Be a boss in a survival game

Chapter 285 284 [Emperor Feng Jinyuan 11]

A large group of densely packed people suddenly appeared here, which shocked Feng Yiren.

And when I looked carefully, I realized that this large group of people didn't seem to be human at all. They... They were more like ancient people who should have died long ago in this ancient market
"Feng Yan, Feng Yan, look at that group of people, what is that? Are those people?"

Feng Yiren was stunned on the spot, this sudden scene directly crushed his eyeballs.

The player closest to that wave of ancients, Feng Yiren, watched with his own eyes the faces of the calm ancients army that suddenly changed when they touched the living players, and the faces of the dead suddenly surged with terrifying expressions. Their expressions seemed to tear the living player apart.

In fact, they do the same.

I saw the living player being torn apart by countless arms, and the power of those ancients was even more astonishing. With just one click, this living player could be torn to pieces!
Not only Feng Yiren saw it, but also many players who haven't found a place to live yet.

The boss of the opposite inn stared at this scene indifferently. Players who did not complete the rules forced their way in. A strange secretive smile appeared on the boss's face.

Xie Zhao and others on the second floor also saw it.

In the middle of the night, the sound outside was loud, how could it be possible not to notice the movement outside.

Song Man stared at the scene below. Based on her experience, she could quickly deduce the possible existence of this dungeon. "It seems that this time, the number of people may be quite a lot. It's just that these ancient residents are so hostile."

The five-star pinnacle dungeon should not be underestimated.

As soon as he appeared on the stage, it was indeed a big row.

I always feel that the number of people in this dungeon will definitely not be much lower.

The old lady stood at the door of the Manfu Inn and did not go out. There were still five guests outside the door who had not completed their tasks.

Feng Yiren stared at the lunatic-like ancient army that was getting closer, and cursed in a low voice.

Feng Yan immediately said: "Leave them alone, let's go in first."

After all, the three entered the inn at the same time.

The old lady didn't stop, she turned sideways to make way for them.

The three of Feng Yiren entered, and the old woman had a weird sneer on her face.

"boom!"

The door of the inn was closed, and everything was plunged into darkness.
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The second floor of the inn.

Xie Zhao looked through the window and looked at the huge army of ancients who looked like zombies, but more like ghosts.

The purple pupil opened, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the scene carefully.

A middle-aged man in the market seemed to feel something, and looked in Xie Zhao's direction.

purple pupils, purple pupils
The next second, Xie Zhao noticed something and looked directly at him.

The appearance of the middle-aged uncle caught Xie Zhao's eyes, and he looked familiar.

The uncle was busy looking for a place to live, and Xie Zhao's eyes fell back on the huge army of ancients.

Through this dense crowd, Xie Zhao saw everything that happened to them from them——

It was a big battle, from ancient times, soldiers broke into their homes, killed the people alive, fell to the ground with unwillingness and anger, blood donations splashed around the ancient times, and the hatred finally immersed in the ancient land.

Such a picture really surprised Xie Zhao.

She lowered her head and frowned tightly: "So these ancient people were killing with hostility?"

"Are they human?"

The answer to Xie Zhao is that they are not human, and they are not human.

It is this ancient grudge seeking revenge with hatred.
　Tomorrow it will hit [-], even though what I wrote is rubbish, I still want to give readers of this book a small benefit.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)