I’m Flirting with a Man in the Supernatural World

Chu Huai walked back to the female corpse, squatted down, and grasped the handle of the knife with his uninjured left hand.

He tried, but couldn't pull it out, so he could only endure the pain and put both hands together.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the butcher knife was pulled away, sticky blood splashed, and Chu Huai only felt a burst of warmth on his face.

Very fishy.

Beads of blood slid down his cheeks to his chin, crumbling.

In the light of the moon, Chu Huai glanced at the knife in his hand. The body of the knife was rusty, and the blade was densely covered with small gaps.

How many corpses had to be divided for this knife to become like this?

The moon outside the high wall was getting brighter and brighter. He turned around, only to see that the deepest corner of the cell was full of pale human bones.

Does he want to... dismember the body?

His dominant right hand was injured, and the knife was so blunt, could he cut and move the corpse?

Chopping ribs is strenuous, let alone a human, even if he avoids the bones, the distribution of muscles will make it impossible for him to cut.

He was not familiar with the structure of the human body. Even though the heart stopped beating after a person died, even if he cut an artery, the blood would not splash out, but as long as there was even a little bit of blood loss, it would be bad for him.

Because of this, the weight of the sacrifice became smaller, and he couldn't get the blood that flowed to the ground into the pot again.

What's more, there are not only arteries, but also stomach, intestines, bladder...

Chu Huai is calm and intimidating, and his way of thinking is very much like a criminal with a high IQ.

He put down the knife for the time being, and dragged the corpse onto the electronic scale without caring about getting dirty.

120 catties whole.

In other words, Lou Ming in the opposite cell also had a 120-jin sacrifice.

After some activities, he only has...three minutes left. If the sacrifices are not cooked within three minutes, he will give up the victory of the first round.

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In the apartment, Luo Ziyang's heart rose to his throat.

"Oh my god, is the scramble for clues so scary?" He hugged the pillow tightly, wanting to look but not daring to look.

Because of the awkward position of Tianji, he didn't want to put his bleeding hand into that weird place, so he had never been to the clue scramble, and he never expected the clue scramble to be like this.

Song Chen looked solemn: "This is the fifth level."

This was really embarrassing for Chu Jiao.

She might not even be able to take the knife herself, let alone the weak Chu Jiao?

However, on the screen, Chu Jiao was extraordinarily quiet, her obsidian eyes shone with a moving light.

The essence of the clue competition is a competition, and the taskers will not die, so the apartment residents can watch the game in front of the TV in the apartment, which is also a kind of evil taste in the horror world.

Jin Tianyi's gaze fell on the female corpse that Chu Huai was dragging.

"If it were you, how would you divide it?" Song Chen asked Luo Ziyang.

Luo Ziyang thought for a while, but he was not sure: "I will divide the sacrifice into three parts, large, medium and small. According to Tian Ji's idea of ​​horse racing, I will gamble to see if my small part can meet his big part, and the middle part can meet his. Small piece, big piece meets his middle piece."

Song Chen was thoughtful, frowning deeply. There was nothing wrong with Luo Ziyang's train of thought, but she didn't believe that the horror world would let them win by luck.

This is unreasonable.

Apartments have always been judged by strength, which can be seen from the appearance of the apartment and the level of occupancy of the residents.

Jin Tianyi suddenly said: "That's when the sacrifices are heavy."

Luo Ziyang: "What do you mean?!"

Jin Tianyi pointed to the split screen belonging to Lou Ming.

In the split screen, Lou Ming also dragged the corpse close to the electronic scale.

Luo Ziyang's eyes widened suddenly and he forgot to breathe.

He has been watching, but missed the fatal point.

What Lou Ming dragged was...the corpse of a man. The man was short, but...very fat.

Absolutely more than... 120 catties.

The numbers on the scale light up.

"170 catties!" Luo Ziyang roared.

"How could this be?!" Song Chen pulled up his short hair in pain.

Lou Ming's sacrifice was 50 catties more than Chu Jiao's...

According to Luo Ziyang's thinking, it's not that there is no chance of winning, it's just... too slim.

"Boss! It's not fair!" Luo Ziyang suddenly stood up with a manic expression.

"Why does the world bully a newcomer like this?! This **** clue competition, what's the point?! The world just let us all die!"

"Calm down first," Jin Tianyi asked him to sit down, and said calmly, "There must be a reason for the distribution of dungeons in this way. This may be the key to victory."

"But..." Song Chen revealed the truth dejectedly, "We know that Chu Jiao didn't know that Lou Ming weighed 50 catties more than her. She must have thought that Lou Ming also weighed 120 catties. In this case, we are basically doomed."

Jin Tianyi stared straight at Chu Huai on the screen: "He will know."

Lou Ming seemed to know that the people in Jin Tianyi's apartment were watching him in front of the TV, he suddenly raised his head, showed a winning smile, and then gave them a middle finger.

"He!" Luo Ziyang was so angry that he wished he could smash the TV.

Jin Tianyi stood up and snatched the glass that was about to be crushed from his hand.

There was coldness in his eyes, but his tone was extremely calm: "We will win."

"I believe in him."

Luo Ziyang sat down angrily, clenched his hands tightly, and stared intently at Chu Jiao on the screen.

Jiaojiao, come on...

It doesn't matter if you lose...

Brother Luo secretly hugs you when you come back...

Song Chen shook his head secretly, unavoidably disappointed with Jin Tianyi. She didn't expect that Jin Tianyi, who is as powerful as Jin Tianyi, would be blinded by love and pin her hopes on a newcomer, blindly confident and unrealistic.

His words are tantamount to empty promises, but beauty is useless.

In the split screen, Lou Ming held the butcher's knife, cut off the whole arm of the male corpse, and put it on the scale for weighing.

10 catties whole.

He shrugged, looking very indifferent, poked the blood-dripping arm with the tip of the knife, shook it, and shook it hard, throwing it into the black cauldron.

The hot water in the pot was bubbling, and the arm was lost in an instant.

His sacrifice has been put into the pot.

"10 catties? Is this his little piece? So small?" Luo Ziyang's eyes lit up, "If it's so small, as long as Jiaojiao is more than 10 catties, we'll win this round!"

"Next, Jiaojiao still has more than 100 catties, as long as her big piece is bigger than Lou Ming's middle piece..."

"Suppose Jiaojiao's big piece weighs 100 kilograms, and Lou Ming's middle piece weighs 60 to 70 kilograms, wouldn't that be a win?!"

Song Chen poured cold water on him: "That's on the premise that Chu Jiao won the first round."

There is a small black clock at the top of the center of the TV, and before you know it, there is only... one minute left.

The countdown begins.

Chu Huai squatted halfway, holding the knife in his left hand hanging in the air, as if hesitating.

Song Chen hates that iron cannot be made into steel.

Finally, Chu Huai moved.

Under Song Chen's expectant gaze... he slowly let go of the handle of the knife.

With a "click", the knife fell to the ground with a clear sound.

Time is up.

At this time, if he wakes up and cuts, it will be too late to cook.

Song Chen sighed and closed his eyes weakly.

Sure enough, it was wrong for her to expect so much from a newcomer, not all women are like her.

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Jin Tianyi's mouth.