Chapter 801: Footsteps

Fortunately, at this moment, they suddenly found that a green appeared on the edge of the charcoal fire in front of them.
"Quickly, just ahead, run!"
Several people were overjoyed and quickly exhausted their last energy to run towards the grass.
As soon as he ran out of the charcoal fire, the whole person could not help but collapse on the ground, breathless.
Tiredness and pain rushed up.
"The charcoal fire sprints Xu Fugui, Shao Zhentai... Five pass, Huang Rui fails. Let's proceed to the next..."
Before finishing, Xu Fugui and others felt that the scene before them had changed and appeared in a brand new place.
It's a dark room corridor, quiet around, there is no end in sight at the front, and it has been in darkness. The rooms on both sides of the corridor are also closed with doors, I do not know what kind of danger there will be.
And beside them, Huang Rui had stood there intact, lowering his head without saying a word.
But in those eyes looking at the ground, there was a trace of resentment.
He feels that this world is too unfair to him, everyone bullies him, so he wants revenge!
So he made a bomb and detonated it in a crowded place. This time, he wanted to retaliate against Xu Fugui.
"I'm not a waste, sooner or later you will beg me!" Huang Rui thought, clenching his teeth.
Jingle...
With this, a few bottles of recovery medicine fell in front of Xu Fugui and others.
"Before starting this round, treat the injury yourself."
Ye Chen's voice sounded.
Xu Fugui and others showed a look of panic on their faces.
Naturally, it is good to treat injuries, but they have experienced the kind of pain in the treatment of injuries. This is not the case even if the whole bone is drawn.
Although this time only the skin was injured, the treatment will certainly not be as painful as growing bones. But in the psychological shadow before them, they flinched.
"Why? I don't want to use it? In this case, I can satisfy your wishes and let you carry on the next round in the current state." Ye Chen's faint voice rang out from all around.
"Use, we use!" Xu Fugui and others immediately exclaimed and quickly stepped forward to pick up the medicine.
Then, just like taking poison, drink your teeth.
Suddenly, a feeling of itching and irritability surged from the wounds on the body.
Especially on the soles of their feet, it gives them a feeling that life is better than death.
Rolling one by one on the ground, hands scratching randomly in various places on the body, screaming loudly: "Ah, itchy is dead, itchy!"
Until the injury was completely recovered, several people were wearing a deep panic.
"The rules for this round are very simple. You must continue to follow the corridor you can see in front of you. If anyone looks back, they will face a punishment that is a hundred times more painful than the previous two rounds. If the last person is more than minutes and that person is the only one, then that person can pass."
The implication is that as long as it does not reach ten minutes, even if only one of them is left, that person cannot be considered a pass.
The rules sound very simple, but Xu Fugui and others couldn't help but shudder.
According to the methods of the previous two rounds of death judges, this round is really abnormal.
The more abnormal it is, the more problematic it is.
"Goodong..." Everyone swallowed a spit, feeling that the atmosphere around them had become strangely eerie.
Behind the chills.
"Let's start now." Ye Chen's voice rang in their ears.
Several of Xu Fugui's movements were stiff and took the first step carefully. It seems as if the front is likely to step on the air and turn into a deep abyss.
After discovering that there was no problem, they let out a slight sigh of relief, and then moved forward in the corridor at the speed of normal people walking.
His feet fluttered, his heart was emptied, and his eyes were always fixed on both sides of the door, fearing that one of them would suddenly open, and then some terrifying monster came out.
But the more you think about it, the more ghostly you are in your heart.
Slowly, everyone felt a little hairy behind him, as if the doors of the room had been opened, and there was only a ghostly ghost behind them.
Among them, Huang Rui is the least courageous. Although he graduated from college, he is also a school bully.
But I was afraid of these illusory ghosts. When I watched the live broadcast of the Death Magistrate once and knew that there were ghosts, this fear was even more serious.
Even if I close my eyes and wash my head, I worry about whether I will stand behind me.
At night, when playing computer and watching TV, you must lean against the wall behind, otherwise you always feel that there are eyes behind him staring at him.
Among these six people, the scare on his face was the strongest, and he couldn't help turning back several times.
But the thought of the death judge's warning can only be forced to endure.
However, at this time he suddenly discovered that the speed of the others had slowed down, one behind the other.
He vaguely felt something was wrong and also reduced his speed.
But no matter how lower it is, no one behind sees him in front of or next to him.
If the footsteps behind him were still there, they thought they were eaten by monsters.
Speaking of footsteps, Huang Rui suddenly froze, his face turned pale and difficult to look, and the hair on his back stood up.
I don't know if it is an illusion. He always feels that there is one less footstep among the five people behind him.
"One, two, three... four... five? Where has the five gone?" Huang Rui sweated forehead.
Quickly calm down and count again.
But several times in a row, there were only four footsteps.
His body grew colder and he couldn't help but tremble and asked to the back: "Later, what's behind, are they still there? After reporting the number, how do I feel one less."
"One less? Impossible, I'm here."
"Grumbling? Grumbling..."
"Boy, you are so timid."
...
Three people speak bird language, and two are Tianchao language. After hearing these sounds, Huang Rui felt slightly relieved.
I should have heard it wrong.
But thinking about it this way, Huang Rui found that there was one less footstep behind him.
It was obviously slightly lighter than before. Counting carefully, his throat was a little dry.
Three! That's right, there are only three footsteps left! ..
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