In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win numbness

"Huh!"

Seeing this, the others took a few steps back tactically.

Su Mengmeng lowered her head in despair, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I have a bold idea, but I don't know if you dare, give it a try?" Wang Zi looked at Su Mengmeng and whispered.

Everyone: "What method????"

Wang Zi: "Have you ever heard of a word, broken arms to survive?"

Everyone: "!!!!!!" Brother, are you kidding me? !

The idea of ​​returnees really does not follow the usual path.

When Su Mengmeng heard this, her crying became more and more desperate:
"Although I'm just a young actor on the 28th line, I also have three gold dreams. If I become disabled, my acting career will be completely ruined. It's better to let me die in the game now!"

Bai Yu frowned:
"The method Wang Zi said is not impossible. After all, as long as we are immortal in the dungeon, all wounds and disabilities on our bodies will return to normal after the game is cleared.

As for whether all the levels can be cleared, I don't think you should give up until the last moment.Stopping the wound, however, is a big problem.Because what we buy are some conventional medicines. "

Bai Yu was actually more worried about the pain of the wound, whether Su Mengmeng could bear it.

"A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. If you try it, there is still hope. If you don't try it, there is no hope. However, it depends on you." Zheng Weijun also felt that what Wang Zi said made sense.

"If you pass the customs, can you really return to the original state?" After listening to everyone's comfort, Su Mengmeng sobbed a few times, then opened her mouth.

Bai Yu nodded: "Yes."

Su Mengmeng bit her lip, silently staring at Bai Yu's black face that hadn't returned to normal:
"Then let me try."

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After Bai Yu contributed the hemostatic and anti-inflammatory drugs he bought, he flashed into the archives room.

It was still difficult for her to convince herself to "witness" such a bloody scene.

It hurts to think about.

Zheng Weijun ordered people to draw the curtains in the office, and the flashlights in their hands lit up again.

Although Bai Yu was separated from the Taoist door, he felt that his muscles were tense in conditioned reflex.

It seemed that the person whose wrist was about to be cut off was himself.

After a muffled scream of "ah", there was a slight explosion of "bang", followed by Su Mengmeng's whimpering, suppressing the volume.

A few minutes later, the sobbing stopped, and Wei Xiaoyun came over and knocked on the door lightly:

"Susu, the operation is over, you can come out now."

Bai Yu walked out with lingering fear, and saw Su Mengmeng who was biting the gauze ball in her mouth, her face wrinkled into a ball of pain and passed out in pain.

There were fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

The severed limb on the right had been roughly wrapped with gauze at this moment, and there were some red blood stains seeping out.

The other half of the wrist with the code turned red and then exploded into scarlet minced meat.

Some blood stains and minced meat were splashed on everyone's faces and bodies.

There was a double sofa in the room, several people supported Su Mengmeng, and put her on the sofa.

Wang Zi looked at Su Mengmeng, frowned and complained:
"Shift! This game is really a dog! Knowing that players may think of using a broken arm to survive the explosion, I deliberately put the code on the hand that I am best at operating."

Bai Yu glanced at it, Wang Zi's code was different from everyone else's, it was on the left wrist.

Apparently, he is left-handed.

Looking at it this way, this game is indeed quite spicy.

"What shall we do next?"

Zhao Tianjin, who was the "chief knife" just now, was asking, while taking local materials and taking a tissue from the desk, and wiping the remaining blood on his blade.