The person Yutu most wanted to kill was Lian'er.
Lian'er's mind-reading ability posed the greatest danger to Yutu, she was terrifying.
She was also despicable!
Why did she have to wear such a pretty face and look at me with those eyes?
It was maddening!
Yutu closed his eyes and huddled in the corner of the wall. He was afraid that once he opened his eyes, Lian'er would see what he was thinking.
Mi Tang and Ban Bu Tian Xia had started fighting.
Wu Xiang and Xiong Tu had also begun fighting.
The scene became chaotic, and no one cared about Yutu, who seemed like a useless madman.
If it weren't for the additional virtual rule imposed by Yutu, Wu Xiang and Xiong Tu would have already finished off the irrelevant people and continued fighting.
However, at this moment, it was clear to them that this game was not just about simple killing.
They couldn't kill everyone, but they couldn't leave everyone alive either.
They needed to leave some people to deal with the final stage, a stage they had to control themselves.
So, Wu Xiang and Xiong Tu fought, they were the two "tigers" in the team.
And so, Yutu, who was not supposed to be the prophet, was left out.
Originally, Yutu didn't dare to look towards Lian'er, but when a gunshot rang out, Yutu saw an opportunity. Lian'er was actually fighting with Nangong Miaomiao!
Yutu saw that Lian'er was shot by Nangong Miaomiao's rifle, seemingly injuring her arm, and she hid behind a chair.
A bit of blood stained Lian'er's white dress.
The battle-damaged makeup!
So beautiful!
Yutu unconsciously licked his lips, then, his head became hot. Without thinking, he charged at Lian'er.
This beautiful woman, this woman who despised him, must die at his hands!
She would become his first kill in this divine cage space!
The thought of this made Yutu excited, and he didn't even want to use grenades or handguns for this ritual.
This kind of ritual must be done with a dagger, stabbing it into her neck with his own hands. That was the most satisfying!
Yutu rushed towards Lian'er, and Lian'er also looked at Yutu charging towards her.
Their gazes met, and Yutu was surprised to see a smile on her face!
What was she laughing about?
Was she laughing because she had seen through his prophet identity?
Or was she laughing at him, this disgusting garbage, this perverted fool?
Why the hell was she smiling?
What was she even laughing at?
Yutu immediately grabbed Lian'er in his arms and shifted her into a more comfortable position, making her lie down naturally.
Then, Yutu took out his dagger with his right hand and decisively stabbed it into Lian'er's neck.
Yutu held Lian'er tightly, forcefully twisting the dagger around.
"It's okay, it's okay. A little pain is normal. A beautiful woman like you should die by my hands, or else it would be such a waste!"
Fresh blood spurted out, staining Lian'er's white dress, and also stained Yutu's clothes.
The warm blood on his hands brought Yutu back to his senses, and the thick scent of blood made him want to vomit.
But now wasn't the time to vomit, there was still fighting to be done. Yutu remembered that Lian'er had a crossbow, which was also a good weapon!
Yutu began groping over Lian'er's body, impatiently shooing away Nangong Miaomiao, who came closer.
Yutu found it strange, the crossbow should have been around her waist, why couldn't he find it?
Time was tight, so Yutu started to undo Lian'er's clothes, wanting to see where it was.
Sure enough, the crossbow was at her waist.
However, when Yutu reached out to grab it, his hand passed right through the crossbow. It seemed the item was bound to her, and others couldn't use it.
He wasn't sure whether it was because the player died that it became unusable or if it had always been unusable.
Before he could think more, a furious shout startled Yutu.
It was Xiong Tu.
Yutu was a bit confused; wasn't killing normal in this game? Even though Xiong Tu and Lian'er had been quite affectionate, was it really necessary to be this emotional?
Also, who the hell was Xiao Ya?
Xiong Tu rushed towards him with an intimidating momentum, and Yutu hastily threw Lian'er's body toward him.
Yutu wasn't very strong, so he didn't throw it high, but Xiong Tu caught Lian'er and gently laid her body on the ground, adjusting her clothes before continuing to charge at Yutu.
Unfortunately, in the brief moment of catching and placing her down, Xiong Tu had missed his chance.
Just as Yutu was facing the threat of death, already preparing to take out his pistol and grenade for a final desperate fight, a wooden staff hit Xiong Tu in the back of the head.
Wu Xiang, after briefly pausing upon Xiong Tu jumping down from the second floor, immediately followed him closely.
Although they fought, Wu Xiang had the upper hand. However, Wu Xiang wasn't confident of a certain victory.
Life and death were in the balance, and too many variables existed.
At this moment, Xiong Tu had clearly lost his composure, and Wu Xiang naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, following closely and taking advantage of the moment to strike a lethal blow!
Xiong Tu, struck in the back of the head by Wu Xiang's staff, immediately collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from his seven orifices.
He should have died on the spot, but Xiong Tu still fought to stay conscious and began crawling toward Lian'er.
In Xiong Tu's vision, everything was bathed in blood, but he remembered Lian'er's location, and desperately wanted to hold her hand before dying.
In Xiong Tu's heart, Lian'er was Xiao Ya.
If he could hold Xiao Ya's hand before dying, it would be without regret.
Yutu looked at the crawling Xiong Tu in confusion. They had only met briefly, and even though Lian'er was a beauty, was Xiong Tu really that obsessed with her?
Yutu looked at Lian'er's body, but was startled!
As Lian'er died, the illusion on her body gradually faded, and by now, it had completely dissipated.
Yutu was truly disgusted:
What the hell, how could she be so ugly!
Illusions really deceive!
It wasn't that Lian'er was inherently ugly.
But a regular woman's corpse, no matter what, wouldn't look good!
Yutu saw Xiong Tu's hand reaching towards Lian'er's hand, but not wanting him to be deceived in his final moments, he glanced at Wu Xiang, who had no killing intent, and then walked over to Lian'er's body.
He adjusted Lian'er's hand a little.
In the end, Xiong Tu's hand fell limply on the spot where Lian'er's hand had been.
The timing was wrong, the space was right.
Yutu didn't know whether Xiong Tu felt like he was holding her hand in his final moments or not.
Yutu was satisfied as he watched the two hands, so close yet so far from each other.
Xiong Tu was a strong man, but in the end, Yutu had preserved his purity before death.
No need to thank me~
As Yutu was reflecting on this, the battle between Ban Bu Tian Xia and Mi Tang had also reached its conclusion.
He wasn't sure exactly how they fought, but eventually, the two of them appeared at the railing of the hallway.
Both were already exhausted, and it seemed Mi Tang had suffered quite a bit of injury, with a steel needle sticking into her neck, though she had somehow managed to survive this long.
Ban Bu Tian Xia was also covered in blood, his body riddled with cuts.
Yutu shook his head, unwilling to watch them suffer any further. He pulled out a grenade and threw it up.
"Boom!"
The grenade exploded, and the quality of the villa's railing wasn't great, so it was blown off.
Both Ban Bu Tian Xia and Mi Tang fell to the first floor, and there was no movement, so they must have died.
Wu Xiang, with his palms together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, as though repenting for these sins.
Yutu glanced at Wu Xiang and walked toward the wreckage to check if they were dead.
In the debris, Ban Bu Tian Xia had already passed away, dead beyond doubt.
Mi Tang still had a breath left.
Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling she could no longer see, her chest rising and falling weakly.
She had worked hard all her life, and it had finally ended here.
As a child, she practiced swordsmanship with her grandfather in the countryside for over ten years, believing herself to be quite skilled.
But when she arrived in the city, it turned out her skills couldn't compare to someone's diploma.
Sigh, what use is swordsmanship?
Until an accident brought her into this so-called Divine Cage space, where her skills finally had a place to be put to use.
Mi Tang used her exchange points to send money to her grandfather in the countryside, telling him she was doing well and that the skills he had taught her were useful!
At one point, she thought she would be the female lead of this space, really, she once dreamed of it.
But sadly, it turned out that she wasn't.
This was where it ended.
Grandfather, I'm going ahead!
If there's a next life, I don't want to learn swordsmanship anymore.
It's too hard, too tiring, and too useless.
Yutu looked at Mi Tang's chest, which had stopped rising and falling. He sighed and gently closed her eyes.
Looking at Ban Bu Tian Xia and Mi Tang lying in the wreckage, Yutu felt deeply emotional.
Both of them had thought the other was weak and that they could kill the other easily. But once they were locked in battle, they realized how strong the other was.
At that point, neither dared to let their guard down, because whoever did would die. Only by fighting to the death could they survive.
So, don't underestimate others. If possible, avoid fighting.
This game, you need to use your brain.
Yutu looked around:
Less than an hour remained in the countdown, and four people were left:
Wu Xiang, who was praying with his hands together, his lips forming a victorious smile.
The Banana Man, hiding behind a pillar, glancing at Nangong Miaomiao, then at Yutu.
Nangong Miaomiao, holding a rifle with only two bullets left, slightly leaning toward Yutu.
And Tie Zhu, covered in blood, with a thoughtful expression.
The game had to continue.