After I was forced to be a survival game NPC

Chapter 475 Sand City (17)

"." Su Nanzhi stood there for a long time.

Which six did it? ! !

She went out to do a task, and the tire was stolen when she came back, talking about the importance of a large space.

Su Nanzhi took a deep breath to calm down.

The person who stole the tire saw the fuel tank and knew that the car could not be driven, so he directly removed the tire with the idea of ​​destroying it if he could not get it.

well.

For the next road, she has to rely on the most primitive way to go on, otherwise she will go to the black and eat the black, the key is where to go to the black and eat the black?

At the end of the day, she didn't even see half a person!
No choice but to go on first.

The fifth day of the game, early morning.

Su Nanzhi was forced to give up his motorcycle and return to the way of driving on his legs.

In fact, the remaining gasoline will not drive very far. Even if the tires are not stolen, you will still have to walk after half a day.

I gave myself a long time of psychological construction, and I just want to say-it's best not to let her know who did it.

The rising sun dyes the clouds red, and the vast and desolate sandy land is connected with the gorgeous rays of the sky.

The temperature rises rapidly.

Beside the dry river, inside the house.

The light fell through the windows sealed by rusted iron bars and fell into the dark, closed basement, and the dry dust floated in the golden light.

The window is extremely narrow, even if it is not sealed, it cannot accommodate an adult to pass through.

The monotonous sound of sharpening the knife was extremely frightening in the early morning.

The people locked in the iron cage looked at the man's skillful movements in horror. The corpse hanging on the iron hook was emaciated, and it was still a weak and large living person yesterday.

This was one of the earlier ones caught by the homeowner.

The rest had been tortured so delirious and so weak that even if the doors were opened to let them go, they would not be able to get out.

The floor under the iron table was much darker than other places, and there were still blood spots on the table.

The player sits in the corner and feels panicked. The anesthesia injection given to him by the owner of the house has passed, but the injury on his foot has deteriorated, and he has been locked in an iron cage and starved for a day. Even if he can escape, he will be arrested return.

Thanks to the injury on his foot, in order to prevent them from escaping, the others had their legs broken.

He glanced up at the window, hoped for a quick recovery from his injury, and fled the house.

The owner of the house complained that the people raised in captivity had lost weight again. When discussing which person to slaughter and what to cook for dinner, the family atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious, just like a very ordinary family, but the things they did were creepy.

From nauseous regurgitation to fear of the owner's family being perverted.

Yesterday, someone couldn't bear it, and was so frightened that he lost control on the spot, crying and admitting his mistake and begging for mercy.

When normal people see a slaughter-style autopsy, they will feel uncomfortable both mentally and physically, and when they think about their own fate, the discomfort will turn into fear and despair.

Those who begged for mercy received only ridicule and indifference, and the owner's family didn't treat them as human beings at all.

The women in the team were taken out alone, and the hostess tied them into the son's room with iron chains.

"As long as you can pass on the family line to our family, we will treat you well in the future."

The middle-aged woman had a bit of disgust and contempt on her face, "For an unclean woman like you, it's good that our family can accept you."

Everyone was frightened and stupid, watching the blood under the iron table spread on the floor, listening to the miserable cries for help from above in fear, no one cared about the matters above, the woman's husband lowered his head and trembled in pain.

Maybe they will be the next to die.

This feeling of dread reached its peak in the evening.

(End of this chapter)