The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The six people shivered together. Two of them even urinated their pants. In an instant, a smell of urine spread.

I didn't care at all, and continued: "You might have guessed it, yes, rely on these things."

I made a gesture of display and showed them a pile of corpses stacked on the ground.

"In a corner, I found a few adventurer corpses that were killed by monsters and leftovers." I smiled cruelly: "I ate them..."

Puffed, two people slumped on the ground, one of them passed out.

"...The food and water in the bag."

Then, with extremely contemptuous eyes, I scanned the six people, and said, "In addition to your larger brains, what are your advantages?"

"Well, tell me now, the answer I want to know."

Then, I cut the heart into thin strips and threw it on the ground.

Although I have eaten the corpses of monsters and various types of raw meat, I am still very unaccustomed to eating the corpses of my compatriots. The act of taking out the cutting board and shredding was just to get them inside, The last line of defense completely collapsed.

Do you really want me to eat human flesh?

Haha, stop kidding, I am not in desperate situation now, and that thing seems to have no appetite at all.

However, the deterrence of this approach is still very effective. At least, from their eyes, I saw a unique look of despair, which is a look that completely distrusts me.

They must think I have eaten people...

......Go to special, I am not Master Bei, and, even Master Bei has not eaten.

After I stared fiercely, the five sober people finally moved their eyes from the stall of rotten meat on the ground that I had chopped up, but they still lowered their heads and dared not raise them.

"answer my question."

I was a little displeased, the straight sword in my hand, the tip of the sword hit the ground, ready to fall off another person at any time.

"Yes, it's the president. The president told us to do this."

One of them said timidly.

As he said, he retracted his body, completely frightened.

My eyes swept across the other four people, who were like parrots with classmates' tongues, repeating what the previous person said.

I nodded, waved a knife, and cut off the fainted person.

The man opened his eyes sharply, struggling for a few times, then he drew and died.

"For a comatose person, I will give him a happy one, but for a person who pretends to be unconscious, I will torture him to death." As I said, I picked the person's upper body with the tip of a knife and said, "This time, it is kind. Next time, I will kill him little by little."

"Then, the next question." I didn't look at them at all. I used a straight sword and said, "Who is your boss behind the scenes?"

I looked up at the magic clock hanging on one wall. It was eleven o’clock in the evening, and I said, “Give you three minutes to think. Of course, during this time, you can attack me and try to escape. , You can also make up nonsense like an honest person, but I can tell you very responsibly that the above three will have a tragic ending."

I smiled: "I won't let the guy I hate, it's easy to die, so please think carefully before making your decision."

Time flies quickly, three minutes, fleeting.

I looked at the five silent people, pointed at one of them with the tip of a knife, and said, "You said."

The man's expression flickered, and he spoke a little hesitantly: "I, I don't know."

puff!

A soft sound.

It was because I swung the sword and cut off his left arm.

In an instant, a horrible howl like a pig was heard, and he clutched his arm, howling heartbreakingly, rolling frantically on the ground, like a little mouse taking poison.

"It's you, say."

I looked at him coldly, the tip of the knife against his chin.

Severe pain can make a person weak, and at the same time, it can also stimulate a person's madness.

The cadre with only one arm left, suddenly resembling a dying wild boar, shaking his fat body, rushing towards me, as if he was going to die together!

My body was slightly sideways, and it was another knife.

He was unstable and fell to the ground with a plop, and his other arm fell to the ground at the same time.

I have done a lot of this kind of things, so I am familiar with the road.

The cadre who lost both arms at the same time passed out in severe pain, which also declared that he was bound to die.

"It's you, say."

My knife pointed at the cadre who died on the ground.

I know that this is just in vain, because he has passed out, but I still have to do this, because the next person may have a nervous breakdown because of my cruelty.

I don't care how many people will die, as long as there is one person who can tell all the information I want, it is enough.

The cadre who passed out on the ground did not move at all.

Just like the two cadres who died before, I also amputated his body, but it was the head.

After killing him, my knife pointed at the next person.

This cadre, just like the previous one, is very fat.

There are only two possibilities for a cadre who can give birth to such a fat: natural and over-squeezing his subordinates.

Able to squeeze his subordinates without being punished by the president, either sloppy, or be a confidant.

Either way, it is good for me, at least, the hit rate can reach more than 50%.

Sure enough, this fat man didn't disappoint me. Under extreme panic, he told the relationship and all the things he had heard.

Their behind-the-scenes man is the second young master of Ai Ruicheng.

Just when the fat man was chattering like crazy, I noticed that a cadre who was a little further away had a different look. That was the look in his eyes to peek at the best time to start.

Obviously, his target is not me, but the babbling fat man.

It seems that someone is trying to prevent me from learning the truth.

With a sneer, I violently violently, like a goshawk, preying on a venomous snake in a daze. Without the person noticing it, I rushed in front of him, swiping my arm with two swords.

In an instant, the two arms flew out.

One is the left arm, and the other is the right arm.

Their owner, the guy with fierce eyes waiting for an opportunity to attack, collapsed on the ground in a daze, but did not faint.

He looked at me resentfully, like a fox resenting a hunter.

It's a pity that no matter how cunning the fox is, there is no way to slip away under the hunter's nose, and no matter how cruel the fox is, he can't let go of the cruelty in his eyes.

In fact, he and I are the same kind of person.

He is for his master, and me, for my family.

Now that we met, the final result is either his death or my death.

Therefore, he must die.

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