Transfer

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu bolted forward at almost the same time.

Not one person there was uninjured. Yu Xing had just hurt his arm, and Zhao Yijiu's hand showed stark white bone, but at least the two of them could still move.

Everyone else had been left shivering and stiff from their near-drowning in the river. Zhao Dongxue was even missing a layer of skin from her back.

Even so, they followed close behind, grabbing the bodies lying on the ground in groups of two or three and dragging with all their might.

An instant-death rule—there was actually a group instant-death rule!

Instant-death rules were always the highest-level rules in a deduction. Even attacks from "gods" could potentially be escaped, but once an instant-death rule appeared, everyone died equally, whether they were rookies or veterans.

As Yu Xing hauled the body nearest the river, he glanced toward the water. The Ye River had just swallowed one of its "offerings." Maybe it was his imagination, but he seemed to hear a "crunch, crunch" of chewing amid the river's roar.

The river had clearly risen since before. A wave rolled in, and the water reached Yu Xing's ankles.

Then the body in his hands began to tremble.

It shook and convulsed as if having a seizure. The corpse opened its mouth soundlessly, its eyes nearly bulging from their sockets, its face twisted in sheer terror.

Suddenly, Yu Xing felt resistance as he dragged it.

It was as if a hand in the water had grabbed the corpse by the ankle and was pulling it the opposite way. The force was beyond anything a human could match. Yu Xing stumbled as it yanked him, nearly tumbling into the river with the corpse.

Fortunately, he let go in time.

Splash.

The river roared