I Became a God in a Horror Game: 399、How to own five buildings
The evil man leaned against the invisible wall of [Magic Space], an invisible prop, lit a cigarette for himself with the barrel of the gun that had not dissipated the heat, and lowered his voice. Taking a deep breath with his head crossed his lungs, he suddenly said, "You haven't escaped from the first world line, and the situation on the second world line is still okay?"
He bit the cigarette holder and paused: "Is Su Chou still alive?"
"Live." Tang Yu typed to answer, he was quiet for a while, "there is no destructive dungeon landing in the real world, everything is passable."
The person on the other side was silent for a while, then sneered: "It's been so many times, you finally did it."
"Good job, how to do it, give me guidance?"
Tang Yuta slowly clenched the barrel of the gun hanging by his thigh, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, the person opposite him glanced around and saw Tang Yu Squeezing the pattern on the top of the silver □□ handle in his hand, he turned his head and paused, his eyes suddenly changed.
He raised his head slowly, his dark blue eyes showed a kind of questioning and murderous intent as if he was torturing a prisoner: "The pattern on the handle of your gun, how has it changed? Wandering circus pattern?"
Without waiting for Tang Yuda to answer, he got up and approached Tang Jida, pulled out the gun stuck in his waist belt and pointed it at Tang Yuda without hesitation, his eyes were almost violent Can't hide it: "You actually sold your soul to Bai Liu?!"
"He's not Bai Liu, he's different from Bai Liu." Tang Dada slowly lowered his raised gun, then raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender to show his friendliness, " The first world line, Bailiu, is called Bailiu, and willow trees are called willows, he..."
"Everyone who sells their soul to that guy will justify in this way." The opposite person showed a very mocking smile, "You should know better than me how to be bewitched by that guy What does it look like."
On the opposite side, he spit out the cigarette **** in his mouth, his blue eyes were hidden in the rising nicotine smoke, and he stared straight at it. Press the safety lock: "I'll give you one last chance to argue. You sold your soul to Bai Liu. What is the reason? Is there any forced situation?"
Tang beat me up.
He tried to find a reasonable state to describe the world line Bai Liu, to convince the opposite party that Bai Liu would not do that.
Abiding by the law? Will not commit a crime? Law-abiding citizens?
Everything Tang Yu knows is not accurate enough, he can feel that deep in Bai Liu's heart, he is still in the state of being able to cross the line at any time, but he doesn't know why? Now, even Bai Liu has maintained a relatively harmless state.
And he didn't know why, he was convinced that Bai Liu's state would last forever.
Tang took a deep breath and raised his eyes: "I'm not forced, I trust him."
The expression on the other side's face sank completely, and he pulled the trigger: "Then you die."
"Boom!"
D area.
Mu Ke carefully searched the cemetery floor by floor. Bai Liu sent them a message through the communication device two hours ago, saying that they should focus on the central area of the cemetery.
Muke did not see the single tomb, but Muke finally found it after two hours of careful searching in the Tanweilou Cemetery.
He turned over the tombstone, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after seeing that the construction below was obviously not completed, and the passageway of the cemetery was pierced through the steel bars in the wall.
Finally, he was able to complete the task and go to area c to meet Bai Liu and the others. He was very worried about Bai Liu's situation with a blood loss buff.
Muke drew out the short pair of knives on his back and put them in his mouth, put his hands on the two places at the entrance of the cemetery, raised his body and dexterously jumped on the steel bars a few times, and quickly and smoothly moved to the center floor below. near.
When he saw the huge cemetery room with an obvious architectural style in the center, which was completely different from the "incinerator" he saw before, Mu Ke's eyes paused, and he stepped on the steel bar with his toes and quickly went down. , jumped into the room with his strength, then turned around and jumped to the upper left corner.
Muke spread his feet, shifted his body weight back and squatted on his knees, and was firmly attached to the wall like a gecko. He quickly pulled away the dagger in his mouth with both hands, stretched Putting his fingers against the wall, he looked around the room calmly.
The room is about 200 square meters. The interior decoration is luxurious and luxurious, just like a living room. It is in sharp contrast with the cemetery room next to it, which is only 3-5 square meters. The most central one On the mahogany tabletop is a shrine enshrined, and inside the shrine is a black and white photo, next to it is written "Death in a car accident".
Under the shrine is a porcelain white urn.
Guo Bailiu speculated that it was correct, the land certificate should be placed in the ashes urn.
Mu Ke just wanted to jump down to reach the urn, his body leaned forward, but his movements suddenly stopped, he retracted his fingers against the wall, and cast a glance at himself Finger pulp.
Only a light layer of dust.
This room... has a subtle sense of strangeness. It is obvious that some places are very dusty, but some places are very thin, especially the corner where he has stayed now, and he has settled down before Through the ground, and—
Mu Ke's eyes slowly shifted to the mahogany table in the altar of offerings——the mahogany table for the urn.
If the developer monster crawled out of the ashes urn, then the whole room will not be so tidy, there must be obvious lines of dust being dragged off, which is only blocky There can only be one situation where the dust on the path near the urn is relatively shallow——
——That is, someone approached an urn with the same method as him, and used the dust to push away the side to cover his own path of action.
"Did you notice it now?" A cold voice came from the side, someone dragged something heavy, and the leather shoes stepped on the wooden floor unhurriedly There was a clear sound of footsteps, "It's really disappointing World Line, my reaction speed to the environment is so slow."
In the dark shadows on the lower left, a delicate male profile slowly emerges.
"If you meet an opponent like me, this reaction speed is enough for me to kill your president ten times."
Muke jumped off the wall, and his pupils constricted for a moment when he saw the face on the other side clearly.
Standing across from him is a man who is not familiar with him!
A familiar version: Mu Ke dragged the corpse of a developer monster with one hand, and dragged a long bloodstain behind him. His shoulder width and height are bigger than now Mu Ke is slightly wider and taller, wearing a black suit with a close-fitting waist, and a light-colored rose in the right suit pocket.
He wears gold-rimmed glasses on a chain. The chain hangs down from his ears. On his left ear is a slightly shaking reverse cross pendant earring. Walking down from the night banquet of a wealthy family, the shopping mall is very expensive.
A familiar version of Mu Ke looked up at the opposite Mu Ke without any expression on his face, he let go of the developer monster that had been killed, and pulled his pants He took out a folded land certificate from his pocket and held it up to signal: "Are you looking for one?"
Mu Ke calmly distanced himself from him, a person who looked like him gave him a very dangerous feeling.
It is absolutely impossible for Bai Liu to come up with it, because when Bai Liu makes a decision, although he will not inform anyone, he will definitely inform them, some team members, of the decision lead to a result.
So now, this situation can only be...
Mu Ke's voice tensed: "Are you the thing summoned by Yuan Guang's skill?"
"Things?" Mu Ke on the opposite side finally took a look at the young Mu Ke, "I have the right to judge my kin through things, only my guild president."
This Muke raised his jaw slightly, showing a little reserved and arrogant, even speaking in a neither fast nor slow tone: "What are you, how dare you judge me?"
He said , leaned back and let go, and the land certificate slowly fell to the ground.
Mu Ke stared closely at the land certificate.
On the other hand, Mu Ke's eyes were fixed on the black dagger in Mu Ke's hand, and his face darkened unfriendly: "The president of the world line will find you skills?”
Mu Ke was keenly aware of his emotional ups and downs on the other side, he turned his eyes to Mu Ke's hand, raised his tail slightly, and asked provocatively: "Yes, why, Don't you?"
Muke on the opposite side finally came out completely out of the shadow treatment. Muke noticed that he didn't have any weapons in his hand, and his fingers were all covered with white bandages to the place covered by the suit. It was so tightly wrapped that even the neck was covered with bandages.
He walked towards Muke step by step, his eyes were dim, and while raising his hands, his fingertips slowly and solemnly opened the bandages on his hands, while explaining softly:
"The president will not waste any time and energy on a player who has no skills, nor will he cultivate such a player, because it is of no value."
"Things that are worthless are not worthy of survival." Mu Ke on the opposite side said softly, his delicate face had a gray tone and gloomy feeling in the dimly lit room, "It's like It’s a truth that heart disease cannot appear in long-term social relationships, it’s an axiom of the world, as Muke, you should at least know this, right?”
Muke's breath was two beats faster, but he quickly calmed down. He stepped back vigilantly as Mu Ke's approached him.
"In order to be more valuable to the president, stand on the same league field as the president and be his team member so that he can win." Muke on the opposite side rolled his eyelids , the bandages on both sides drooped to the position of his elbow, "I trained desperately, worked hard, I killed many players and wanted to take their skills, but why they don't want to Give me, why are their skills not what the president wants."
"So in the end, I found an unskilled player." Mu Ke finally dragged the bandage to the ground, and all the areas he hid under the bandage were exposed, and he looked up quietly Across from Mu Ke, "Do you know how I ?"
Muke looked at the areas exposed by him, no matter how calm he was, his brows furrowed.
From the fingers to the wrists and then to the neck, there are all kinds of scars, blue and purple intertwined, knife scars and gun marks, densely packed, shocking, I saw something appearing on [my] body It's really not a very pleasant experience.
"As long as you have perfect fighting skills, accurate observation of the environment, and predictions about the enemy, I am the president's alternative attacker." Uplifted happily, he saw a cold killing intent in Mu Ke's eyes, "Every time after a battle, there are scars on my body, the president personally bandaged me, means that I am on the court, and he created value."
"The more scars I have on my body, the more valuable I am to the president."
"And you—"
Muke on the opposite side raised his hands, and he put on his leather shoes and spun his feet on the ground to exert force.
In almost an instant, a familiar Mu Ke appeared in front of Mu Ke's eyes, raised his hand and snatched the dagger from Mu Ke's hand, and slammed it at Mu Ke's neck cross out.
Muke instantly leaned back to dodge, and at the same time flipped his palm extremely quickly to recall the weapon.
[System prompt: Player Mu Ke recalled his own skill weapon. 】
The dagger in Shu Muke's hand was looming, almost disappearing, but it took a few milliseconds before it disappeared, and the speed of this body was almost so fast that it surpassed the logic of the system judge.
At the moment when Mu Ke recalled the skill weapon, another Mu Ke held the dagger and drew a huge bloodstain on Mu Ke's neck with his backhand.
Blood spattered out and splattered on the surface of a wooden pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
He lowered his eyes and said in an unprecedented disgusted tone: "You are mediocre and incompetent, and you have failed the president's preference for you."
"I personally use the dagger he bestowed on me to kill you."