Chapter 47 You, speak!

All the survivors were furious. They searched everywhere, trying to find any trace of the food thief. After searching for a while, they didn't see any trace of him.

This made many people laugh.

"I don't know if I can survive this time. If not, I'm afraid I'll be the first one to starve to death."

"This is real despair, right? Someone knew they couldn't get out, so they stole other people's food?"

"Actually, I'm not hungry. I have prepared a lot of compressed biscuits in my backpack, but this is my last meal."

……

Countless people were talking to themselves in the air, and it seemed as if they were speaking to the audience in the live broadcast room.

The blood-stained nurse went out, and it was a very easy thing to find humans in the copy.

She quickly found the target of her trip, a middle-aged man. When she saw him, he was wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

The temperature on the second day was already extremely hot, and his skin was a little loose. After only one day of copying, he was tortured beyond recognition.

He didn't find his meal, so he desperately ran towards the exit, panting as he trotted.

He was wearing a watch on his wrist, a special prop that he had purchased at a high price.

You can actively turn back the pointer to go back in time.

According to the seller, there is no upper limit to the time of backtracking. If he is strong and has a long blue bar, he can go back to the day before the copy was launched.

If you know where the future dungeons are in advance and avoid them immediately, you will never have to enter them again.

In other words, at the moment when you are about to die, you can turn back time to a time when everything was safe and sound.

The seller asked for a very high price, but he was rich and could afford it.

He just regretted buying it.
This item was indeed as the seller said, it could go back in time without an upper limit, but when he got the item and tried to use it, he found that after he had exhausted all his energy, time only went back one second.

He knew he was being tricked.

He obtained a tool that was invincible in the world, but there was no human in this world who could use this tool perfectly.

That's why it ended up in the hands of this unfortunate victim, him.

All he was thinking about now was whether he could have a chance to survive at the end of his life, after exhausting all his energy, blood and flesh.

If the time could be turned back for just one minute, he might be able to take the opportunity to escape from the evil spirit.

But this was just his own guess, because he knew that even if he used his life to go back, the time would not exceed five seconds.

If we could really go back one minute, this would be a magical tool.

Some people say that if you go back in time one second after being hurt, you can go back to the time before you were hurt.

He agreed with this point, but he had already fallen into the hands of the evil spirit, and it was just a matter of hitting him again if he couldn't kill him in one blow.

To the evil spirit, it's just a fun little thing that needs two hits.

He can’t sell his items and has no money to buy new copy props. This is his current situation.

He was still thinking about how to get out of the exit when he felt a chill on his back. Then a hand with sharp nails grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

Fear suddenly surged into his heart, his face turned red, and he had difficulty controlling his breathing.

In just a moment, he was picked up by that hand and twisted around. His 180-pound body was lifted up by the neck, with his feet off the ground.

He looked at the evil spirit in front of him, the centipede-like scars on his body, and the traces of stitches on his skin and flesh spreading from his face to his neck and inside his clothes.

He encountered an evil spirit!
There wasn't a single piece of intact skin on this evil spirit's body! It was all sewn up.

The information in his mind quickly burst out, and a piece of information quickly hit his brain. He had memorized the relevant information before, and now he directly recognized who this evil spirit was.

Blood-stained nurse!
When he thought about his fat being dug out and his body being sewn together with strange things, he had the urge to commit suicide immediately.

"Hey, I caught him!" The blood-stained nurse grabbed his neck and dragged him home like a dead pig. At this time, the audience in his live broadcast room sighed.
[Another one died.]

[I'm backing off, I'm going to look at someone else. 】

[Alas, no one can find this exit after it is closed. ]

【Return.】

……

The moment he was caught by the blood-stained nurse, the live broadcast room was instantly cleared. This was already the last minute, and everyone wanted to see who could escape and how they escaped.

The middle-aged fat man watched her dragging him home, and despair surged in his heart.

As soon as he had the thought of suicide, his body was imprisoned and he was unable to end his life.

Looking at the small building with its door closed, he closed his eyes.

You have already accepted death, haven't you?

In the end, I still felt a little unwilling that I didn’t have a full meal.

Who is so wicked! He stole the meal I prepared!

The middle-aged fat man closed his eyes and cursed in his heart in despair. He didn't even dare to open his eyes to see how tragically he would die.

He felt himself being dragged into the room and thrown into a corner.

A few minutes passed and he felt no pain in his body, nor did he feel his blood being drained or his limbs being separated.

He carefully opened his eyes a crack and secretly looked at the surrounding situation.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was stunned.

Because there were so many instant hot pots and other fast foods in front of him, he could also see his own luxurious lunch box.

The bloody butcher holding a meat saw squatted in front of him, looking at him coldly through the mask made of skulls.

"You, tell me, which of these things tastes better." Seeing that he opened his eyes, Xue Tu pushed countless fast foods in front of him.

"Ah?" The middle-aged fat man looked at the scene in front of him in some surprise. The environment of this room was also unusually clean, and the table and the ground were piled with human food.

He was already accustomed to copies covered in blood and dust, so this scene felt unfamiliar to him.

Escaped by yourself?

Is this bloody massacre someone playing cosplay?

Am I dead? Am I dreaming?
"Speak!" Xue Tu's gloomy voice sounded in front of him.

He was immediately startled and quickly picked up his instant hot pot, "This... this, this is delicious..."

He doesn't know whether other people's food is delicious, but he can guarantee that his food is definitely delicious because it is what he likes to eat.

Xue Tu gently took the thing from his hand and looked it up and down.

The middle-aged fat man was a little overwhelmed. He looked at the food on the ground in confusion. There were all kinds of food.

There are many quantities and various types.

He could see that most of the survivors prepared their 'last meal' here.

But, what the hell is this?!

The evil spirit eats human food and asks him which one tastes better?
So many fans! Did you raid all the survivors' nests?
He looked nervously at the two evil spirits in the room, only to see Xue Tu pick up his meal and put it on the table, then stared at him with narrowed eyes.

"What else?"

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