He saw the black color dried on the wooden board.

Some of them sprinkled on the surface of the wooden board, and some penetrated into the gaps, staining the dusty wooden board completely black.

He knew that all this black color was blood. Once upon a time, long ago, the warm blood of a mother was sprinkled on the wooden board.

There are still traces of a bloody circle on the ground, but those traces have almost been worn away.

In the wooden house in front of me, the large furniture that had been pushed aside was swaying here and there. The cold night wind poured in through the punctured wooden door. The oil lamp was still on the table, but the light inside had long been extinguished.

It was as if a long time ago suddenly intertwined here. He seemed to have just seen the sewing woman talking softly to her husband under the lamp, and the children gathered here like a small train group.

But in the blink of an eye, like an old photo suddenly fading, when he looked back, only ashes, silence, dilapidation and desolation were left here.

There was only one candy wrapped in a colorful plastic shell, lying in his pocket.

"..."

He returned to the tunnel and planned to go to the First Tribe.

Having been led by Feng Qiqi once before, he already knew how to take this road.

When passing by the red wall graffitied by Sibber when he was a child, he saw a brand new pattern.

Among the densely packed small characters, this pattern seems to have been newly painted. The color is very bright, and the handwriting is completely different from the words in Sibel's diary.

... This pattern was definitely not seen before when he passed by this wall.

It seemed like it had just appeared, specially prepared for him when he came back.

That is an oracle.

This is what Su Mingan has been looking for, the last oracle.

…

[My only believers, adventurers - I hope you can let them see the long-lost light and freedom in the sky. 】

…

This oracle has beautiful handwriting and new colors.

God Jiu, who gained some power of faith, gave his followers the last chance of life.

Su Mingan reached out and submitted.

…

[The Eighth World·The First Exile Conference of Malicious Persons]

"Shuashuashua——"

Dozens of teleportation white lights flashed past.

On the round platform in the sky, there was once again a large circle of people standing.

However, the number of people was obviously much smaller than at the beginning. There were only about forty people. Many positions were already vacant, and there was even a situation where a large circle was completely blank.

But even for the players who didn't die, the situation was not very good. Many people were injured, and some people couldn't even stand when they appeared, and just sat down on the platform. Loli player Bonnie even appeared.

She began to cry loudly. Her right arm was broken, and the fracture was completely black. She didn't know who had cut it.

After gathering, the live broadcast rooms of the forty-eight surviving players were divided into one. They were no longer divided into categories, but were gathered into one large live broadcast room, where all viewers could talk.

At this time, there are all kinds of barrages floating in this super large live broadcast room, like a world chat channel. Hundreds of pages of barrages are uploaded in one second, and only people who have adjusted the "Highlights Excerpts" function can

See clearly.

Functions such as "Essential Excerpts", "Blocked Ads", and "Blocked Words" are new functions in the live broadcast room. The world game seems to be constantly updated. Even the lace functions with various effects have popped up. Otherwise, they were left in the past.

, there will be an endless stream of irrelevant advertisements in the live broadcast room, such as cereals, marriage proposals, CP services, selling singing, selling tea, selling notebooks, selling PS, PR skills, etc...

All kinds of advertising elements are complete, and it can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming.

It has to be said that the emergence of the "blocking ads" function can be regarded as a kind of "progress of the times" in the live broadcast room, although this progress is still a bit sad in people's eyes.

…

[Damn, there are a lot of dead people here. A large area is already empty. 】

[As soon as the players gathered together, the situation became more intuitive. It felt like every one of them was struggling to survive, and almost all of them were injured...]

[This is only the fourth day, and more than half of the players have been killed or injured. These are the players at the top of the list who have almost never died in the previous dungeon. If it were us, the group would probably be wiped out early.]

[Won’t this last for less than fifteen days and all the big guys will die? The team will be wiped out? 】

[No, there is already a player on the Silver Star Ranking List who has collected twelve Silver Stars. Really awesome, *** he has been crushed all the way. 】

…

The audience was having a heated discussion, but the players did not pay attention to this suddenly unified live broadcast room. They immediately looked in the direction of the top ten players to see if the big players had made any mistakes.

The next moment, many people looked shocked.

They never expected... that the third position would actually be vacant.

Su Ming'an, Noel, Mizushima Kawakora, Beiwang and others were still standing there fine, but Edward, who was considered to have a high winning rate, was missing.

But before they had time to be surprised, their eyes were suddenly pulled over by a figure,

...It's not that they were not paying attention, but that the figure was too conspicuous.

A girl with loose blond hair and a pale white dress, who looks like a tulip in full bloom, is standing on a corner of the round platform. She has a beautiful face, elegant temperament, and a pair of big blue eyes that are as bright as the sea, making people look and feel.
Chapter completed!