Tang Ci, who was standing in the middle of the stairs, looked back at Meng Busan and saw that he leaned against the railing weakly, and the chainsaw in his hand could not even be lifted, and pressed against the ground.

His eyes were pure, with a little nervousness and confusion.

Tang Ci calmed down a little and said, "Isn't this very obvious? Some monster pretended to be me."

Tang Ci, who was cutting monster fish meat, chuckled, "Am I fake?"

He lowered his head and sniffed the cut piece of fish, "If I were in the same group as these fish-headed monsters, why should I kill them?"

"The fishman's brain is indeed only the size of a peanut!"

Tang Ci, who was standing in the middle, was tense all over and said sternly: "Don't argue, how could the murderer stay at the scene of the murder! What's more, in such a dangerous trial field, if you are really a trialist, you should be worried that other fishmen will come to you, so how could they stay here and cut fish fillets!"

Meng Busan nodded, "What he said makes sense."

The Tang Ci said calmly: "How do you know that I am not waiting for other fishmen to fall into the trap?"

He subconsciously licked the blood from the knife, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Tang Ci, who was standing on the middle stairs, was disgusted by his appearance, "Damn, you are sick, you..."

"Buzz--"

A small buzzing sounded behind him.

The next moment, his back suddenly hurt.

Tang Ci turned around in disbelief and saw Meng Busan activate the switch of the chainsaw and stabbed the chainsaw into his body.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The chainsaw stirred in his body, carrying out his minced meat and blood, splashing Meng Busan's body.

Half of his face was covered in blood, but he showed a sweet smile at him.

"A surprise? Dear!"

Tang Ci's eyes widened and looked in disbelief.

"My grass..."

Meng Busan nodded with a smile, "Damn it, isn't it ruthless?"

Tang Ci made a difficult voice: "You..."

Meng Busan: "I'm very good, thank you for your concern!"

Tang Ci rolled her eyes hard at this shameless man.

He said in pain: "Are you worthy of me? I clearly trust you so much and treat you as a teammate. You stabbed me in the back?"

Meng Busan's smile was innocent and beautiful, "I don't have it!"

"It's time for you to be so fucked, and you still have to talk lies with your eyes open?"

Meng Busan whistled and said with a smile: "I stabbed it clearly as a chainsaw. Besides, aren't teammates just for sale? Hehehe!"

Tang Ci's eyes widened because of anger.

What kind of crazy he encountered!

He gritted his teeth and said, "I will not let you go, I will not let you go, I will not..."

Meng Busan smiled and actually sent the chainsaw into the saw again, poking him through.

At this moment, the human skin on Tang Ci's face fell down like it was slowly peeling off, revealing his uneven fish face, with dirty yellow and malicious eyes.

His voice was buzzing and he said viciously: "I have such a good impression of you. I originally wanted to let you go, but..."

Meng Busan: "But, all this was wrong after all."

The fish-headed man Tang Ci paused and said sadly: "...Can you fucking stop interrupting all the time!"

Meng Busan raised his lips and his smile was even worse than it was, "How can this work? You can't deprive me of the pleasure of watching you hate me."

The fishman stared at him in shock, making the fish's lips tremble.

Grass! Where did this person get out of the world's mental illness?

At this moment, the sensing light that was originally on on the first floor suddenly went out.

The corridor is pitch black, making it impossible to see the surroundings clearly.

Meng Busan increased the force of the chainsaw and poked it forward again, but suddenly it was empty.

He felt a gust of fishy wind blew past his cheeks, and a few cool blood rains fell on his face.

Meng Busan chuckled.

A voice rang in the darkness: "Are you okay?"

Meng Busan whispered: "Of course there is something wrong."

The man said "Huh" and slowly approached in his direction.

"Where is uncomfortable? My skills may be useful to you."

Meng Busan sighed with regret, "I feel uncomfortable. I can't see his shocked and hated expression, so I feel so uncomfortable."

The man was silent for a long time and chuckled, "You are really..."

Meng Busan lowered his eyelids and silently waited for this man to scold him like everyone else.

The man whispered, "...It's so interesting, it's for my appetite!"

Meng Busan raised his head. It was clearly dark, but he was silently looking at the man.

Meng Busan said briskly, "If you think I am good, I'm probably a fellow student."

The man: "Ah?"

Meng Busan walked closer step by step with a smile, "Do you dare to ask which mental hospital your patient is from?"

The man was silent for a long time, "No, we are different."

Meng Busan smiled, "Don't let it go, my patient, you are shameless to be sick. You have to live happily like me."

He raised his arm and just put it on someone's shoulder.

He asked with a smile, "You are the real Tang Ci, right? Hello, my name is Song Wan, I have been with you for a long time."

God, Song Bowl!

Tang Ci: "Do you have a divine friendship? When did you find out that he is not mine?"

"What did you find?" Meng Busan smiled, "I didn't find anything."

Tang Ci: "Then are you stabbing the knife in the back?"

Meng Busan yawned, "Is he a monster or not and whether I stabbed him in the back is completely different. Anyway, I am idle and idle, so I can have some fun for myself."

Tang Ci smiled.

He raised his hand and held Meng Busan's hand.

Meng Busan's hands were cold and bone-black, and because he was too thin, it felt like he was touching his hand.

Meng Busan was slightly stunned.

He rarely gets so close to people, but Tang Ci's hands are quite warm.

Meng Busan smiled softly and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that your skills need to be held by my hand to take effect?"

Tang Ci said in a gentle voice: "What else are you pretending? We all know each other's skills, right? Meng Busan?"

Meng Busan lowered his head and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Tang Ci stood by him silently, waiting for him to finish laughing.

Meng Busan smiled for a while and said, "So your skills are really useful."

Tang Ci: "Did you notice it?"

Meng Busan: "Well, you were quite warm when you held my hand just now, but it was not as hot as your red knife stabbed in. After you used your skills on me, my headache symptoms were much better."

Tang Ci sighed and said warmly: "It's a pity that the effect is not significant. If it is targeted at the pain brought from the real world, it can only be relieved for a while."

Meng Busan restrained his crazy attitude just now, "It's enough."

At this time, the sensing light above the two people's heads suddenly lit up.

Meng Busan saw the scalpel stabbed on the back of his hand, and also saw the wound on Tang Ci's back of his hand.

"So you really want to use your own blood?"

Tang Ci smiled, "It's okay, I've never been afraid of pain since I was a child."

As he said that, he pulled out the scalpel that was inserted into the back of Meng Busan's hand, but there was no damage at all when the place where he was inserted.

Meng Busan looked in front of him, "It's really amazing."

Tang Ci said in a warm voice: "The things in the trial field have always been magical."

Meng Busan stared at the back of his hand and said lightly: "But, how could anyone not be afraid of pain?"
To be continued...