kvmb Chapter 254 Blood is flowing...
Chapter 254 Blood is flowing...
Chapter 254, Blood is flowing...
After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he and his teammates launched a fierce counterattack.
The four players, led by Lin Yuan, began to display various cards, with lights of various colors flashing in the air or on the ground.
Defense, attack, stagnation, shielding, confusion and control, or temporary recovery...
It was also accompanied by the alternation of firearms and cold weapons.
In this overwhelming attack led by the monsters, they actually gained the upper hand, pushing the monsters back somewhat and beginning to move towards the doorway.
Qi Min held the pistol in his hand, which hadn't fired a single bullet, and watched enviously as they performed their various maneuvers.
This is the height he has always longed to reach: formidable strength and abundant cards, enabling him to calmly and skillfully resolve any predicament he faces.
No longer need to worry about your life disappearing at any moment.
No more struggling to escape due to severe injuries; the thought of it is wonderful.
Qi Min, holding a long knife and having put away the pistol Lin Yuan had given him, mingled among them, occasionally dodging or slashing at the monsters that were rushing towards him.
He was never quite good at aiming against firearms, so there was no need to waste bullets that required points.
As the cards fluttered and various colors flashed, a red card with specks of black was silently affixed to Qi Min's back.
A chill ran through him, and Qi Min couldn't help but shiver. His hand, which was holding the long sword, trembled, causing the sword, which was about to strike the monster, to fall to the ground.
Fortunately, the monster's target wasn't him, but the player with the smaller face next to him.
"Holy crap! I almost got bitten!"
Players with smaller faces sensed a dark shadow approaching and quickly dodged.
He had been positioned to the side, and no monsters had attacked him until one suddenly darted out, almost startling him so much that he shot at the wrong target.
Qi Min glanced at him but didn't say anything, continuing to mingle with him, occasionally slashing at the monsters that pounced at him.
But it's strange, ever since he and that player named Lin Yuan came out of their hiding place and joined the battlefield...
He didn't seem to have been attacked by these monsters much.
I initially thought that these players were too aggressive and their defenses were too strong.
But after spending some time in the group, Qi Min felt something was off.
These monsters don't seem to have really targeted him.
Every time they attacked, it seemed like they were aiming at the player next to him.
Strange, really strange.
Could it be that his luck of getting lost from time to time has returned?
Or perhaps he was too weak, and these monsters weren't interested in him?
Just as Qi Min was pondering with some doubt, a dark figure that was about to pounce on the player next to him suddenly stopped and slowly turned its gaze to him.
Meanwhile, Qi Min, who was still paddling, was completely unaware of the situation. He was secretly wondering if he could escape from here, and whether he would be troubled or framed by this group of people.
"Whoosh! Ugh!"
A rapid whooshing sound rang out, and Qi Min, who was focused on the direction to his left, was caught off guard when something light white wrapped around his neck.
The immense contraction force made Qi Min feel suffocated instantly, and his hand involuntarily dropped the long knife and grabbed at his own neck.
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Qi Min couldn't remember what it felt like when he first got it; he only remembered that he used his fingers to tightly grasp the thing wrapped around his neck.
They used all their strength, trying to create even the slightest crack to gain a glimmer of hope.
However, the intense feeling of suffocation quickly caused him to lose sight of what was happening in front of him.
He only remembers feeling dizzy and collapsing to the ground after losing oxygen.
When he woke up again, he was the only one left in the room with some remaining monsters.
The monsters roamed around him, all ignoring him.
It was as if there were no human players in this room, but all of them were their own kind.
When Qi Min sat up, clutching his neck, he realized that his entire body was covered in blood.
My clothes, pants, and even my shoes all bore signs of being chewed, though these signs seemed to be merely superficial on the surface of the clothes.
Although he had bloodstains on his body, he miraculously had no wounds.
Qi Min carefully examined himself beneath the space where these monsters roamed.
No matter how he examined him, apart from the clothes on his body, there really were no wounds on his skin!
Looking at the monsters still roaming around him, Qi Min felt as if he were in an extremely unreal space.
Why are these monsters ignoring him?
His clothes were all ruined, but there wasn't a single wound on them. How could this be?
Qi Min staggered to his feet and tentatively began to walk around, without attracting the attention of any of the monsters.
As he moved around, he also discovered something.
The player named Lin Yuan, it seems that his two male companions in his team died here.
Qi Min picked up a severed limb from the ground and stared blankly at the two heads being used as chew toys not far away.
However, a few seconds later, when Qi Min's brain came to its senses, he felt a sudden surge of intense discomfort in his stomach and immediately began to bend over and vomit.
"Ugh...cough cough...ugh cough...cough cough..."
Qi Min coughed uncontrollably, his face contorted in discomfort, but no matter how much he vomited, he only managed to expel some blackish-gray liquid that looked sticky and disgusting.
'What on earth happened?!'
'I was attacked, I might be dead, but now I'm alive?'
'Those four people were so powerful, how come they couldn't break through?'
'And what exactly is going on with me now?!'
'How could I have vomited something so disgusting?!'
"Ugh...cough cough...cough huff...huff..."
Qi Min, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, leaned on the floor, breathing heavily with discomfort.
The shattered fragments on the ground pressed against his palm, quickly cutting a gash in his human skin.
Blood is flowing out...
Qi Min was somewhat dazed, staring blankly at the liquid spreading from under his palm.
His blood was gray??
Qi Min stared at his hand in disbelief, then trembled as he extended his other intact fingertip and forcefully pressed on the wound.
A gray substance, like blood, flowed from there, spreading across his entire palm; there was more gray liquid.
Qi Min began to panic. Looking up at the monsters around him, he stood up somewhat bewildered and began searching around.
He wanted to find a piece of intact glass or a vessel that could reflect his current appearance.
His blood was the same color as the monsters that were killed here!
Has he turned into a monster?
But how did he become like this?