Being a bug in a survival game

The seventh day of the copy.

Fatty was the first to get up early.

Because he had gained a lot from picking up collars yesterday, the fat man was full of energy after one night. Taking advantage of the time when Su Tingyu and Qin Qi had breakfast, he went out to see if the mass graves would be delivered today. Fresh and warm bodies.

"boom!"

"Gugu...Gugu..."

When the fat man was about to reach the mass grave, a gunshot suddenly came from the direction of the mass grave, startling several birds in the forest to flap their wings and fly high.

The fat man stopped and looked surprised: "Why are there gunshots?"

At this time, the fat man didn't have the guts to go directly to the mass grave. After thinking about it, he found a hidden high ground nearby. Looking down, he could just see part of the mass grave.

After lying down for a while, the fat man saw several vehicles that looked like large trucks parked on the dirt road at the edge of the mass grave. At the front was a black RV.

Those big trucks had the same symbols painted on them, and Fatty had seen them on the corpse trucks in the Underground Colosseum.

"These...are all people from the underground colosseum?"

The carriages of several large trucks were opened one after another, and soldiers wearing city defense uniforms jumped out of them. They had cold expressions. Each of them had a gun on his back and a sword hanging on his waist, looking menacing.

The door of the RV opened, and several people came out one after another. There was only one person that Fatty knew, and that was the host Smida who hosted the show every night, and Smida was vaguely headed by a middle-aged Mediterranean man.

"This... is broken, broken." The fat man didn't dare to stay any longer, so he quickly turned around and ran back towards the wooden house.

…

Next to the RV, Chris was leaning on a cane, his face gloomy.

"Sir, are the two escaped slaves who stole your treasure really hiding in this area?" Smida asked.

Smida's chief assistant glanced at his boss's face and replied aloud: "The incident happened the day before yesterday. Sir, I ordered the sealing of the Beast City and all the main thoroughfares outside the city. Only the guards at the west gate of the city received one. A piece of gold is the fee for leaving the city, instead of silver coins. Now I have found it in other places, but this is the only one left."

Chris watched groups of soldiers entering the mountain, feeling furious.

Those two lowly runaway slaves not only stole his keys, but also incited those lowly beasts to launch a riot... When they are caught, they must become a delicacy on his table.

…

"It's not good! It's not good..." Fatty didn't dare to stop along the way and ran directly back to the wooden house. "A bunch of soldiers with guns and swords came down from the mountain, and they seemed to be Chris and the people from the underground Colosseum. Smita is here."

Fatty had never seen Chris, but he remembered the black RV Qin Qi had mentioned. Most likely, Chris was among the people in it.

Hearing this, Su Tingyu ate the last bit of bread in his hand in a few moments, and stood up in a hurry: "I'll go take a look, fat man, keep an eye on Qin Qi and don't let him go out."

After Qin Qi's coma, Su Tingyu finally understood.

Qin Qi is so tolerant.

Unless he was exhausted, lost too much blood, fell into a coma, and even almost burned out his brain, just looking at the surface, it would be impossible to tell what kind of state he was in.

It's the last day now, and Su Tingyu doesn't want Qin Qi to make another mistake.

in addition.

(〝▼plate▼) Very meow!

This fairy endured the humiliation and burden in the underground Colosseum for five days. She was "bullied" by others and forced to perform on stage. She was also "bullied" by wild beasts and forced to play together.

Today is such a good day.

The sky is high and the clouds are light.

The weather is calm and sunny.

It’s a good time to settle accounts!