Chapter 63 - The First Survivor

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“Ah!”

“Ah!”

A shrill and ear-piercing scream came out from Adalind’s throat. At this time, her left eye had already become a pitch-black hole. A few drops of blood flowed out from the hole and slowly slid down her face. She looked like a malicious spirit that crawled out from a horror movie!

“F*ck! That’s too scary! Quickly send some bullet screens to cover her!”


“I fell off my chair from the fright! She really looks like a female ghost!”

“F*ck! She’s shouting so loudly! Just now, my dad knocked on my room door and told me to watch this kind of movie with a lower volume in the future!”


“Me too! Fortunately, my parents also know about the live broadcast of death! Otherwise, it would really be hard to explain!”


The audience in the live broadcast room was completely shocked by the scene in front of them. One by one, they sent bullet comments crazily. They were especially disturbed by that scene showing a portion of the optic nerve threads hanging from Adalind’s eye sockets. It looked really scary!


“You want me to die, but I have to live! Ah, uh, uh…”

Adalind let out a strange laugh. She held the broken eyeball in her right hand, as if she was staring at the camera. The scene was extremely strange.


Adalind placed the eyeball in her hand on the slide rail. The eyeball rolled on the slide, rolling faster and faster.

Plop!

The eyeball fell into the glass beaker, splashing some snow. The eyeball in the glass beaker, which had a bit of blood in it, was quickly smashed down. It directly saw the outside of the scale, which actually reduced a part of the weight of the beaker. The scale started to sway slightly from left to right, becoming more tilted, but in the end, it was still a little bit away from breaking the circuit.

The circuit was still connected.

“Ah! Just a little bit more!”

“If there wasn’t that little bit of blood that was splashed out, she could have broken it. Just a little bit more!”

Adalind let out a strange cry and waved her right hand crazily.

“Great! Just a little bit more!”

“It’s that little bit of blood that was splashed out. Otherwise, the circuit would have been broken!”

“Idiot! Wouldn’t it have stopped the splash of blood if she had pried the eyeball open!”


“It can only be said that this is fate. Fate wants her to die there today!”

“Not necessarily. She still has time! Don’t be too happy yet. She might still be able to grab some internal organs and put them in!”

Just as the audience was celebrating over the coincidence and crazily sending bullet comments, Jack’s cold and hoarse voice sounded again.

“Thirty.”

“Twenty-nine.”

Hearing Jack’s cold voice, Adalind, who had been in a frenzy just now, instantly woke up.

Adalind glanced at the timer on the TV. It was the same as the Death Judge’s report. She didn’t have much time left.


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