Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

Scarface Liu broke out in a cold sweat. He certainly didn't think that a dying man pulling out a lighter was just for laughs.

"Props? How is that possible? Only a few props were put out in the whole neighborhood, how could you possibly have them? Damn it!"

He didn't actively seek out supplies; he only wanted to take what others had for himself. He spent most of his free time spying on others. He learned about this from a message posted by that creepy-looking avatar in the group chat.

Several items with unknown effects were placed in the community; the exact number is unknown, but each one significantly increases one's survival rate. Who wouldn't be tempted by that?

Unfortunately, I was so unlucky as to run into one, and it was a dangerous offensive tool at that.

The eerie lighter emerged from Su Ming's palm. He opened the cap, and a crisp sound rang out. The strange green flame twisted and leaped like a rope.

With a whoosh...

The fire, like a rocket, tore towards the nearest scarred Liu.

"Don't come any closer!" Ignoring Scarface Liu's shouts, the flames surged up his arm and body, engulfing his dominant hand like exploding fireworks. "Ahhh..."

Screams rang out continuously. How could being burned by flames not hurt? But strangely, the fire only burned the area of ​​the arm and did not spread to other parts of the body.

"Let's go kill him! We can't leave this trouble behind!" Su Ming called to Wen Wan, and just as he was about to get up to do it, he suddenly felt a foreign object in his throat.

"Cough cough cough!" First came the feeling of something blocking his throat, followed by a suffocating sensation. "Ugh, cough cough..." Su Ming clutched his neck, veins bulging, his face contorted in pain.

"Su Ming!" Wen Wan glanced at Scarface, anxious as an ant. Seeing Su Ming like this, she couldn't care less about Scarface Liu. "Is this the side effect?"

She picked up a bottle of mineral water and gently patted his back: "Want to rinse it off with this?"

"Ah...hahaha...ah, it hurts!" Scarface Liu grinned maliciously. His right hand was already burned, but seeing Su Ming's condition, he still revealed a gleeful, wicked smile. "Damn it, you tried to act tough, now you've messed up...ahh! Hahaha, if I'm not having a good time, you won't be either, hahaha!"

"Shut up, you old geezer!" Wen Wan raised the supernatural lighter, confronting Scarface from afar.

Scarface's smile immediately faded, showing that he was still quite wary of this thing. This time it burned his arm, but if it burned his head next time, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Get out! Don't make me say it a second time!" Wen Wan's eyes were icy cold, as if she could devour someone at any moment.

"Don't think you're so great just because you have a prop. Don't give me a chance, and neither of you will die a good death!" Scarface wiped his throat and fled towards room 101, clutching his charred arm.

Scarface and his gang won't let us go. The important thing now is Su Ming.

Su Ming collapsed to the ground in agony, gasping for breath. He then laboriously reached out and gulped down water as if it were free: "Hah...cough..."

Not much water went in; most of it just dribbled out of the corners of my mouth.

Wen Wan couldn't bear it, so she steeled herself, raised her swan-like neck, and swallowed a mouthful of water, pressing her lips tightly against Su Ming's. The water made Su Ming feel a little better, but his stomach cramped. He pushed Wen Wan away and knelt on the ground, crying, "Yueyue..."

Ashes flowed with the water, and a clump of dark gray, viscous substance was spat onto the ground: "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

As fresh air rushed into his lungs, Su Ming felt as if he had finally come back to life. Tears and saliva smeared all over his face, and he looked just as disheveled.

"Su Ming!!!" Wen Wan cried, sitting down and hugging him without caring about her image. "You scared me to death! Waaah... Thank goodness you're alright... Waaah!"

Su Ming gave a bitter smile: "It's... nothing...!" His throat was still a little sore, and he couldn't speak properly. So Su Ming could only wipe his hands on his clothes, trying to use the cleanest spot to wipe the injured little beast in front of him.

"Take...the stuff...we...home!" Pointing to the scattered survival supplies on the ground, Su Ming didn't intend to stay any longer.

Every minute he stayed here increased the danger. He also had a mortal enemy across the street. Su Ming's eyes turned cold as he calculated, "I have to kill that Scarface!"

Wen Wan wiped away her tears with her sleeve, picked up more supplies, and protected Su Ming as he moved forward. Su Ming smiled, not bothering to argue with her at this moment; it was her gesture of goodwill, and he would accept it openly.

As for Scarface Liu, he doesn't have the ability to attack them in a short time. Those extensive burns are enough to give him trouble. And there's no medicine to be found here!

Pushing open the door to room 103, Su Ming ignored his filthy clothes and sprawled onto the bed. The side effects had mostly subsided by now. The main problem was the excruciating pain he had experienced after using it.

He had a premonition that the lighter could still be used continuously, but he estimated that he wouldn't be able to withstand the cost.

Wen Wan went to organize the supplies, and with nothing to do, he opened the chat group. Upon seeing a few messages, his body suddenly trembled.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The murderer in Unit 3 has suffered a major loss!!!"

When people in the group saw that it was the expert they had warned about before, they all asked questions:

"What did the big boss say?"

"Yeah, yeah, let's share the inside scoop with everyone!"

"Okay, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. From my spot, I can see right down to Unit 3. You guys have no idea what the battle was like back then—it was earth-shattering, the ground shook, it was absolutely terrifying!"

"Damn it, I've already taken my pants off, and you still want foreplay?"

"What's the rush upstairs? I just grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds; perfect for enjoying some melon seeds!"

"Hey bro, can I have a bite? I'm starving, I need some food!"

"Repeated words, disgusting!" The person eating sunflower seeds, upon seeing it was Chengdu Superman, immediately became furious, "Get lost, you dead gay!"

"Waaaaah... Brother's words are so hurtful!"

"Can you guys stop interrupting me? Are you out of your minds?!" the gossipmonger muttered, peeping through the window. "Let me tell you, the guy in Building 2 is a 3000. I really didn't think that couple could win at first."

"I never imagined that life would be so unpredictable; it was actually the murderer who was defeated. You know what..."

"Boss, please explain in detail! No, boss, please explain in more detail!"

"Really? A young guy can defeat that tough guy? I don't believe it!"

"Believe it or not, upstairs. We're all here in this godforsaken place, what's there to doubt? Please continue your statement, sir!!!"

"That couple had offensive weapons and chased the murderer away. They were incredibly lucky, oh my god." The gossipmonger looked melancholy as he ate.

He actually had them too, but they weren't offensive. But that didn't stop him from envying offensive cursed objects.

"Props? The one posted by that anonymous person is actually real? There really are props?" The one who said he didn't believe it stared at the panel, a greedy glint in his eyes.

The treasure belongs to the virtuous; if only I could seize it...

Upon seeing this, Su Ming frowned. How could this person have singled them out like this? The more people who knew this, the more trouble it would cause them. After thinking for a moment, Su Ming typed out a message.

"Scarface Liu's arm is already useless. I don't expect you to be grateful, just don't jump around in front of me, okay? Understand?"

"The item is with me. If you think you're lucky enough to live a long life, you can give it a try..."

"I wouldn't mind taking care of a few more... a few more deadbeats!!!"