Weird Talk Asylum Center

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There seemed to be something lying motionless in the grass blown by the wind, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a person.

He was doing his best to reduce his sense of existence, and even the sound of breathing was restrained as much as possible.

The obscure imprint slowly fluctuated on his body, gathering all his aura.

Niu Bold has been hiding in the place where he just came in for half an hour.

He was a little scared.

He has heard Yang Gao's name, and he has heard it many times.

This young man who single-handedly solved two or three strange talk incidents has long been famous.

Even if those incidents are not too dangerous, they are not something ordinary people can easily deal with.

But it was Yang Gao who was almost defeated by a little-known rich second generation.

This forced Niu Bold to re-examine his own strength.

It was pure luck that he made it to the first round.

The buddy who fought against him seemed to have eaten the scraps left by a certain fox in the back kitchen.

As a result, he was sent for gastric lavage, and he has not returned yet.

The farmer who was tricked into working in a big city didn't think he could meet those who survived a round of competition.

"I don't understand the rules that the mustache said, anyway, just hide."

Niu boldly muttered silently, desperately rubbing the rosary in his hand.

This thing was given by the boss of the organization who tricked him into attending the annual meeting.

"I don't know if it will work, God bless God bless you"

Niu boldly huddled into a ball, the cold feeling from the ground made him tremble uncontrollably.

But he dared not move.

"The battlefield begins to shrink"

There were bursts of cold mechanical sounds in the distance, followed by mist from nowhere.

Niu boldly looked behind him blankly.

More than a dozen figures in bright yellow uniforms slowly moved forward, their faces covered by gas masks.

A long-sounding siren sounded, and a flickering red light pierced through the mist carrying a trace of neurotoxin.

They brandished their weapons, yellow and black hatchets.

There are even power hammers and power crossbows painted in similar colors.

The tail flames lit up, and the weapons of different shapes began to tremble in unison.

A sense of oppression came.

"Kill or kill."

The cold electronic sound sounded again, but it seemed to come from the nether world.

Seeming to have discovered Niu Bold's existence, those people in bright yellow uniforms raised their heads abruptly.

The goggles glowed red at the same time, as if they had spotted a beast of prey.

"Mother"

Niu boldly wanted to get up and run away, but his legs didn't work at all.

Then go all out!

Fight a fart!

These big brothers are all 1.9 meters high, who the hell dare to go up and fight?

Niu Bold never imagined that those kind and good brothers who were originally jokingly called Rhubarb would suddenly become like this.

Silent, neat, powerful.

This legion-like momentum is daunting.

Not to mention the exoskeleton mysteries engraved with incantations on their bodies.

You can feel the deep despair just by looking at it.

Niu boldly wanted to shout, but suddenly realized that he didn't know what to shout.

Seeing those strong men getting closer, his thousands of words could only be merged into one sentence.

"Don't come here!!!"

-

"Hey, the overall strength of the Furnace Bolt has gone up to a new level."

Zhao Guangming raised his eyebrows with a complicated expression.

There are not a few geniuses in the governing bureau, but there are piles of powerful operators.

They have undergone all kinds of rigorous training, and most of them are fierce men from the barracks.

These good brothers are usually very kind and will happily entertain the guests who come to the annual meeting.

But they will also unconditionally obey the orders of their superiors and turn into invincible blades when necessary.

Aside from the individual, there is only the whole.

One glory and one glory.

A true life and death.

Because of this, the research direction of Furnace Bolt is also more inclined to strengthen the group ability, so that those who are not inspired enough to use ghost talk items for a long time can also have strong combat effectiveness.

Such as power hammers, such as exoskeletons.

The Corporate Repression Department is a parody of the Furnace Bolts, but it can never reach such heights.

They are the real "bolts", the last shackles between humans and monsters.

Of course, they don't mind giving newcomers a lesson when they have nothing to do.

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Pfft!

Pfft!

Gradually, some people suddenly appeared on the edge of the ring. They were players who had just been killed by the bolt of the furnace.

Judging from the terrified expressions of these people, they should be having nightmares tonight.

"Ah! Don't kill me!!"

The dark-skinned man fell to the ground, then ran away with a howl.

There were bursts of laughter from the audience, and they seemed to have never thought that they might be even more embarrassed if they were themselves.

"Well, that's what happens when you don't follow the rules."

Hu Xiaobei turned over in the popcorn bucket, muttering while eating.

She was still a little confused when she heard the rules, but she realized the cruelty of this competition when she actually saw the scene.

With the intervention of the governing bureau, the battlefield will only get smaller and smaller.

Players will be forced to kill each other until there is a final winner.

In order to win, they had to hunt for various items.

These items may be the secret rituals left by the governing bureau in advance, or they may be the strange talk equipment left by someone before in the siege.

It may even be part of the body of those weird things in the siege.

Unlike the current popular games, these items cannot directly improve the player's strength.

A considerable number of people died precisely on the things they picked up.

But in order to increase their strength, they had to test the characteristics and prices of the items again and again.

Anyway, the big deal is to be out, what if you get an artifact?

Most people think so.

"It's really a good calculus."

Hu Xiaobei narrowed his eyes and looked at Ma Yao who was sitting in the corner.

The latter was staring at the screen with bloodshot eyes, and kept recording something in the notebook in his hand.

Apparently, the Bureau is also using these players to collect items left behind in the siege while holding the competition.

There seems to be something unspeakable behind this secret ritual.

It's a pity that no one dared to be curious about this thing, and everyone obediently played the role of guinea pigs fighting each other.

Until the dead.

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The middle-aged man walked cautiously on the road with half a broken skull in his arms.

In the next second, the smile on his face froze into shock before it could bloom.

A big hand covered his mouth mercilessly, preventing him from making any sound.

He could only stare at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest and twist slowly, making the wound bloody.

"Damn, careless."

The man frowned, opened his mouth suddenly and tried to bite the palm.

As long as you break free, everything is negotiable.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, something cold was stuffed into his mouth.

After being hit hard in the stomach, the man swallowed subconsciously.

The metal ball went into his stomach.

"It's up to me to ask you."

Wang Jin wiped the flesh and bone on the dagger, and shook the remote control in his hand at the man.