Survival: Pulling Out Grass from a Grave, I Actually Traveled Through Time

I am an ordinary homeless person. Drinking with friends, losing in a game, choosing a big adventure. They actually asked me to pull out the grave head*. This scared me half to death. The most terrible thing is. Pull out a grave*. I actually traveled to a real-life survival game. Only thirty-five people out of a hundred can advance to the second round. The second round turned out to be even more cruel... Killing. Task. Friend. Enemy. There are no eternal friends in this world. Anyone can stab you in the back. There is only one thing you need to do. Kill everyone. In the end, he became the only one who survived... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.