[Bingjiu fell into a severe paralysis state, with a mortality rate of 65%]

Seeing this line of words, Shi Xiao's eyes turned black and his brain was starved of oxygen. He took a deep breath and realized that he had been holding his breath just now. It was like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing in his head.

He opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was very dry and his voice was hoarse.

"The mortality rate is still 65%... Bingjiu will definitely die, right?"

"Um."

Bai Xiao said: "Bingjiu can survive the negative state of ‌‌‌. I infer that he has a 35% chance of being able to survive this time, ‌ given that the Corpse Flying Fox King is still in a sealed state.

, don’t interfere with Bingjiu.”

"I'm sure I won't interfere!"

Shi Xiao seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw: "The first project of the second attraction has already started. It is impossible for the corpse-turned-Flying Fox King to unblock it. Bingjiu still has the ghost infant's remnant soul. No matter what, he should

You can’t die, as long as you endure this wave of negative reactions, Bingjiu will definitely survive——”

"Woo--!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the roar of the corpse-turned-Flying Fox King suddenly came from the live broadcast screen. A black shadow flew out of the thick fog and fell hard into the stream. The blood suddenly dyed the surrounding water red.

It’s Bingjiu!

The situation was reversed in an instant. Human beings could react. The roar of the corpse-turned-Flying Fox King was extremely loud and harsh. It was completely different from the weak cry. The thick fog was dispersed by it, revealing the terrifying huge figure.

The monster - it is shedding its skin. The hard skin that was originally torn to pieces falls off, and harder bones grow out of its flesh and blood.

The corpse-turned-Flying Fox King has been released! How could something happen at this time?

"I ‌‌ marked ‌, Bingjiu is very unlucky."

Bai Xiao said calmly: "For tour guides, luck is very important."

In his words, he crossed out the 65% mortality rate of ‌‌ and changed it to 95%.

95%, almost no different from dead people.

Shi Xiao's mind went blank, and he watched helplessly as the unsealed corpse-turned-Flying Fox King roared, went crazy, tore apart the couple's tree like crazy, and then walked away viciously. Bingjiu.

But Bingjiu was still lying in the stream, motionless, as if he was dead.

"Get up quickly, stand up quickly!"

The audience was extremely anxious, both in the barrage and in the virtual hall.

"Get up, fuck, you're going to die!"

"Stand up, Bingjiu, get up quickly!"

They couldn't accept that Bingjiu, who was fighting like a warrior just now, died like this!

What's more, if the tour guide dies, all the passengers on the trip will basically be doomed. If someone tells them the new project information, the group without the tour guide will eventually leave and be wiped out!

"Stand up, Bingjiu, stand up quickly!"

No matter how loud and crazy they shouted, Bing Jiu in Drunk Beauty Xiangxi couldn't hear them. When he saw the corpse flying fox king crawling to Bing Jiu's side, the terrifying huge sickle-like limbs lifted him up

At that moment, countless people could not bear to leave the live broadcast room. Many people closed their eyes, and even Heizi, who had been provoking ‌, shut his mouth.

To commemorate the death of the tour guide, and to mourn the demise of the brigade.

Some sentimental people even shed tears. Even though they have reached this point in the beautiful Xiangxi, members of the Communist Party of China are still alive, but they are ruined here. Who can accept this? No one can accept it!

Shi Xiao was trembling all over. His eyes were fixed on the live broadcast screen, motionless. He didn't believe that Bingjiu would die until the last seconds, when Bingjiu actually died!

Isn't there still a 5% possibility? Bingjiu is not certain of death, and there may be a chance for a better future. But when the corpse turns into the flying fox king's sickle and picks up Bingjiu with his limbs, Shi Xiao's heart is filled with despair.

"It's over, it's over."

It's over, Bingjiu is over, the brigade is over, his brother is over.

It’s over, there’s no way to do it, Bingjiu is already dead——

"Huh?"

At this moment, Bai Xiao suddenly made a startled sound. He quickly connected dots in the void and brought up the screen. The screen showed the few seconds when the corpse-turned-Flying Fox King picked up Bingjiu.

Adjust the speed to 0.5 and play repeatedly.

His action instantly caught Shi Xiao's attention. His heart was beating wildly. He wanted to ask something, but he didn't dare to speak. He held his breath and Shi Xiao stared at Bai Xiao's face to see his expression.

From doubt to surprise, and finally to enlightenment.

Pointing his finger, the screen stopped at the action of the Corpse Flying Fox King provoking Bingjiu. The screen was enlarged to the maximum, and the speed was adjusted to the lowest. Bingjiu's drooping arm could be vaguely seen scratching the Corpse Flying Fox King's sickle arm.

, there seemed to be something golden between his fingers.

That thing was so bright that even if it was enlarged to the maximum, it could only be seen with a golden light. Bai Xiao took out a magnifying glass and scanned the screen, and there was a line in front of his eyes. He was the only one.

words that can only be seen.

[Hey, it has been determined that the target item is 56% similar to insect mouthparts, 40% similar to needle props, and 4% to other items]

[Preliminary estimates are that the probability of having basic blood-sucking functions is 95%, the probability of having concealment and analgesic special functions is 50%, the probability of having rare life-transforming functions is 3%, and the probability of having both functions is 0.001%.

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[Drafted remarks: Who pays attention to blood-sucking mosquitoes, buzzing]

The live broadcast seemed to be still. The corpse-turned-flying fox king that was about to tear Bingjiu apart suddenly stopped moving. It seemed a little dazed, and its sickle-like limbs were folded around its body. Bingjiu just hung on the tip of its sickle.

, swaying around, the corpse transformed into the Flying Fox King, but it seemed as if he saw it.

It seems that Bingjiu is a mosquito that landed on its limbs.

Even if the mosquitoes are quietly robbing its life, the corpse-turned-flying-fox-king is just as oblivious as the blind one. After all, who would notice a blood-sucking mosquito?

When all the viewers were either confused or shocked, Bai Xiao put away the magnifying glass and crossed out the probability of death.

This battle is won by Bingjiu. Moreover, he will also swallow the corpse and turn into the Flying Fox King, becoming stronger. He can escape from the deep sanity state. Bai Xiao has a hunch that even if Bingjiu reaches the final sanity level or the death countdown returns,

Zero, completely alienated, he can come out of this journey alive.

Everyone was staring at the live broadcast screen in shock. They couldn't believe it. Even Shi Xiao didn't notice what he was doing here. Bai Xiao folded and folded the parchment he had just written with a purple quill until it was folded.

He picked up the paper square and rubbed it with his fingers. The paper square disappeared between his fingers.

* *

Pacific Ocean, Devil's Sea. In the violent storm, huge waves hundreds of meters high are set off on the sea. The majestic thunder roars like a devil. The bright lightning tears through the dark night and illuminates the boiling sea. The turbulent waves rise and fall.

The top of the giant stone fortress in the middle of the Devil's Sea emerges from the water.

The boulder fortress is made of dark green, incredible stone. The boulder statues are covered with barnacles and seaweed, exuding a strong unclean smell, which makes people feel a strong sense of anxiety and disgust just by looking at it.

R'lyeh, the place where the legendary "Old Dominator" Cthulhu slept, finally resurfaced in the Pacific Ocean after March 1925 after being disturbed by visitors. Originally, no one could penetrate it.

The defense line formed by the violent waves disturbed the slumber of the old rulers, but at this moment, an extremely retro-looking three-masted sailing ship appeared quietly in the waves.

It sailed like a light petrel on the top of the waves, and no matter how big the waves were, it could not sink it. Thunder and dazzling lightning struck the sailing ship, and the terrifying monsters on the bottom of the sea climbed onto the hull, trying to overturn it and destroy it.

The passengers had different hair colors and different races. Some were trying to calm down the roaring waves, while others were fighting monsters. They displayed various moves that looked like traces.

But when the deep-sea monster as huge as a castle surfaced, the battle situation finally reached its most critical moment. The three-masted sailing ship was swaying and was about to be completely overturned.

At this extremely dangerous moment, when everyone was screaming and praying in despair, a dim light like the doomsday dusk suddenly appeared and enveloped the sailboat.

In an instant, the deep-sea monster panicked and sank into the deep sea as if encountering a natural enemy. The terrifying waves suddenly subsided, the thunder and lightning ceased, and except for the pouring rain, the critical situation was completely resolved in a few seconds.

“fu·ck!”

The Chinese who almost fell into the sea just now was soaked and shocked. He swore a curse word and waved his scepter at the mast with dissatisfaction: "An, if you wait any longer, we will go to the sea to feed the fish!"

"What the hell are you doing!"

"I'm walking, can't I?"

The cold and impatient male voice came from the mast, as intimidating as a disturbed sleeping lion. The Chinese people shrank their necks and snorted bitterly: "Okay, okay, you are a tyrant."

After a while, he was curious again: "An, why did you leave?"

"Haha, are you reading your lover's text message? Oh my god, which warrior is so bold and dares to fall in love with you?"

The Chinese man laughed twice, but the lookout on the mast ignored him. On the mast at the end of the three-masted wooden ship, there was a foothold for the lookout to stand.

A very tall man was leaning against the mast, and a falcon was perched on his shoulder. He tilted his head and curiously looked at the note between the man's fingers with his golden eyes.

Rubbing his slender fingers wrapped in combat gloves, the parchment turned into dust in his hands. The man inserted his right hand into his forehead, which was wet with rain, and pushed back, and the parchment was revealed instantly.

The evil spirit frightened the falcon off his shoulders.

"Bingjiu is 'resurrected'?"

The man frowned, his eyes were dark, and he was impatient. His tone was cold and hard, implying murderous intent, without any emotion at all.
Chapter completed!