"I'll fuck your mother! You crazy! You crazy!" Huangmao scolded angrily.

Meng Busan nodded, looking "You scolded well, you scolded very well, please continue."

Huangmao was furious and suddenly smashed the axe in her hand towards Meng Busan.

Meng Busan spread his hands, motionless, and didn't even blink his eyes.

He just watched the axe pass through his face, cut a large piece of flesh, and pierced into the wall behind him with a "trumpet" sound.

The blood of "drip" fell from the corner of his cut mouth, dyeing the sick gown a little red.

But he still smiled, as if he could not feel any pain.

When he smiled, the cut wound cracked from the corner of his mouth to the back of his ear, which was like a scene in a horror movie!

Everyone is ordinary people, how can they withstand such a scene?

Those who are timid will be scared to tears by him.

Meng Busan stretched out his fingers, slowly wiped the blood from the wound, and slowly put it into his mouth.

He savored his blood and narrowed his eyes with pleasure.

"You..." Xiao Huangmao swallowed and spitted with difficulty.

Meng Busan opened his eyes, and there was still blood on his lips, "This is not enough!"

He stretched out his blood-stained fingers.

A piece of broken glass was sandwiched at his fingertips.

Shen Fangyuan suddenly remembered where he got it, and he said "ah".

Meng Busan smiled slightly, and stroked his face suddenly against the wound on the other side.

A wound with the same flesh and bloody flesh cracked on the corner of his mouth on the other side of his mouth.

Just looking at it hurts a lot.

"ah!"

"Damn!"

Some people also seemed to feel this pain and subconsciously touched the corners of their mouths.

Meng Busan smiled and said, "Welcome to my paradise, everyone."

The little yellow-haired man said tremblingly: "What are you talking about? What is your paradise?"

"Are you the master of this world?"

"No, I don't think he meant that." Qin Qing stared at the crazy Meng Busan.

"You said there are three control groups, right? You only need one to say that you are not allowed to eat people, and the other to say that you need to eat people, isn't that enough? What's the use of that little yellow-haired team?"

Little Huangmao: "Hey, who do you mean Xiao Huangmao? I have a name and a surname!"

Meng Busan smiled, "Ah, there are just other things you want to test. I want to see what choices the trialists will make when they have two choices, is it a bit human or completely inhuman."

"After all, I haven't been in contact with a normal human community for a long time and I'm not familiar with them at all."

Doesn’t this sound even more terrible!

He glanced at the arms of the waiter behind Xiao Huangmao, "I found that humans are still as selfish as ever."

Qin Qing frowned: "What does it mean?"

Meng Busan: "I gave him two options on paper, find supplies from the trial site to survive, or drink human blood as a substitute, but drinking blood will have great consequences. What do you think he did?"

He grinned, "He didn't tell anyone else the information on the paper, or just half of it, so he only had his arms in the entire team without any wounds."

"He shouldn't have provided other people's blood, nor have he ever drunk human blood? Why do your teammates look bad, only you are so energetic? Moreover, the farther away from you, the worse the team members are in good condition?

"Also, you're hurt, it's not that easy to find food and water, right? Why do you still have no worries about food and drink?"

Qin Qing suddenly understood what was coming, and she turned her head and glared at the little yellow-haired man, "What did you do?"

Xiao Huangmao shrank, "I...I..."

Meng Busan exposed without hesitation: "As the leader of the team, it's okay to hide some food and water for himself, right?"

"His team may have established a class level. The upper class can eat and drink well, while the lower class can only search for things, and they have to endure hunger. In the end, they have to drink their own blood or drink each other's blood."

The little yellow-haired stared at Meng Busan and became more and more frightened.

Meng Busan: "So, can I blame me? Is this my fault?"

Qin Qing's eyes were complicated, "No, no, there is something else that makes sense. Those two people who tied us up originally wanted to treat us as reserve grain, right? If it was really your plan, why would you bring Xiao Shen to save us?"

Chen Fangyuan came to his senses at this time, "Yes, big guy, you want to save someone, right?"

Meng Busan closed his eyes and smiled coldly.

He spread his arms and whispered: "Time is up."

Everyone looked puzzled.

Qin Qing looked anxious: "What does it mean? When is the time? You won't say it's the time to pass the level, right? No, there must be something else. What did you hide from us?"

"Buzz—Buzz—"

There seemed to be some sound of flapping wings in the air.

The little yellow-haired ran out of the door quickly, endured the hot appearance of the building, and climbed to a high place to see.

He saw a yellow sandstorm surged around the city. No, it was not a sandstorm, but a swarm of locusts composed of locusts.

"Oh my God..." He looked into the distance, desperate and frightened.

There were many people following him, and they all saw this terrifying scene. They also saw two trialists rushing here desperately, but were swallowed by the locust swarm before they arrived.

After the two of them made a mournful cry, there was no sound.

Everyone was quiet, fearful, and desperate.

They ran to the foot washing city in panic and quickly closed the door, as if they wanted to use this action to block it for a while.

Meng Busan was still sitting idle on the back of a leather chair and yawned.

"You devil! Madman! Since you know this kind of scene, why don't you tell us!"

Everyone glared at Meng Busan.

Although Chen Fangyuan was timid, he still said with a tough head, "Boss, he doesn't know, he came in with us."

"Maybe he found some news."

"Yes, why didn't anyone find the newspaper before? Only he found it!"

Meng Busan chuckled, "It's so interesting. Do you still blame others for not being blind?"

Everyone in the house was in a mess.

Chen Fangyuan said anxiously: "Boss, you're saying a few words."

Now, he was honest.

"I have nothing to say."

His fingers were clamped with glass and played in his hands.

"There are so many people who don't like me. Who are you old?"

Qin Qing opened her mouth, "What did you know when you pass the test?"

Meng Busan: "It's okay to hurt just to live, but killing people is not possible."

"Because those who were other than us died too fast, I think someone must have used this method and then was eliminated by the test field."

"Are there..."

Qin Qing looked at him with complicated eyes, "I just discovered something strange. This foot washing city is in the center of the city. You deliberately found this place as our last gathering place. Did you guess that the trial site will finally rob us?"

Meng Busan's smile widened, "Wow, I like you a little, you are very smart."

Qin Qing: "How did you know?"

Meng Busan: "I said, do you believe what I dreamed of? The world in the infinite trial field in my dream is always full of malicious intentions. I am just guarding against it."

"There is yellow sand that cannot be seen clearly on the outside of the city. The unknown is the source of terror, so the center should be safe."

It’s obvious that you are the source of fear!

Qin Qing pursed her lips, "You just said that this experiment wouldn't be all fake, right? Your real purpose is to let people know that there is a senior trialist here, and let people gather here, right?"

Meng Busan raised a finger and pressed it against his smiling lips, "Shh! Please treat me as a bad guy."

Qin Qing: “…”

Qin Qing is really going crazy. She has no idea what this guy’s purpose is, whether it is a good person or a bad person!

"Here you come!" Everyone shouted loudly.

Just as the locust outside was about to hit the glass door, everyone in the room disappeared in a gust of white light.
To be continued...