Excessive ferocity due to caution

Upon seeing that he could leave the room, Zhao Yi picked up his camera and walked straight out of the room.

The corridor is fairly spacious.

Potted plants are placed next to some doors.

Zhao Yi walked down the corridor, holding the still-bleeding Faceless Man by the collar in one hand.

The Faceless Man did not die.

Its body was entwined with Zhao Yi's soul weapon's special skill, "Plunderer." At the wounds on its limbs, many black tentacles grew and intertwined, slowly absorbing the faceless man's life force.

However, when Zhao Yi is uninjured, their absorption rate will be very slow.

Because danger could be encountered at any time, Zhao Yi decided to bring a health potion with him on the road.

After all, Zhao Yi couldn't afford to be too far away from the 'Raiders'.

When the distance between them exceeds 200 meters, the speed at which the raider heals Zhao Yi will be greatly reduced!

That's why Zhao Yi didn't mind carrying the faceless man whose limbs had been cut off.

Of course... this scene appeared quite differently to the viewers of the live stream...

...

See? I told you this guy had some psychological issues!

Damn... He has to drag a corpse while walking, that's really weird!

What deep-seated grudge could there be...?

It seems that after the Ghost School instance ended, my brother Zhao's illness is getting worse and worse.

He's so perverted! I love him so much! *sobs*

...

Throughout this floor, the sounds of billiard balls filled the air. Many players were locked in fierce battles with the Faceless Man in their rooms, and judging from the sounds, the entire hotel was filled with players, all experiencing almost the same thing.

Keep going.

The stairs are just ahead.

But after walking a few steps, Zhao Yi suddenly stopped.

He tilted his head, curiously focusing his gaze on a single thread in front of him.

Very fine filaments.

I don't know what material it's made of.

Almost invisible.

Unfortunately, it landed right in front of Zhao Yi's neck!

One more step forward, and this thread will cut off Zhao Yi's... head.

Moreover, there are many more of these fine threads along the corridor ahead.

Zhao Yi curiously reached out and touched it.

My finger fell off.

The sharpness of the filaments was beyond imagination.

"It's actually a soul weapon..."

Zhao Yi licked his dry lips, his eyes filled with excitement.

At the severed finger, blood, nerves, and bones slowly rebuild with the help of the life force.

At that very moment, a terrifyingly cold light suddenly shot out from the doorway on the right front!

Crossbow bolts!

Zhao Yi slightly turned his body, and the crossbow bolt hit his left arm. Almost instantly, a scalpel appeared in Zhao Yi's hand, its cold light flashing, and he severed his arm that had been hit by the crossbow bolt!

Blood splattered.

Zhao Yi didn't even frown, a strange smile playing on his lips as he stared at the beautiful woman by the right door.

The severed arm quickly rotted and emitted a foul stench due to the corrosive venom from the crossbow bolt!

Seeing Zhao Yi's decisiveness, the woman was clearly stunned.

Immediately afterwards, a murderous intent flashed in her cold eyes, and she fired several more crossbow bolts at Zhao Yi!

call out!

This time, Zhao Yi easily dodged it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the woman quickly fled towards the stairwell. Zhao Yi's scalpel transformed into a streak of light, striking the woman's leg!

However, this woman was no pushover either. With a muffled groan, she stumbled and fled downstairs!

Did she really escape?

No.

She just felt that Zhao Yi was difficult to deal with and didn't want to confront him directly.

If Zhao Yi were to chase after her in a fit of rage because of his injury, the silk threads along the way would instantly slice Zhao Yi's body into pieces of flesh!

For this reason, she even went so far as to deliberately get stabbed by Zhao Yi.

The goal was to make Zhao Yi believe that she was injured and that it would be easy for him to catch up with her.

But Zhao Yi had absolutely no intention of pursuing her.

After retrieving his soul weapon, Zhao Yi threw the faceless man into the dismemberment machine.

Immediately afterwards, to the shock and disbelief of all the viewers in the live stream... he stabbed himself more than a dozen times!

...

Holy crap! What kind of unparalleled martial arts is my brother Zhao practicing?

I...I don't understand! Is he having a relapse?

Oops... Isn't this self-harm tendency a bit too extreme?!

No! Look at his wounds... why are they healing so quickly?!

Holy crap! It really happened! The severed hand grew back?!

Zhao... Zhao Ganglang?

...

Zhao Yi's serious injuries were healed within two minutes.

Only then did he take the scalpel and cut away the deadly threads as he descended the stairs.

A group of players were gathered at the entrance of the hotel lobby.

In the middle is a female player lying on the ground, looking extremely weak.

She had an injury on the back of her leg, with unidentified black tentacles wrapped around the wound.

Zhao Yi slowly walked downstairs.

Seeing his blood-covered appearance, everyone couldn't help but take two steps back, their eyes filled with vigilance.

However, Zhao Yi seemed to have no interest in them whatsoever.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhao Yi approached the female player and squatted down.

He reached out and gently stroked the woman's cheek, as if he were caressing his lover.

His gaze was deep and sincere.

The players nearby exchanged bewildered glances, assuming that the woman was Zhao Yi's true love, given the incredibly infectious tenderness in his eyes.

I never imagined that in such a cold and cruel world... I could see such a heartwarming love!

"Brothers' Day... Holy crap?!"

"you……"

Just as a man was about to step forward to comfort Zhao Yi, he saw Zhao Yi pull out a bloodstained scalpel with a strange smile!

A bloodcurdling scream...

Zhao Yi severed the woman's two arms and one leg.

Then he grabbed the woman's only remaining leg, whistling happily, and walked out of the hotel.

in the sun,

A long trail of blood, stained with mud and dust, gradually faded into the distance.

Everyone stared at the thin figure bathed in light, cold sweat pouring down their backs...

...

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P.S.: If I don't finish writing 8000 words today, I'll eat shit!

Eat five tons!

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