Players, Please Board the Train

Chapter 137: The Painter's Performance

"Do you want it?" Xu Huo asked the Painting Woman.

The Painting Woman's performance today had truly surprised him. Aside from changing her appearance, climbing walls, and searching for photos, she hadn't shown any aggressiveness. He never expected that when she actually took action, her clean, efficient, and ruthless demeanor would instantly reveal the utterly merciless nature of an item.

The Painting Woman had an adult's body but lacked complete cognitive abilities. She had been continuously learning and imitating humans, and although she progressed rapidly, she still carried a kind of naive cruelty.

The Painting Woman had an adult's body but lacked complete cognitive abilities. She had been continuously learning and imitating humans, and although she progressed rapidly, she still carried a kind of innocent ignorance and cruelty.

Xu Huo put away the metal block and reached out to wipe the blood from her face. "Thank you for earlier."

Without her help, he might not have been able to kill Qi Shan and force Brother Feng to flee.

The Painting Woman lifted her smiling face and affectionately came over to link arms with him, but was once again pressed on the forehead and pushed away.

She pouted and glared at him.

"I never expected Sister Lichun to be a player too, and so incredibly powerful!" Wang Chaoqing fawned as he moved closer. "Brother Xu lacks romantic charm, but that's okay, you've got me."

"Stop learning bad things," Xu Huo said from the side.The Painting Woman immediately changed it to "Idiot."

"I never expected Sister Lichun to be a player too, and so incredibly powerful!" Wang Chaoqing flatteringly leaned closer. "Brother Xu lacks romantic charm, but that's okay, you've got me."

Xu Huo now had more refined control over his body. The small wounds on his back were slowly healing, and the numbing sensation from the toxin showed signs of receding.

Mutant toxin was ultimately an evolutionary toxin. Perhaps the S-version syringe that compensated for evolutionary defects had generated antibodies in his body, so the poison hadn't completely invaded his blood vessels.

He currently didn't feel any discomfort, but whether he was truly immune to this toxin remained to be seen.

"The antidote is really all gone." He glanced back at Wang Chaoqing, Baseball Cap, and others injured by the bomb shrapnel, then raised his voice: "After getting out, you can seek help from the government."

Wang Chaoqing looked thoroughly disappointed but didn't say anything more.

Baseball Cap walked up to them and said apologetically, "Mr. Xu, I'm really sorry about earlier. Not only did I fail to help, I almost held you back."

"Minor matter." Xu Huo put away the item and walked to the center of the roulette wheel. Staring at the pointer that was about to stop on the ground, he stepped inside again.

Baseball Cap watched from outside with both admiration and shame. "Thanks to Mr. Xu, otherwise it would have been very difficult for us to escape today."

Wang Chaoqing, however, wasn't quite convinced they could truly escape from a high-level player's item. His eyes darting around, he put an arm around Baseball Cap's shoulder and whispered, "We saved your life. Don't you plan to thank us?"

Baseball Cap smiled good-naturedly. "Let me be clear first—I don't have a train ticket. If I did, I would have left already myself."

That train tickets could provide escape from here was not only clearly explained by Xu Huo and the others but also verified by outside players.

Wang Chaoqing immediately pulled a long face and distanced himself from him.

Baseball Cap adjusted his cap, then turned to the Painting Woman, pulling out two wet wipes. "Would you like to wipe your hands?"

The Painting Woman had been worrying about getting blood on her phone. Seeing this, she smiled, but at that moment, the woman holding the child came over with two bottles of mineral water. "Miss, you can wash with this. It's clean and unopened."

Her outstretched hand changed course midway to take the mineral water. The Painting Woman used one bottle to wash her hands and poured the other over her face, then looked expectantly at the woman.

The woman hesitated for a moment before reluctantly giving her the remaining bottle.

This time, the Painting Woman took off her top and rinsed her body. Her attractive figure made two grown men nearby stare with wide eyes, prompting the woman to hastily spread her arms to shield her.

Although undressing in public was somewhat stimulating, everyone understood since the Painting Woman's clothes were completely covered in bloody mess and uncomfortable to wear. Someone else took out spare clothes from a child's carry-on bag and offered them to her—they could at least work as a crop top.

However, the Painting Woman waved her hand dismissively. She looked around, then raised her hand, peeled a poster from the mall, rolled it into a cylinder mid-air, and flew into a clothing store to put on a dress before returning.

"Wow! Big sister is amazing!" the little girl applauded.

The Painting Woman smiled happily, then flew over to the movie theater and brought back two cases of drinks.

The children, seeing how the Painting Woman could use paper like a flying carpet to transport things, immediately gathered around her. "Big sister, big sister, I want that biggest toy!"

"Big sister, big sister, I'm hungry!"

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Ten minutes later, when Xu Huo emerged from the life-and-death round, the roulette wheel had undergone a dramatic transformation. Not only was the perimeter surrounded by child safety gates, but there were also various drinks and toys, even a popcorn machine had been moved in. Elderly people surrounded the Painting Woman, asking her to help fetch jewelry.

"Shoo, shoo! I've never seen people like you who take advantage of a crisis," Baseball Cap chased them away. Several refused to leave, but upon seeing Xu Huo approach, they all lowered their heads.

The Painting Woman typed on her phone asking Xu Huo if she should help them get jewelry.

"Do you want to help them get it?" Xu Huo didn't answer but instead asked.

The Painting Woman thought for a moment and shook her head.

"Then don't help them."

Xu Huo didn't explain why, and the Painting Woman didn't ask. Having received her answer, she happily abandoned further thought on the matter and went off to play with the children.

"Compensate the merchants for the money afterward," Xu Huo said to the parents.

"We definitely will, definitely will," a group of people quickly assured him.

"Brother Xu, how much longer do we have to wait?" Wang Chaoqing asked with a worried expression, hinting at him to fulfill his promise. "No one's coming to rescue us. What if the life-and-death round changes again or more players show up? Aren't we just waiting here to die?"

Xu Huo glanced at him. "Entering a dungeon with mutant poison—aren't you afraid of dying from toxin exposure?"

Wang Chaoqing shuddered. "Then I'd better wait. With you here, it'll be fine."

Earlier he had seen many people secretly recording videos and making calls, but so far no one had arrived, suggesting the situation wasn't optimistic.

Aside from the message published on official platforms nearly an hour ago stating that "not moving the pointer allows survival in the life-and-death round," there had been no further progress. On the contrary, accidents were occurring in more and more places, particularly in skyscrapers, where the dead were being transported away by truckloads.

"It seems that so far, no one has successfully left the black and white roulette wheels."

He checked the time and said to Wang Chaoqing, "Keep calling for help until you get through."

After speaking, he entered the life-and-death round again.

Looking at the familiar roulette wheel, he simply sat down.

He had tried every method he could think of. The "Seeking Life is Worse Than Seeking Death" item was truly powerful, but if there truly existed a way to break it, the only possibility he could currently conceive of was one.

Brother Feng and the others had mentioned that during the twelfth round or multiples of twelve, the chances of obtaining survival opportunities in the life-and-death round increased. This information might not be accurate, but it gave him a new line of thought.

Since not moving the pointer was the method to walk out of the life-and-death round alive, what if continuously not moving the pointer would make this multiplayer life-and-death round judge the game participants as victorious?