Chapter 71

No matter whether Dugu Fu believed it or not, the fact remained. The boss and Guo Xingxing had already run away, heading to the place he had designated.

However, Dugu Fu, risking his life, had done all this in vain...

He could only continue running, not even daring to look back, for fear of arousing the enemy's suspicion, and kept running.

However, after all this commotion, the direction he was running in and his plan were completely reversed. He could either turn back and risk his life again, or... take many more detours.

What was he even trying to achieve? Dugu Fu, tears streaming down his face, covered his face and ran wildly.

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After ten to twenty minutes, with great effort, Dugu Fu lured the pursuers into the pre-set ambush.

A luxurious, gilded high-end club.

Of course, the process was not as easy as it sounded. The enemy tried every means to intercept and block him, but he managed to counter each one.

Seeing the group storm in aggressively, the waiter politely approached and asked, "Sir, do you have a reservation?"

"Reservation? Reservation your head! Did that guy have a reservation just now?" What was supposed to be a simple task had turned into such a mess. The invitations of the people who had been eliminated were worth tens of thousands in total. The pursuers, in a hurry and angry, spoke without thinking.

He suddenly recalled the scene at the entrance of the anime exhibition, where over a dozen companions, when asked by the security guards, had naively confessed... He gritted his teeth, "Playing this trick on us? We don't need a reservation! We're robbing the place!"

At that moment, they really did look like robbers. Some covered their faces, some wore masks, and some wore masks they had picked up from the street, like Doraemon, Hello Kitty, and so on.

There was no choice; the enemy was too persistent, and they had to do everything possible to increase their safety margin.

The people in front intimidated the waiter, while those in the back grew impatient, "Why waste time talking to an NPC? Just take them all out!" They asked Fangdang Buji, who had just come back online, "Have you pulled up the map of the club building?"

"Yep, the second team is waiting at the back door. The fire escape is also locked by the program; that guy can't escape!"

"Then that's settled!" After confirming, the players raised their phones and started locking targets, "Pitter-patter" as they typed.

Within ten meters, they could lock a target without asking for a name, and one phone could only lock one target. Of course, if they had the other person's avatar and knew their name, they could input that as a supplement, which wouldn't count toward the camera lock limit.

"Clang!" The gilded chandelier in the hall fell to the ground without warning, shattering into thousands of pieces. The sharp glass shards instantly shot out in all directions like bullets.

"Whoosh!" A shard grazed the waiter's neck, severing the carotid artery. Bright red blood spurted high, staining the ceiling red.

The waiter, clutching his neck, tried to stop the blood, but to no avail. His eyes wide open, he collapsed weakly.

He was just one of the victims.

At the same time, in the hall, eight people—three waiters and five customers—were all victims. Some had their arteries cut by the flying glass, others had their eyes, necks, or chests pierced...

It was a scene of blood and gore!

If the death design elements were the same at the same time and place, and the locked targets were different and non-conflicting, the common death design would eliminate all targets!

The victims lay scattered on the ground, blood flowing freely.

The furnishings, display stands, and small decorations in the hall, swept by the storm of shards, were also shattered. In an instant, the originally high-end club turned into a hell of blood and violence.

However... the victims were not just these eight NPCs. Along with the NPCs, two players standing at the door, who had initiated the lock, also fell.

Clutching their necks, blood gushing, their faces full of regret, they slowly stopped convulsing...

"How, how... how could this be?" Seeing their fallen comrades, the remaining seven or eight people were stunned, their minds unable to process what had happened.

If a death design affects non-target players, the design will automatically terminate.

However, termination comes in two forms—

One is if the design must affect non-target players to be completed, it will fail completely;

The other is like what happened here, where the design, like a shower of flowers, affects a large area. The flying glass shards will automatically avoid non-target players and eliminate all possible targets!

So, the storm of death, which seemed so intense, was absolutely safe for the instigators at the door.

Of course, as the old saying goes—nothing is absolute!

"Bu... bu... bug?" Looking at his convulsing comrade, one person, touching his neck, said with lingering fear, "I'll report this to the system."

"Report your head." A quick-thinking person next to him stopped him, "Don't forget about Fangdang Buji..."

Fangdang Buji was cheating. If they reported it, wouldn't they just invite a system investigation?

Before he could finish speaking, "Thud!" a sudden dull sound.

There was a shelf by the door, filled with various decorations. Suddenly, a bronze incense burner on the top shelf fell, "Pfft," and split open the player who was shouting about the bug.

Red liquid and white paste splattered instantly. Another player fell, dead without knowing why.

!!! Everyone was shocked.

However, this was just the beginning. The player who was split open fell backward, "Thud," and hit a shoulder-high altar in the middle of the shelf. On the altar was a knee-high statue of a laughing Buddha.

The dead player's collision knocked the statue over, and the laughing Buddha rolled down the body, "Thud!" and slammed into the chest of the player blocking the dead one.

The laughing Buddha was quite heavy, and the player, hit by it, felt a闷闷的 (stifling) pain in his chest, unable to withstand the force, and involuntarily took a few steps back. His feet tripped, and he fell to the ground with a "Thud."

No, not on the ground, but on a dead body.

"Pfft!" A faint sound of something piercing flesh was heard, "Ahhh~~~" The player screamed in agony, trying desperately to stand up. But he had no strength... sitting on the dead body's chest, he soiled himself and died shortly after.

This guy seemed to have his pain sensitivity set quite high, and his death was truly tragic.

But how... everyone's minds raced, and they suddenly remembered. The fallen guy had been killed by a large piece of glass piercing his chest, meaning, with one~~~

"Death design! This is a death design! We're all locked!" Suddenly, someone shouted, making everyone's hair stand on end.

But they were all wearing masks, and the dangerous area was only ten meters around them.

Where was the enemy? How were they locked? No one had an answer, all pale-faced and terrified!