Full-Blown Eruption
The moment the gunshot rang out, the Ferryman Jingji dodged to the side of Pikachu, stabbing seven more times with his Dagger, blood splattering all over his face. Just as Pikachu roared, trying to smash his head with a punch, he had already jumped out of Pikachu's attack range, and then instinctively looked at Yimo.
Yes, just now!
But then gunshots rang out!
However, the Ferryman witnessed a completely unexpected scene.
Siba Jungler Hunting Rifle had fallen 5 meters away from him. The hand that was holding the Hunting Rifle was stained red with blood, and there was a small blood hole in the center, from which blood was gushing out.
Following the fingertips, drops fell one by one towards the ground.
Instead of looking in Cupid's direction, Siba Jungler stared intently at the culprit who had caused him injury!
"Why?" The tone was cold.
He was questioning the person who fired the shot!
That's the Ordinary Girl Village Chief!
At this moment, her face was even more gloomy than Yimo's, and her eyes were almost spitting fire. She held a small plastic-cased pistol in her hand. The transparent plastic revealed that the main components inside were probably metal.
This tiny handgun, which pierced through Yimo's palm, looks just like a toy!
Now.
If you look closely, you'll find that...
A string of characters flashed rapidly through the Left Eye pupil of the Ordinary Girl Village Chief, the lines resembling a sniper scope gradually fading away.
"You want to kill everyone?!"
"You actually went to shoot the Ferryman!!!"
"Hehe..."
"Incomprehensible, utterly unreasonable!"
The Ordinary Girl Village Chief looked terrifying, her breathing was heavy, and she put the transparent plastic-cased pistol into her pocket.
Seeing that Pikachu was on the verge of death, he said nothing more and left.
However, after walking a long way and almost disappearing from everyone's sight, he murmured to himself.
"It's unbelievable... because of you... I lost 1670 Points..."
"Heh... hehehe..."
"Siba Jungler..."
"Siba Jungler...!"
"This isn't over!!!"
The situation on the field was constantly changing, and Naughty Cat's face was completely covered in tears, and his voice was choked with sobs.
However, at this moment, no one would be in the mood to comfort her.
Dieyu's face was also somewhat pale, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes as she looked at Pikachu, which was gradually losing its life signs, and then at Yimo, who was looking down, letting the blood drip from her palm onto the ground, completely ignoring her wound.
Unable to resist, I walked towards him and said, "Siba Jungler..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yimo's cold, emotionless voice. "Stay away from me!"
Startled, Dieyu instinctively hunched her shoulders and pursed her lips.
She looked at him with a complicated expression, and finally sighed, saying, "Get some rest tonight."
Then, disregarding everyone else, he left.
As the Ordinary Girl Village Chief and Dieyu left one after another.
The Ferryman watched the direction the Ordinary Girl Village Chief had left, then helped Cthulhu, who was lying on the ground, to his feet and helped him leave as well.
The system just notified us that the trial has ended.
In other words, Pikachu is dead.
Ignoring the injury to her left hand and the Hunting Rifle lying on the ground, Yimo gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain, dragging her tired body, exhausted from a busy day, towards Pikachu step by step.
Drops of blood fell onto the ground, a shocking sight.
Yimo walked over to Pikachu, squatted down, and looked at her eyes, which had never closed until her death. Her gaze softened considerably. "In this Game, you were the only one who truly stood by my side from beginning to end."
"Feel sorry..."
"I couldn't... protect you..."
Yimo squatted down and used her uninjured left hand to stroke Pikachu's very round and chubby face, gently closing her wide-open, lifeless eyes.
Rumble—!
Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating Yimo's figure in a stark white light.
A torrential downpour began.
It kept hitting Yimo's body and Pikachu's corpse.
Blood and rainwater mingled together in one pool.
Just half a day ago, the two of them were foolishly transporting the bodies of people who had died two days earlier to the Back Mountain Cemetery for burial.
But at this moment, they are separated by life and death.
Tap tap tap... tap tap tap...
The rain kept pouring down on Yimo, making his body even colder, but it was nothing compared to the chill in his heart.
He couldn't even bury Pikachu as well.
They looked so helpless.
He was abandoned by everyone.
In this Game, no one is on his side anymore.
"Hey, Siba Jungler! This rain is too heavy!"
"You can't keep getting soaked like this!!!"
"Let's go, those bastards have betrayed us, there's nothing we can do!"
"I'm so angry! What cards did they all get?! Are they all Werewolf?!"
At this moment, the only one left was actually the one who had initially been the most Supreme One to Yimo.
He got soaked to the bone too, helped Yimo retrieve his Hunting Rifle, kept stomping his feet, and tried to put his hands on his head to shield himself from the rain.
But it was impossible to stop it!
He patiently and earnestly advised Yimo.
"Hey bro, here's your gun. You're a hunter, you can't do without a gun!"
Yimo turned her head and looked at Supreme One with a lifeless gaze. Then she picked up the Shovel not far away and actually returned to Pikachu's side. Holding the Shovel in one hand, she was about to dig a hole in the ground.
But on flat land, it's difficult to dig soil with just two hands Shovel, let alone with just one hand.
The Shovel fell over several times, Yimo always mechanically squatted down to pick it up again and continued digging the hole that hadn't been dug out much.
Unable to bear it any longer, Supreme One ran over, snatched the Shovel, shoveled the Hunting Rifle into Yimo's arms, and started digging a hole on the spot.
Then, looking at Pikachu's corpse, he said, "Oh dear, what did I do to deserve this?!"
"You fat woman, you insult me every day, look down on me, and in the end you still expect me to dig your own grave!"
"Hey!"
"Hurry up and finish it before you go back inside."
"Big brother, you have to hang in there!"
"I don't want to die. Nobody likes me, so I can only rely on you!"
Yimo watched Supreme One digging the hole, a hint of pity crossed her eyes, and she suddenly felt utterly powerless.
I looked up at the pitch-black sky.
In this Game... how many people can actually survive...?
"I will avenge you..."
"I swear in the name of Yimo!"
It doesn't matter who my girlfriend is anymore.
.
.
The Naughty Cat, its head still foggy, walked back to its thatched hut alone, almost bumping into the door in the process.
Once inside, he even collapsed to the ground, barely managed to get up, and sat down in a chair by the small table, his eyes filled with self-reproach.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Pikachu sister!"
"I really don't want to die!"
"Don't blame me!"
"I just... want to live!"
Overwhelmed by guilt, she felt utterly exhausted and just wanted to lie down and sleep.
But just as she got up to lie down on the bed, she was drawn to a paper crane on the table.
There wasn't this origami crane in her ∞ Room before.
The Naughty Cat instinctively picked it up and discovered that there were traces of writing on the folded part of the origami crane.
My hands trembled slightly as I slowly opened it.
Six elegant characters appeared before my eyes.
Tonight, kill Cthulhu.