Chapter 280 Cause a sensation
"Beautiful!" Feng Hen shouted excitedly, with an excited smile on his face. He didn't expect that he would be so lucky to successfully draw the disaster needle.
This means that he will have more power and can go further in the game.
"Congratulations on getting the Disaster Needle. If you report this to the lobby, you will be rewarded with 100,000 Pit Coins!"
Feng Hen thought about it and thought that it would be okay to report it, and he would also get 100,000 coins for free! So he chose to report it directly.
At this moment, a notice in red font suddenly popped up at the top of the hall.
"Congratulations to Feng Hen for drawing the suffocating disaster needle in the primary lottery pool. I wonder if it is good luck or bad luck!"
At this time, people who were browsing the dark zone panel saw this message. Their eyes suddenly lit up and they began to discuss in the hall.
"Why does this name sound so familiar to me? I seem to have seen it somewhere!" A person frowned and tried hard to recall.
"Nonsense, they are from the team that won first place in the national college entrance examination - Captain Junlin, Feng Hen. How come they look so familiar?" Another person immediately replied with a hint of admiration in his tone.
"Wow, I've seen that disaster needle. The effect is simply too abnormal, but the negative buff has a very high probability of death." Someone exclaimed, with excitement and curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"I really don't know. Should we say that Brother Feng Hen is lucky or unlucky? But if he doesn't want to use it, he can sell the medicine. I guess many people will want to buy it." Another person suggested, with greed in his eyes.
"Yes, yes, yes! Is Brother Feng Hen in the hall? I'll buy him for 50 pit coins!" someone else shouted, trying to attract Feng Hen's attention.
"The guy above is dreaming. This potion is permanent. Do you want to buy it for 50? I'll offer million. Can Brother Fenghen part with it?"
For a moment, the whole hall was plunged into noise, and people were discussing this amazing news, surprised and excited about Feng Hen's luck and the powerful effect of the disaster needle.
At this moment, Leng Ming was also drawing in the advanced lottery pool. He saw the announcement in the hall, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head mockingly and said:
"It's just a suicide shot. The probability is 90%. Who would dare to take it? Haha, it's ridiculous!"
He remembered that he had once drawn a similar injection of disaster in the lottery pool. Although it was not permanent, the probability of death was extremely low.
However, what he never expected was that when he inserted the injection into his body, he died instantly, wasting his entire condom.
Regarding the 90% mortality injection that Feng Hen had drawn, Leng Ming felt that Feng Hen was simply a kind person who actually took the initiative to send equipment to other survivors. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
After taunting Feng Hen, Leng Ming continued to focus on the lottery. His eyes were fixed on the most precious and coveted item above the high-level lottery pool - the awakening enhancement needle.
The news that Feng Hen had drawn the Disaster Needle in the primary lottery pool spread quickly, like a swarm of locusts, causing a huge sensation.
Countless people were eyeing the disaster needle in his hand. Even though they knew that using it would result in a mortality rate of up to 90%, everyone was still hoping for the best, thinking that they might be the lucky one.
After all, everyone likes to gamble and wants to be the "gambler" who makes a fortune overnight by taking small risks and winning big.
However, Feng Hen did not respond to anyone. He sat there silently, with a look of contemplation and worry in his eyes.
He didn't seem to care about the noise and disputes in the outside world, but was focused on thinking about the disaster needle he had just obtained.
Feng Hen ignored the people in the hall who were trying to buy the Disaster Needle. Their bids gradually rose from the initial 500 million pit coins to 1200 million pit coins, but Feng Hen remained unmoved.
Feng Hen didn't even bother to look at it. He wouldn't let them succeed easily because he knew that the value of this disaster needle was far more than that.
"You want to buy a permanent potion with 500 million coins? That's just a foolish dream!" Feng Hen said to himself with a sneer.
He dared to assert that if this bottle of disaster needle was put up for auction, the starting price would be at least 100 million.
After all, this can make a person like a god of war ten minutes before a battle!
"Ahhh!"
A scream suddenly came from the side. Feng Hen was startled and hurriedly retreated from the dark area, then quickly turned his head to look in the direction of the four people.
It turned out that it was Pan Yuting who was screaming. Her face became very painful, as if she was suffering from great pain.
Although Feng Hen's consciousness was in the dark zone at this time, he was still able to observe the outside world through his own eyes. This ability could be achieved through settings.
"This should be Tingting's last dose of body strength medicine, right? It looks like she's going to do something big this time!"
Feng Hen stared at Pan Yuting closely, and a trace of worry surged in his heart. He looked at her twisted little face, with beads of sweat on her forehead, as if she was in unbearable pain.
"Is Tingting okay?" Feng Hen whispered to himself, his eyes full of concern.
However, at this moment, Leng Ningyan, who was sitting next to Pan Yuting, suddenly cried out in pain. She closed her eyes tightly, frowned, and beads of sweat flowed down her neck, soaking her entire body.
“Ahh! Ahhhhh~”
"This... this..." Feng Hen was about to speak, but was interrupted by what happened next. The remaining two people - Li Zhengyuan and Meng Xin also cried out in pain.
“It hurts!”
“Hmmmm! Aaaaah!”
Feng Hen's eyes widened as he stared at the scene in disbelief. The four people actually shouted at the same time, their voices revealing undisguised pain.
Feng Hen's expression became extremely nervous. He clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with worry.
"It seems that all four of them have randomly reached high values! It lasts for such a long time, as long as we hold on, the rewards we'll get will be infinite." Feng Hen thought to himself, his eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation.
Although he felt that his physical strength seemed to be only 36 at the moment, Feng Hen had a strange self-confidence.
He felt as if he had surpassed the limits of ordinary people and could be compared with a true soldier king. This feeling filled him with strength.
The sound of heavy breathing broke the silence. Meng Xin was the first to open her eyes, with a trace of fatigue and sleepiness on her face.
This is actually normal. After all, she only injected three doses of body strength agents, while the other three injected six doses, which is undoubtedly a huge gap.
"How is it, Mengxin, do you feel okay?" Feng Hen asked with concern, his eyes revealing his worry for her.
"Ah, it's okay... just a little tired. Hey, they haven't finished yet!" Meng Xin looked at the other three in surprise. They still had their eyes closed. Their expressions were still full of pain, as if they were going through a difficult battle.
"How much did you increase in the end? It seemed like you were about to give up. It should be quite high." Feng Hen asked curiously, staring at Meng Xin, trying to find the answer from her expression.
"Yeah, the last body strength meter directly increased my score by 8 points. I was really lucky. But it was really painful. I almost fainted."
Meng Xin smiled charmingly at Feng Hen and leaned forward slightly. She was wearing a thin V-neck shirt, which was soaked with sweat. The neckline was very low, facing the direction of Feng Hen. As long as Feng Hen raised his head slightly, he could take in the beautiful scenery.