My host is the thief six

Chapter 982 Save the world?nonexistent (35)

While they were talking, their companions who had already died unexpectedly came back to life!

Can you imagine the scene where your brother who you thought could be buried suddenly suddenly stood up and said hello to you? ?

People who are alive and people who should have been dead but resurrected look at each other.

The scene at that time was very embarrassing.

"I'm alive again?"

After staring at each other for a long time, the eyes of those who were originally dead began to widen.

Their hands kept groping themselves, and the pain seemed to still be felt, and they could even tell how they died.

But the magic is that they really resurrected!

Some people even pinched their own flesh with their hands and pinched themselves so that they felt that they were truly alive.

"Great! I'm alive again!"

"You... are you really black and red?" Beecher, who was an octopus, held a weapon on every tentacle, even his hands were no exception.

But at this moment, he looked at the black and unknown thing in front of him, and his expression was a little excited.

"What's the matter, Beecher, you brat, you just don't expect me, do you?"

The dark mass grew hands and feet, and quickly re-morphed into a human being.

His skin is dark, but he is a little taller than Beecher.

At this time, he was holding a machete, making a gesture to stab Beecher's tentacles.

"Wait, why are you the only ones resurrected? Why didn't the group of people we just died resurrect?"

Unlike Beecher's fight here, Jiang Cheng over there found a problem.

There was still blood splattered on his face, and combined with his serious expression, he looked a little gloomy and terrifying.

"Is there anyone who hasn't been resurrected?"

Shen Jikang also noticed this. He wiped off the blood on the long sword with a piece of cloth, put the long sword away, and walked towards them.

When passing by that black red, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"Yes, boss, there are still people who haven't been resurrected." The surviving people around dragged those who hadn't been resurrected in their own camp aside.

"This should be time-limited." Yu Sheng led Xingxi forward, and asked, "Doesn't it take time to return to the city and revive?"

Shen Jikang: "Go back to the city and resurrect?"

This is another word that I don't understand well.

"Ah, I see. Since it is said that this is a game space, and there are even game rules, does that mean that every time we die, we will return to the camp headquarters to be resurrected after a certain time?"

"It has an internal flavor, and the description feels very similar to those online games I played before?"

"Yeah, I just said that this process is a bit familiar..."

"There should be a limit on the number of times." Yu Sheng glanced at the speaker, she clicked on the tablet, and finally called up the black and red information.

A slew of personal information, even affiliation with race and where they came from.

And on the background board of this document, there is a bright red number, 2.

"what is this?"

"It doesn't seem like it was there before?"

After seeing this scene on Yu Sheng's tablet, many people took out their communication devices, found their own profile pages and opened them.

Bright red numbers appeared on the originally blank background board, some were three, but those who had died once all had two on them.

(End of this chapter)