Chapter 1000...

  "We interrupt your regular programming to bring you two important news updates: This afternoon, at 2:09 PM New York time, Flight 179 bound for Paris exploded in mid-air just three minutes after takeoff. The crash resulted in the deaths of all 108 people on board. Latest reports indicate that a loose part in a critical section of the aircraft was the primary cause of the accident. Additionally, experts say that the poor weather conditions at the time may have also played a role in the incident. An investigation team has been dispatched to look into the matter."

  "Additionally, due to the plane explosion, the wreckage fell, with one wing landing in the suburbs, damaging the natural gas pipeline system underground, triggering a series of explosions. The natural gas supply in several surrounding cities was affected, and the government will take emergency measures to ensure the natural gas supply in each city. Please do not worry, citizens. Preliminary investigations show that this series of explosions did not cause any casualties."

  ……

  This is a dimly lit and damp bridge, which is a gathering place for a group of vagrants. Although several iron buckets with burning fires slightly dispelled the chill, the flickering flames blown by the wind could hardly dispel the thick darkness of night.

  More than a dozen vagrants with dirty faces gathered here, more than a dozen pairs of clear black and white eyes staring at the screen of an old TV set, watching the scene on the screen that was full of scars and the charred pits outside the city, silently. The flickering light on the screen illuminated their dark and dusty faces, but also illuminated their painful expressions.

  "Life is a waste." One of the black vagrants said with a wooden sneer, "You never know when you'll die, maybe now, maybe next moment. Anyway, it's all going to die, and living is also a waste. Right, Browning, death is truth."

  Wow!

  The thin dog in the black vagrant's arms barked a few words, as if echoing its owner's speech.

  "Hey, buddy," said a white vagabond next to him. "Thank God we're both still alive. At least you can enjoy the delicious wheat bread and this tasty beer. To be alive is to enjoy everything. Cheers." He opened his mouth with black teeth and laughed loudly, then gulped down a whole cup of beer in one go. But the next moment, he suddenly widened his eyes and started panting violently, as if trying to squeeze all the air into his lungs.

  "Hey, are you okay?" The surrounding vagrants rushed over. The white vagrant was still violently coughing and gasping for breath, his body had rolled to the ground, his face was turning a deep purple color, his eyes were bulging out, and his two hands were tightly grasping at his throat, as if he wanted to tear it apart.

  "I think we'd better call an ambulance," said one of the old men. "I think he's going to die." The black man holding the little dog shrugged, seemingly not in a hurry at all, and said: "The nearest public phone booth is at least ten minutes away, and because it's raining, the road is bad, so the ambulance will take at least fifteen minutes. Do you think he can hold on for half an hour?"

  "Are we just going to watch him like this?" another bald vagrant said. The person holding the puppy shook his head and said, "If we can't save him, we can only give him a decent burial. I have a... friend who does that kind of thing." The bald vagrant said, "Get out of here!" Then he grabbed the person on the ground and slapped his back hard, "I think he just got something stuck in his throat."

  Bang! Bang! Bang!!

  "Phew!!" The white homeless man who was about to suffocate spat out a small piece of dry bread, and his breathing immediately became smooth. "Haha! I thought I was going to meet the god of death soon. Thanks, buddy." The bald homeless man hummed twice and said, "Good luck to you." The black homeless man holding the little dog looked at the white homeless man, his thick and dark beard slightly raised, saying, "You were just about to go see the god of death. But you still are going to meet the god of death."

  The white tramp's face darkened, then he smiled again. "At least I'm still alive. Cancer can destroy my body, but it can't destroy my will. Now I can eat bread and drink beer again, haha..."

  "Is that so? Well, I wish you good luck too, buddy.As an artist, I have to go and perform again. Sigh, I really hope I can retire early." After saying that, he hugged the thin little dog, whistled and walked out of the bridge illuminated by the flames, gradually merging into the darkness of the night.

  ……

  "Yin Kuang, how do you feel now?"

  In another part of the forest, four tents were set up around a bonfire. The bonfire was surrounded by three people. The jumping flames dispelled the night chill and illuminated the faces of the three. One pale-faced youth with his upper body bare and wrapped in bandages leaned against the tree trunk. There were also two seemingly delicate yet determined-looking young beauties.

  These three people were Yin Kuang, Tang Rouyu and Ouyang Mu.

  After listening to Tang Rou's words and looking at the roasted meat she handed over, Yin Kuang's pale lips revealed a hint of a smile, saying: "Thank you. If it weren't for you and Ouyang Mu today, I'm afraid I would have become a corpse by now. This favor is owed to you both, and when I get the chance, I will definitely repay it."

  Can't die? That one root of infant arm thick iron pipe, directly rubbed against Yin Kuang's heart and pierced through - perhaps it was the effect of that hidden +3 luck. If that iron pipe had directly pierced Yin Kuang's heart, even gods would have found it hard to save him. Then, in order to save Yin Kuang, Tang Rouyu didn't hesitate to take out the "T88-type cell repair agent" obtained from the previous entrance exam, hanging onto Yin Kuang's life. After that, Ouyang Mu displayed the auxiliary skill "Natural Light" of his Dark Night Elf bloodline, forcibly extracting the life force from the surrounding trees and infusing it into Yin Kuang's body. Adding to Yin Kuang's own strong G-virus self-repair ability, in the end, Yin Kuang's life was narrowly preserved.

  However, the debt he owed was also huge.

  The mighty "T88-type cellular repair agent" had once been experienced by Yin Kuang, continuously recovering life until it was full. This agent, if purchased, would cost 500 academic points and 1 F-grade evaluation point, almost the same price as a "passing grade" bloodline enhancement. As for Ouyang Mu's "Natural Light", its casting cost was also enormous. Extracting the life force from trees and infusing it into Yin Kuang's body, she herself would have to consume her own life force, equivalent to exchanging lives. Moreover, once "Natural Light" was cast, her current magic value would be completely depleted, resulting in a fairly long period of "weakness". Therefore, Yin Kuang truly felt that this debt was indeed huge. However, it didn't matter, as long as it was a debt, there would always be a chance to repay it, as long as she stayed alive!

  After hearing Yin Kuang's words, Tang Rou smiled with a hint of shyness, and her smile was like a hundred flowers blooming under the light of the fire. "Don't say that anymore, aren't we teammates? Survival is what matters most. There are still two days left. I and Xiao Mu Mu still have to face the design of the Death God, while you've already experienced three designs of the Death God, which means you're completely liberated. At that time, we'll have to rely on you to protect us."

  Yin stared blankly for a moment, then lowered his head to gnaw on the roasted rabbit meat while nodding and saying, "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't let you have any." Although he thought Tang Rou's smile just now was extremely good-looking, even more so than his own sister's smile, which could touch his heart, he knew that such a smile wasn't something he could possess - at least not for the time being. He had to think about how to survive, and live better!

  After seeing Yin Kuang's reaction, Tang Rou smiled lightly and sat back in her original position. At this time, Ouyang Mu, who was still dialing the phone on one side, suddenly shouted: "Bai Jue, you bastard! How come you're only answering the phone now?!" It seemed that towards Bai Jue, Ouyang Mu had always been cold and rude.

  "Haha. Sorry, sorry. Didn't notice the phone ringing. What's up?" The familiar laughter came from the receiver. Listening to his laughter, it seemed like nothing had happened? Only then did Ouyang Mu Yao scold: "What's going on!? You still have the nerve to ask me what's going on? Are you brain-dead or something?"

  "Alright, alright." Bai Jue's voice became slightly more serious as he said, "You give the phone to Yin Kuang. I'll talk to him." Ouyang Mu let out a cold snort and threw the phone at Yin Kuang, then grabbed a piece of meat and tore into it with his teeth, completely without dignity. It seemed like that piece of meat had offended him somehow.

  "Hey? Bai Liao, are you guys okay?" Yin Kuang asked. Bai Liao said: "It's pretty bad. Wei Ming and Pan Longtao were caught by the police, Li Shuangmu is still unconscious. But fortunately, their lives are saved. What about you? Shouldn't Death have taken care of you too? By the way, what about the other two girls?" Yin Kuang said: "Why don't you ask yourself? Alright, it was a narrow escape. Because from the beginning, Death was designed to target me. Only those two were completely innocent bystanders. The other three plot characters didn't die either. However, Zeng Fei and Qian Qianqian are dead."

  "...". Bai Gui was silent for a moment, then asked: "Where are you now?" "Under the mountain west of the abandoned warehouse. Tang Rou left marks all the way. It shouldn't be hard to find. Come over right away. We'll talk after we meet up."

  "Okay, I'll be right there."

  ………

  Friday night can still dare to come out with a chapter... (Eat well and go, the one who invited is treating...)