Chapter 838 Music and Travel 14
So it is!
Fu Anan looked at the bright road sections.
Every light is the most dangerous place.
The consequences of taking the wrong piano grid, either falling down and falling to death or disability, or falling into an abyss where the bottom cannot be seen under the feet, just like the person I saw before.
Players are more careful.
But the curvature of the road is getting more and more exaggerated, and the speed of the piano grid is getting faster and faster.
It was not easy to notice from the beginning, but it was difficult later on.
It even started to happen that someone stepped on the wrong foot, fell down and died.
There is no time to be sad, everyone keeps their heads down and keeps rushing forward. Because they know that if they don't give it their all, the one who falls will become themselves.
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Sweat appeared on Fu Anan's forehead.
Because she didn't drink water or eat for too long, she felt a little tired.
The throat is so dry that it hurts a little, the piano tiles under the feet don't give people a chance to rest, and the speed is so fast that it makes people dizzy.
Fu Anan wiped off his sweat, and jumped on the piano tiles with sore legs.
This paragraph is almost over!
Just as she was thinking, a row of distinctive piano pieces suddenly appeared in front of her.
The four are all black grids, and there is a gift box-like thing hanging in the air on each grid.
The gift boxes are all the same.
Xiaopang was frightened silly.
Covering his open mouth, his whole body was trembling.
Too, too scary!
Next, they saw three ways to die, such as chest hole, loss of head, and crushed meat.
Many people got food, but even more people died.
These dead people are constantly refreshed like gift boxes, one after another.
Xiao Pang was so frightened that he almost threw up.
The bread he just ate mixed with mineral water rushed up his throat, and he swallowed it abruptly.
Disgusting, disgusting!
But the fear of death forced him to eat everything into his stomach.
Original organization of more than 300 people, there are still about a hundred people left.
The little fat man looked at the calm Fu Anan, and held onto the corner of her clothes with trembling hands.
Fu Anan looked over, "What are you doing?"
The little fat man's whole body was shaking, "Boss, boss."
"It's good that you didn't spit it out." Fu Anan patted him on the shoulder and praised, "In this situation, the more rational people live, the longer they live."
Just finished speaking, suddenly a familiar voice came from behind her, "Fu Anan."
Good night everyone~