Chapter 69: Only Ten People Left

Adele, with a big "1" on her head, almost cried. She smiled gratefully at Adrian and also raised the bow in her hand, taking a deep breath.

First arrow, missed the target.

Second arrow, missed the target.

Following this was a rapidly rising heart rate and pressure. Her hands were shaking more and more. Just at this moment, two arrows flew out from the side and shot toward the target.

Five rings.

Seven rings.

Charlie exhaled and high-fived Duncan.

"There are six spots left~"

Weishi sat in the spectator stands, resting her legs on the soldier beside her, and spoke, enjoying the chaos.

"Adele, don't be nervous."

Adrian spoke in a low voice behind her, afraid that speaking too loudly would disturb her. Suddenly, a thin man shot an arrow at the target.

Huge applause and laughter erupted throughout the venue; those people kept shouting "loser!", "loser!" in their mouths.

This inappropriate cheering made the man's body stiffen significantly.

He looked at his companion beside him, whose expression had long since changed, looking at him with fiery eyes, the light of survival in the bottom of his eyes almost overflowing.

"Sorry."

He widened his eyes, watching his target land on the 9-ring, and suddenly realized something.

"No... no."

His companion had a "9" on his head, and he himself was very likely a "9" as well. In order to help his companion seize the wrong answer, he shot the 9-ring without any deviation, but his companion had lied.

The thin man widened his eyes, an arrow piercing his chest. Screams rose one after another, and the thick smell of blood instantly spread.

"Oh~ how pitiful."

Weishi held the bow and arrow, her expression excited and playful, "The first unlucky one of the day has been produced."

Once this farce started, it instantly wrapped the crowd in suspicion and terror. Some people dared not trust others anymore, and some asked a few people and actually got different numbers, confused and not knowing who to believe.

"Pa—"

Four rings.

Another arrow. Tiffany's head was covered in fine sweat; she had obviously shot many arrows and finally seized it. She breathed a sigh of relief, and Duncan comforted her happily on the side.

Another surviving spot was seized. Adele was so anxious that her palms were sweating, and then she missed the target a few more times. Adrian immediately ran to the placement area to pick another arrow for her, his gaze toward her firm and gentle.

"You can do it, Adele, come on."

Although he was a straight man and not very good at encouraging people, words were useless at this time; he just... didn't want to disappoint Evelyn again.

Suppressing other emotions, the girl beside him finally let out an exclamation and looked at Adrian excitedly.

She hit it.

Nine rings.

She hugged the man happily. Adrian's body stiffened, a floral scent rushed to the tip of his nose, and his face instantly flushed as if filled with blood, his hands frozen in the air not knowing where to put them.

A few more unlucky ones won the prize. Weishi smiled and gave these people death, and by the way, looked to see if there were any models she liked; when she took them down to deal with them, she could scrape off their skin and change it onto her own face.

The game entered a stalemate. With a one-in-five probability, some people were hesitant, and some missed the target several times.

As time passed, the 3-ring was also taken. Oli stood in the corner, holding the bow and trembling, closing his eyes and shouting, "Cecily, give me a hand!!!"

"Pa—"

He hit the 8-ring. Bruce, who was standing on the side, cheered for him happily.

Turning his head, he was gloomy again; he hadn't hit it yet, so what was he happy about?

He raised his bow and arrow, his hands shaking a little, because there were only two spots left, and the 6-ring among them was his death number.

That is to say, he could only hit the 2-ring.

The difficulty was too great. He couldn't help but complain in despair, nervously biting his lips, but everything was as if it were teasing him; he hit the 6-ring.

It's over!!!

He broke into a cold sweat instantly, his whole body trembling as he knelt on the ground, but he didn't hear the inappropriate cheering.

Huh?

Huh?!!!

6-ring is not the death number!!!

Bruce, who reacted, jumped up excitedly, screeching and yelling. Oli left silently behind him, his gaze obscure.

The final 2-ring was also taken by someone. Following a scream, the entire venue erupted in a shocking scene.

The heads of those players who didn't get a spot exploded one by one in an unreasonable way, and the red-and-white mixed mist-like substances sprayed radially onto the faces and bodies of the people around them who were stunned.

The headless bodies even maintained the posture of clenching their fists, standing stiffly for half a second before falling softly to the ground.

The sounds rang out one after another, the frequency getting faster and faster, merging into a wet, bursting chorus. The scene completely lost control, only Weishi laughing, her crazy appearance almost squeezing cracks out of her mask before she restrained her expression.

"Brother Si Shi's performance that he didn't want, I'll take it."

Inside the venue, there was only the sound of blood dripping, the occasional rustle of corpses twitching and rubbing against the ground, and the broken sobbing and whimpering of the survivors suppressed to the extreme.

Daylight broke, and everyone returned to the streets of the city-state. Bruce staggered two steps with unstable footsteps and was caught by Adrian.

Of the thirty-person instance, only eleven remained. No one could say a word, and even those high-level players had extremely ugly expressions at this moment.

"Why... didn't that Evelyn participate in this event?"

Someone asked, and immediately someone answered.

"Yeah, why didn't she participate? Did she die?"

As soon as the words fell, that player was grabbed by the throat by a huge force. Before him was Adrian's distorted face. His eyeballs were almost popping out, but his voice was trembling.

"Shut your stinking mouth, trash."

"Alright, alright, are your ears bad?" Tiffany walked out to mediate.

"The system said at the beginning that the trigger range is the city-state center. Evelyn went to the countryside to see her good partner, so of course, she wasn't in the trigger range."

"It can be like that?"

Bruce muttered, suddenly a little envious of Evelyn. If he had known, he would have followed her.

"Wait—"

Adrian let go of that person's throat, his gaze suddenly fixed, and he stood up extremely slowly.

"Trigger range..."

He muttered, slowly frowning, "Trigger range..."

"Adrian, what are you trying to say?"

Duncan asked impatiently.

"That is to say, Mofangdu very likely also triggered a random event."

"That can't be."

Tiffany shook her head, "Two people or less will not constitute a random event."

"Then it's all clear."

He stood up and rushed toward the church, the people behind him caught off guard by his sudden movement.

"Adrian, where are you going?!!!"

Adele saw she couldn't stop him and could only lift her skirt to follow. Bruce looked at the backs of the crowd moving away and wailed.

"Can you guys show some respect for people with weak legs?"

Adrian's eyes became more and more firm as he ran, his heartbeat gradually rising, and his gaze becoming brighter and brighter. ===== CHAPTER 70 =====