Dagger, dark green, like a venomous snake.
It stabbed towards Chen Yu’s back with extre speed!
Chen Yu seed completely unguarded, still sticking his butt out. This delighted the chubby middle-aged man.
"Shua——"
However, at the mont when the sharp dagger was about to pierce the skin, Chen Yu’s entire body suddenly vanished into thin air.
Only a sar of "crap" which was "half-solid half-liquid" splattered on his face.
"What?!"
The thought barely echoed in the chubby middle-aged man’s mind when he felt the world spin around him.
Consciousness slowly faded away…
"Plop——"
Pocketing his "Sister White Fang", Chen Yu didn’t even glance at the head that fell on the bank but simply squatted down and washed his butt with river water.
Then he pulled up his pants, bent over to grab one of the headless corpse’s legs, and nonchalantly dragged it out of the water, placing it beside the head.
He, Chen Yu, was kind, gentle, moral, and a man detached from low-level tastes.
Although he killed him, he still ensured the corpse was intact.
To avoid leaving the body incomplete and compromising his own virtue.
With a serious face, he "reassembled" the head onto the body, stood up contentedly, dusted off his hands, and sighed deeply, "Buddy, rest in peace."
The next mont.
The title above the chubby middle-aged man’s head changed from [Nightclub Playboy Prince] to [Dead Corpse].
"Shua shua shua shua——"
Then, it was chopped into over a hundred pieces.
And quickly earned the title [Corpse with Sothing to Say].
Seeing this, Chen Yu was taken aback and hurriedly stooped down to put his ear close to the chubby middle-aged man’s mouth, "What did you want to say?"
The corpse: "…"
...
About ten minutes later.
Chen Yu returned to the "Diplomatic Team’s" temporary camp cursing and with a dark expression.
In the end, he didn’t copy any useful abilities from the "second corpse".
Nor did he hear what the "corpse with sothing to say" wanted to express.
It frustrated him to the point of scratching his head in irritation.
"Damn riddle-makers can go to hell."
Sitting down on "Team Five"’s spot, Chen Yu picked up the burnt rabbit at beside the fire and instantly beca furious: "Fuck! Who burnt my rabbit at?"
Everyone turned their heads, giving Chen Yu various looks, but none said a word.
"Yu," the sowhat cautious chubby neighbor finally spoke after a long while, "you left it there before you left."
"Oh, I burned it huh. Then it’s fine."
Not far away, the young man ticulously examining the corpse of the triangular-eyed Transcendent took off his snapback cap, fanned himself expressionlessly, turned his head towards Chen Yu: "Back already?"
Chen Yu: "Back."
The young man: "What about the guy from Team Two?"
Chen Yu: "Hasn’t returned."
"Hmm." The young man with the snapback cap nodded, stood up, cleared his throat, and surveyed everyone.
"Everyone, look here!"
When all eyes focused on him, he announced loudly, "Due to the non-combat reduction in personnel, Team Two has lost one mber. Now, I will join Team Two, taking on both roles as deputy Team Leader and Team Two’s captain."
"Yes!" the two Team Two mbers nodded.
"From tonight onward, no one is to act alone," the snapback-capped young man glanced at Chen Yu, "even for going to the toilet, there must be at least two people in a group!"
"Aweso!" Chen Yu imdiately beca excited and turned to look at Li Yao, "We can go take a dump together from now on."
The girl: "..."
Chen Yu: "When you go to the toilet, do you wipe with your left hand or your right hand?"
The girl: "...I use paper."
Chen Yu patted the girl’s shoulder: "Then we’re different, I use both hands at the sa ti."
Upon hearing this, the girl opened her mouth slightly, then chose silence as the rational decision.
To avoid the conversation going downhill following Chen Yu’s lead.
"Additionally, regarding the ’traitor’ issue, no need for you all to worry, I have my own plans," the young man with the snapback continued, "Tonight’s watch will be handled by Team One. You three can switch as you like."
"Yes!" the three mbers of Team One nodded.
"There’s nothing else," said the young man, lifting his wrist to check the ti engraved on his Rolex, frowning, "Hasn’t the team mber who went to wash his hands returned yet?"
"No," everyone looked around and shook their heads.
"How long has he been gone?" the young man asked.
"Almost twenty minutes."
"Washing hands takes this long? Who went with him during the sa ti?" the young man with the snapback looked towards Chen Yu.
Chen Yu scratched his head with an index finger, turned to his chubby neighbor, and asked, "Don’t you feel like this seems familiar?"
The chubby neighbor: "..."
"Chen Yu!" The young man’s heart sank with an ominous feeling. "Did you go to the sa place to wash?"
Chen Yu: "Yeah."
The young man: "Where is he then?"
"I’ve said it, hasn’t returned, hasn’t returned, hasn’t returned."
"Was he still washing when you returned?"
"No, not that."
"Then what was he doing?"
"Let think." Chen Yu looked up in thought for a mont, then slapped his forehead, "Oh right, he had sothing to say."
"What did he want to say?" the young man asked, puzzled.
"He didn’t manage to say anything," Chen Yu sighed, "because he died."
The entire crowd: "!!!"
"What?!" The young man’s eyes were filled with shock. "He’s dead? Did you kill him?!"
"Fuck," Chen Yu was annoyed, "so if sobody dies, it’s got to be who killed him?"
"Then who killed him?"
"I killed him," Chen Yu answered.
The entire crowd: "..."
"He... he... he..." The armored brute couldn’t believe it and stuttered to the young man with the snapback cap, "He’s not even bothering to hide it?"
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