Survivor Game: Start with a dump truck

Chapter 216 Dawn
No matter how much you tell them, it will be of no use. Instead, it will only make them more worried.

Although Cheng Mu felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to die, he still told Yun Qi and Xiao Green Tea that he was fine and it was just a common cold and fever.

Whether they believe it or not, anyway, he has nothing to do now, Cheng Mu is now focused on fighting the pain in his body, and there is no way to talk to them at all.

Cheng Mu now felt like he was burning inside and wanted to drink ice water.

But now he has to endure the torture of swallowing a razor blade every time he swallows his saliva.

He wanted to sleep very much and was very weak mentally, but the physical torture kept him awake all the time.

If possible, Cheng Mu wanted to punch himself to knock him out, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength now.

The pain all over his body became more severe, and during the night, his nose bled several more times.

But now Cheng Mu doesn't have the energy to take care of these things.

Blood flowed from his nose. He wanted to get some paper from the side, but found that it was difficult to even move his elbow joint slightly.

Just as Cheng Mu was about to touch his hand to the side, he felt a sharp pain, and his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger all began to cramp violently, like a chicken claw.

This pain is like there is a little person in your elbow joint, using a small saw to cut your bones, and you can't even touch him.

This feeling would basically come out whenever he moved the joints all over his body.

So when his nose started to bleed, Cheng Mu simply ignored it.

If there are too many lice, they won’t be itchy, so just shed them. They won’t die anyway.

During this period, Cheng Mu tried to make paralysis cigarettes countless times, but every time he endured it with perseverance.

If Yun Qi and Xiao Green Cha saw his current appearance, they would definitely not be able to hold back tears at first sight.

Cheng Mu's clothes and the corners of his mouth were stained with dark, dried blood, and the cracks on his upper and lower lips were frighteningly large. His face was as pale as if he had been dead for three days, and he was still sweating.

It's a pity that the two of them can't see this scene, and Cheng Mu doesn't want them to see it.

Although in his heart, he really wanted someone to take care of him, but his reason prevented him from doing such a thing.

In this way, Cheng Mu himself didn't know how long he stayed on the verge of collapse.

A ray of light suddenly came through the gap in the stone blocking the entrance of the cave.

Cheng Mu's first reaction when he saw the light was not that it was dawn, but that someone had found the cave entrance.

He burst out with great strength and reached out to touch the dragon blade that had been placed beside him.

If the person who comes is not Yun Qi or Xiao Green Tea, he will release the skill of Dragon Blade immediately.

The Dragon Blade skill can be released through the sea of ​​consciousness, and it is extremely powerful. This is why he did not choose firearms.

In his current state, let alone picking up a gun and aiming, he couldn't even pull the trigger, so holding the gun was just for nothing.

Fortunately, after waiting for a while, Cheng Mu discovered that it was just dawn outside.

He did not take away his hand holding the dragon blade. Although this position made him uncomfortable, taking his hand back would make him even more uncomfortable.

But now it's daybreak, it's already four or five o'clock anyway, and if we persist for a few more hours, we'll get over it.

Damn it, you can kill me if you can, but if you can't kill me, when I get out alive, I will definitely kill you, you stupid charlatan.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mu suddenly felt a sense of pride rising in his heart. Although his body did not move, it looked a little more upright.

.........

After another two or three hours, countless strands of light have shot in from the cracks in the stones.Cheng Mu looked at these lights, although he was so weak that he couldn't even lift a finger, but his heart was still full of hope.

Every muscle and bone in his body, including his internal organs, was feeling severe pain.

But his brain was extremely clear, so clear that he could not ignore every pain in his body.

This is not a virus, this is simply torture.

If it wasn't for the fact that Cheng Mu couldn't move because of the pain, he really wanted to take a gun to his head.

He would rather waste an opportunity to resurrect A than endure this kind of torture anymore.

.........

I don't know how much time passed, but every second was a torture for Cheng Mu.

He just hoped that time would pass faster. In his mind, it felt like more than 24 hours had passed, but in reality only one hour had passed.

He opened his eyes and looked at the time on the dashboard: 9.37.

There are more than two hours left, and the tobacco leaves in my hand are not used yet.

If you survive these two hours, it shouldn't be a big problem.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Cheng Mu felt a little itching on his chest.

Before he could react, the itching sensation spread from his chest to his whole body.

The combination of pain and itching can be said to make Cheng Mu want to die.

Soon, the itch became more intense than the pain.

But he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to scratch it.

Cheng Mu felt as if countless ants were crawling all over his body, biting his own flesh and blood as they crawled.

I grass your mother!

I thought the pain from my bone marrow was torture enough, but I didn't expect that now there was an itch that hit my soul.

Cheng Mu couldn't bear it anymore, and endured the pain that ordinary people couldn't bear, and grabbed his body frantically with both hands.

One side felt severe pain from both elbows, and the other side felt unbearable itching. Cheng Mu scratched a few times, and several blood marks appeared on his body, which looked very scary.

Cheng Mu wanted to stop what he was doing, but found that his hands seemed to be equipped with motors and couldn't stop.

In order not to let himself die from blood loss from scratching, Cheng Mu concentrated his attention and made a paralyzing cigarette in the sea of ​​consciousness.

With a flash of white light, a cigarette without a filter appeared in Cheng Mu's hand.

He forced his right hand with his left hand to put the cigarette into his mouth.

Then he did probably the hardest thing in his life before he turned the roller of the lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Looking at the roller lighter in front of him, Cheng Mu really wanted to slap himself twice.

You know how to be cool, use this piece of shit, if it were replaced with a push-type one, it would be so painful.

After the paralysis cigarette was lit, Cheng Mu took a deep breath. A puff of smoke entered his throat, and there was a pain like a knife.

This was not a problem with the smoke, but his throat. No matter what it came into contact with, even just breathing, he would have this cutting pain.

(End of this chapter)