediately pressed the opponent's head, wanting to activate the annihilation, but heard the young man's very light, feather-like, choked words:

"Mom...Mom, you finally came to me. I'm so scared, I'm so desperate...Mom, is the human race going to be destroyed? I don't want to go back, I can't go back, I still want to... earn points for human beings..."

Su Ming'an's hand trembled.

"You're crazy, go back," he said.

"No, no... Uncle Chen told me that the future depends on our group of people, I, I still have strength, I can still end, I can still... I can still live... Even if it is difficult, no matter how painful, I will …”

The youth cried out in pain, like a dehydrated fish caught in a net.

Just watching and listening, you can see the overwhelmed body, the screams that belong to the soul are shaking.

Su Ming'an's fingers gently pressed against his temple.

"Mom... Mom, won't you go back with me? I, I miss you so much..." The young man whimpered and shrugged his shoulders.

"I won't go back." Su Ming'an said: "It doesn't matter if you fail once, go and rest. After adjustment, you still have a chance to come again."

His fingertips, annihilation activated.

The young man who was sobbing, his voice gradually subsided.

His powerful embrace gradually lost its support.

Su Ming'an let go, and the young man fell on the white bed.

The young man's eyelids slowly closed, and he fell into the sheets, as if he had fallen asleep.

【Number of current invitations: 2 people】

(end of this chapter)

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