Chapter 84: No Money, Take What You Want

When the officials had left, the stallholder gradually returned.

  When Elon went to their place to buy groceries.

  One by one, they are on sale.

  There are even some people that just give Elon free, no money.

  "Thanks a lot, little brother."

  "If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't even know there was a demon around."

  Maybe that day, this watermelon spirit will eat them.

  Elon is not polite either.

  Since they have to give it away, it's a waste not to take it all.

  I went into the market empty-handed, but when I came out, my hands were full of bags.

  Big bags full of ingredients.

  Add it all up and it's worth at least five hundred dollars.

  And these are basically free to get.

  Elon was in a good mood and figured it wouldn't be long before the official side told him about the fire-setting ghosts and monsters.

  He came to the intersection, ready to hail a cab and head home.

  But this time.

  He suddenly felt the cell phone in his pocket, vibrating violently.

  Someone called themselves?

  Is it the government?

  He had only just left and was calling himself back with a message... that's just too efficient, isn't it?

  But not before he put his stuff down and took out his cell phone.

  A white light suddenly swept him away.

  Just a moment.

  Elon then appears in a barren desert.

  This instant.

  He's quiet.

  It wasn't any official calling himself at all, it was the horror game, again, coming to his door.

  "It's a bit anticlimactic."

  Elon muttered, "Just finished grocery shopping again ..."

  Looked around.

  I don't think I'll be able to keep this big pile of dishes for myself.

  Brush--

  Two more white lights landed on their side.

  Elon whipped his head around and saw two men.

  Here are the other two players.

  One is a handsome young man, the other is also a handsome young man.

  Looking all under 23 years old.

  Elon started by glancing at their numbers.

  [Designation: Weilian

  Physical Fitness: 20

  Strength: 18

  Speed: 7

  Spirit: 87]

  [Appellation: Wang Guan

  Physique: 24

  Strength: 20

  Speed: 7

  Spirit: 107

  Skill: Lightning Sword Technique]

  Both of them were not weak, and this Wang Bank who wore a yellow jacket and held an iron sword even had skills.

  Curious, Elon looks to the skill.

  [Lightning Sword Technique: Elementary Sword Technique, unleashing fierce sword strokes like lightning.]

  Very average swordsmanship.

  But to get the skill proves that the person is really strong.

  Wei Lian, who was wearing a gray jacket and had angled bangs, came back first.

  First he saw the desolation around him.

  The face was a little hard to see.

  Then he saw Elon, who had a big bag in his hand, and was instantly dumbfounded.

  It's not.

  You've come to the market?

  Wangan also looked at Elon.

  There was a flash of disdain in his eyes when he saw him carrying a large pile of groceries in his hand.

  "Hello guys."

  Elon was the first to greet, saying, "My name is Elon."

  As for their names, there's no point in even asking.

  "My name is Wei Lian."

  Wei Lian was more polite, and he even took the initiative to walk over to Elon and reach for Elon's bag.

  "This must be heavy, let me help you with it."

  "No need."

  Elon refuses. It's as good as nothing in his own hands.

  But Wei Lian's move was something that Elon quite liked.

  What an enthusiastic young man.

  "What is this place?" Next to him, Wang Bank spoke.

  There was a condescending coldness in his voice.

  It seems like a king on high.

  Elon glanced around and returned, "Maybe in the desert."

  Wei Lian looked at Wang Xiang and asked, "Friend, what is your name?"

  "Wang Bank."

  He said without emotion.

  Now learning everyone's names, Weilian asked Elon, "What are we going to do now?"

  This desert, at a glance, has no boundaries.

  I'm afraid I can't walk all day.

  And this time.

  The Horror Game's voice rang out.

  "Welcome, players, to the game of Armageddon."

  "Please survive here for seven days."

  "When the game ends, the more players that survive, the higher the reward."

  The sound of the game then faded.

  For once, Horror Games went so far as to personally spell out that the number of survivors was tied to rewards.

  It used to be used as a hidden quest.

  This time, I'm afraid it's going to be different from all the others.

  Straight from the booth.

  The audience turned pale when they heard the name of the game.

  "I can't believe the end is near!"

  "The game of keep!"

  "No way, last time thirty people together couldn't hold it, how are they going to play with three of them?"

  The game, Doomsday Approaches, is pretty well known in the forums.

  Because the gameplay is different.

  This is a game of guarding the city.

  Inside these seven days, each day may trigger a monster attack.

  The probability of this happening increases as the days go on.

  And the intensity of the monsters increases.

  It's safe to say.

  So far.

  No one has yet to actually hold the city for seven days.

  The one that was the most was only five days!

  "These three people, why are their faces so black, that they have encountered this game."

  "What's even more outrageous is that there seems to be a major problem with their birthplace as well."

  "They were the first to be born in the desert!"

  Haven't seen a player born in the desert in the past.

  This place.

  It looked like it was a long way from the city.

  "These three people are really the unluckiest of the unlucky."

  Rumble--

  While Elon was still pondering, the ground here suddenly shook violently.

  Elon's mini-map opened up instantly.

  At a glance.

  Around himself, dense red dots.

  Is it the enemy?

  But looking around, it was clear that there was nothing.

  Where?

  Psst!

  A rotting claw, violently breaking out of the ground.

  Underground!

  One sandbag bubbled up, followed by the monster, which crawled out of the sand.

  These monsters look a lot like centipedes.

  But they are so much bigger, than centipedes.

  It was even thicker than a human thigh.

  As soon as these centipedes appeared, they were densely packed and covered the entire desert.

  "My day!"

  The live feed blew right out of the water.

  So much!

  "You mamma pinch, I'm most afraid of centipedes, there are so many of them!"

  Everyone felt goosebumps crawling on their bodies.

  There are some timid ones.

  It's more of a straight-up shocker.

  How can we fight with so many?

  I'm afraid that in an instant, I'll be eaten by these centipedes without even a crumb left, right?

  "You guys get outta here."

  Wei Lian hurriedly stepped in front, leaving Elon with a backdrop.

  Then said, "I'll take the rear."

  Elon silently puts down the bag, and then pulls out his bladeless sword.

  Go?

  These centipedes, there might be hidden rewards for killing them all.

  Only fools go.

  When he saw Elon take out his longsword, Wang Bank's eyes narrowed.

  He uses a sword too?

  So how's his technique?

  Holding an iron sword and clasping his hands to his chest, Wang Xiang decided to keep his hands off for the time being.

  Let's see how Elon's swordsmanship is.

  Elon takes the no-frills and heads for the top.

  Against these centipedes with less than 8 body strength.

  Elon doesn't need to perform any sword moves at all, just a few blind slashes and he's done.

  And so.

  He used No-Front as a wooden stick, one centipede per stick.

  Wang Bank took it all in stride.

  "That's it?"

  A look of disdain.