Chen Mu opened his eyes and saw dazzling whiteness.

Because he was too eye-catching, he had to squint his eyes.

After the visual nerve gradually adapted to the bright whiteness in front of him, he finally saw clearly that there was a pure white roof in front of him.

He rubbed his drowsy temples, sat up and looked up. Not only was the roof white, but the walls and floor were pure white, and there was no other variegation except white.

Such pure white, if you stare at it for a while, you will feel dizzy.

Before he could carefully observe the situation in the room, a weak English curse came from behind him.

"Fake Squid..."

Chen Mu turned his head and found that there were still a lot of people lying on the floor behind him.

There are at least 30 people, not only men and women, but also in all appearances.

There are white men in suits and ties, Asian girls in sweet and cute Japanese style, and earthy black young men wearing leather jackets with many iron chains hanging on their bodies.

The one who made the sound was one of the white European and American men with AK tattoos on their necks.

The ak man cursed and covered his temples with his hands, struggling to sit up from the floor.

After seeing the scene in the room clearly, he exclaimed: "wtf?"

After a few seconds, the ak man seemed to have thought of something and reached out to touch his stomach.

Chen Mu looked along the AK man and found that there were more than a dozen small blood holes on his black leather jacket, as if they were shot out by a shotgun, with blood stains on the white T-shirt inside.

The ak man quickly unzipped the leather jacket, lifted up the white T-shirt, revealing a furry belly.

Chen Mu's heart: "Mao Zhendosky."

The ak man looked at his furry belly, but there was an incredible expression on his face. His hands were groping back and forth on his furry belly, and kept calling Wang Defa in his mouth.

At this moment, those who were lying on the floor woke up one after another.

After getting up from the floor, he reached out to cover his temples without exception, and a painful and confusing sound came from his mouth.

"Where is this? I...how am I here?"

“who     are    you?”

“???………”

"Simmy Mom..."

All kinds of surprise, uneasy, surprised, and fearful inquiries came one after another in the room.

At the same time, Chen Mu, who woke up first, also remembered his identity: an online writer with a disabled and strong will.

He died of both his parents since childhood and grew up with his grandparents.

After the two elders died one after another in high school, he became a lonely ghost.

After barely studying in a junior college, I thought life would show him a beautiful side.

Who knew that the hemp rope was just broken in detail, and the bad luck only found a worker!

I just succeeded in the morning and fainted on the way to the physical examination in the afternoon. After arriving at the hospital, I found a cerebral neurohemangioma, which was pressed on the lower motor neurons and I could only spend the second half of my life in a wheelchair.

In fact, since junior high school, he often feels dizzy, occasionally exercises vigorously, and becomes dark in front of his eyes.

Due to the medical conditions in the county, no cause of the disease has been found. In addition, his grandparents are old, so he doesn't want to bother them to run around and lie and say that they have been fine.

I didn't expect it would be like this in the end...

From the beginning, I even considered suicide by sadness, pain, despair.

Of course, because he was afraid of pain, he survived that dark period.

In addition, the doctor also said that although his legs cannot walk upright after being affected by hemangioma, it will not affect male function, which brings some hope to his desperate life.

Later, he looked for spiritual comfort in the world of online novels, and tried to write by himself, wanting to earn some living expenses.

Although I am paralyzed, life still needs to continue.

Maybe the entry posture is wrong. Unlike ordinary online writers, he started with Xiao Huangwen.

A famous saying has been circulated among online writers: the best written by Xiao Huangwen is always a single dog.

Their imagination of love and couples applauding love is imaginative, fantastic, and various exquisite word organization, which makes people imaginative and applaud, and they can't help but exclaim: Chinese culture is profound and profound!

Once these online writers smell the fragrance of the sea and embark on the old path of professionalism, all beautiful imaginations will collapse with a bang.

And with Chu Man's imagination, he really earned enough living expenses at the beginning.

Moreover, unlike readers of ordinary online works, they often verbally slander and threaten them. If they were not connected through the network cable, they might even be fist-and-footed.

The readers who read Xiao Huangwen are very friendly, and all the comments are "Thank you for your hard work by the author" and "a good person has been safe for the rest of his life."

However, as the country stepped up its efforts to combat pornography and illegal publication and purify the online literary space, the soil on which he relied on was banned. He had no choice but to change his career and join the formal army of explosive livers.

With the writing skills accumulated when writing Xiao Huangwen, I lived a 007-digital life.

Every day, it’s just one word: Damn!

The last picture in my mind was that I fainted in front of the computer after another night of experiencing my liver.

Thinking of this, Chen Mu subconsciously looked at his legs.

I remember when I just sat up, my legs seemed to move...?

He was also wearing the light blue cotton jacket. The thick cotton pants made his legs look very bloated, and he was wearing a pair of clean white soft-soled shoes.

Consciousness controls the left foot and performs knee bent movements.

In his surprised gaze, his left foot, which had been unconscious for three and a half years and his muscles had begun to shrink, actually slowly shrank.

“This…how is this possible?

Chen Mu quickly bent his knees and pedaled a few times. There was no problem with his left foot. He could clearly feel the movement of his toes in his shoes.

Then there was the right foot, and there was still no problem.

He quickly lifted up his bloated cotton pants on his left leg, and his fairly sturdy calves were exposed.

Chen Mu looked at his left calf blankly, his face full of shock.

I gently pinched it with my hands, and the once numb skin feels very clear now...

At this moment, the others slowly recovered their memories, and each of them showed a look of surprise on their faces.

"I remember I had a drunk driving accident. It seemed very serious. Why is it intact now?" A man in a suit and tie said in surprise while checking his body.

Another Asian young man wearing a red sweatshirt and with glass fragments on his hair said, "The same is true for me! I was just hit by a car, can't it be you?"

A brown curly-haired woman in a hospital gown said excitedly in Malay: "I was severely poisoned and had severe kidney failure. I didn't expect that I would be all cured now. It's amazing! Where are you?"

The girl in Japanese style, who was dressed in sweet and cute, said in Japanese: "I cut my pulse..."

Everyone was translating and understanding each other.

But as they knew more, the expressions on their faces were alive from the beginning, and the surprise and excitement that survived the disaster gradually turned into thrilling and fear.

Except for a black African man who was not familiar with the situation because of his language barrier, most of the rest, including Chen Mu, had all kinds of accidents before, and seven or eight of them were clearly sure that they had no chance of survival.

Although the rest of the people are not sure whether they have died, they are very sure of one thing, and they will never be as intact as they are now!

Another thing that is incredible is that they come from all over the world and have no possibility of intersection between each other.

However, it appears here at the same time.

All of this shows that they encountered a supernatural event!

Everyone scattered around to find the exit, and at this moment, a stereotyped mechanical sound rang out in the empty and huge room.

[Dear lucky players, welcome to the Death Game of Heavens!]

[This is the war between the gods and the reincarnation of destiny. When the death knell of death rings, everything will eventually return to its original starting point!]

The sudden sound scared everyone. Two European and American men with dragons and phoenixes on their bodies raised their middle fingers to the white ceiling and cursed, looking like they wanted to shoot with a machine gun.

However, the mechanical sound was not affected at all and continued to speak at a constant speed.

[I believe all players already know that you are already a corpse in the original world, but fortunately, you were selected to enter the game of Death in the Heavens. As long as you complete the world mission, you will have the chance to return to the original world alive!]

[Now you have three chances to ask questions. In three minutes, the game will start, and the relevant information will be sent in the form of data implantation!]

Mechanical voice is not spoken in Chinese or English, nor is it in any national language, but it is strange that everyone understands it.

When many people heard the news that they were dead, they showed horror and disbelief on their faces.

"Living" to hear the news that he is dead is extremely cruel.

Some women were so scared that they burst into tears.

Chen Mu's handsome face also became very ugly, and he was extremely unwilling to give up. He kept asking why?

When he was alive, the young men hugged the girl and spent their days in the bar, drank the sun on the beach of Hawaii, and watched animals migrate in the South American prairie, but he could only sit in a wheelchair and burst into words day and night.

I originally thought God was cruel enough to him, but I didn’t expect that after death, I would have to participate in a game of death and suffered torture!

"shut    up!" The white ak man shouted with a ferocious face. After the crying women were so scared that they covered their mouths, they asked loudly in the air: "who     are     you?"

Mechanical sound: [I am a novice guide, code: 47.]

The white ak man immediately asked again: "where   am    i?"

Mechanical sound: [This is the gate of hell.]

Seeing that the white AK man was going to ask these irrelevant questions again, someone rushed to ask: "What happens if the game fails?"

Mechanical sound: [Game failed, completely erased!]

The cold mechanical sound and cold words made everyone shudder and their faces turned pale.

[The question opportunity ends! The game is loading... Loading is completed!]
Chapter completed!