After all, running means death, as does not running.
Whether one can survive comes down to whether Heaven cares or not.
Such is the tragedy of the weak.
At the mercy of others.
Pu pu pu!
One by one, fresh lives were reaped.
In this moment, human life was as cheap as grass, exemplified thoroughly.
However, there were still those who envied the dead at this time.
That was the man with the hemorrhoids.
He hadn't died yet.
Even if he survived, he wouldn't be much different from a vegetative person.
And in this place,
He was very clear about the final destination for those who couldn't labor.
Now he only wished for a swift death.
Sadly, that too had become a luxury.
In less than ten minutes,
Only three people were left in the circle.
The rest were dead beyond all doubt.
The remaining three, realizing there was not a single person standing,
One by one, they started to cry out in excitement.
They had survived.
A one-in-ten chance of survival.
