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The truth was discovered very early for the players, but it was too late for Wang Ying.

Chi Yiyin's handwriting on the notebook was displayed through the live broadcast. Although the system quietly and cleverly blurred key passages, it finally made the audience suddenly realize what happened here.

It's not a few joking remarks, it's not a rumor that can be handled lightly.

It is a crime that actually happened but was ignored.

In the barrage, some people didn't sigh, and some people didn't care what happened before, urging Chi Yiyin to kill the monster and pass the level.

The different attitudes aroused the anger of the two parties. Before Chi Yiyin and the others in the dungeon made a further reaction, the live broadcast room was already scolding.

But the high-level players who really saw the big from what Chi Yiyin wrote, and understood this copy, sat in front of the screen for a long time in a daze, and finally only sighed.

"Copy indefinitely."

The high-level player shook his head and smiled wryly, finally understanding why the [Qingzhou School Building] in the rainy season is different.

"The sinful carnival of all people, the malice that is condoned and released in the group, the general contagion of the disease, makes everyone forget that they are still individuals. In order to pursue the pleasure of hurting others, they have changed from humans to ghosts."

"Demons dancing wildly, the land abandoned by the gods..."

Someone sighed: "I don't believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world, but at this moment, I suddenly want to believe—I believe that ghosts will take revenge and God will punish them with wrath."

"God created the world in seven days, so the dungeon is limited to seven days, but what if even the gods give up the sinful land?"

"There will be no rules and no future, no time limit, not the mercy of the game field, but the punishment of God..."

But the busiest before the live broadcast was the pair of Red Bird and Jingcha.

Although they didn't enter the dungeon, and even held popcorn and Coke as if watching a movie, when the handwriting on Chi Yiyin's notebook appeared in front of the live broadcast, they all exploded at the same time and took off on the spot.

One rushed to the screen and cursed angrily, and the other ran into the pile of documents and searched frantically.

Jing Cha was so angry that she almost wanted to plunge into the screen, grabbed "Wang Ying" outside the office building and asked her why she didn't take revenge and why she committed suicide—shouldn't she kill her enemy before she dies!

What's the deal with suicide!

It also killed the only person who helped her.

"Is crying useful? Kill! If one hurts you, kill one, and if two harm you, kill two. They are all related to your death, so at worst, kill them all!"

Jingcha hated iron but not steel, so angry that his chest heaved violently, he smashed the marble pillar next to him with one punch, and shocked several rabbits who had been around to chirp and comfort, turned around and ran away.

"…Wait a moment."

Red Bird's expression gradually became serious. He raised his head from the pile of documents and looked at Jingcha who was furious: "It's not like what you said didn't happen."

Jingcha: "?"

"You said, if everyone sins, kill everyone."

Red Bird pursed her lips and looked at the writing on the screen: "I'm afraid that in the truth before the start of the dungeon, someone has already done this. And the person who did this must be related to the rainy season."

"Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why only the rainy season will be an indefinite copy."

The red bird sighed, with complicated eyes: "No matter who the person who did this is, I would like to applaud that person's courage and determination. If that person was in the game field... I dare say, it must be A character who is crazy and cannot be messed with may be promoted to a high-level sequence in the shortest possible time."

Jingcha was very happy that the red bird agreed with her point of view, and nodded in satisfaction.

But then, he realized something belatedly.

"...and then you can switch partners?"

"That's not true. After all, it's just a hypothesis. That person must be a dungeon NPC, and it's impossible for him to be a game player."

As he was talking, Red Bird's voice stopped abruptly, as if the incident he suddenly remembered covered all his thoughts, so serious that he couldn't remember what he just said.

Jingcha was still angry and ready to take the move, but she didn't expect that Red Bird herself was like a stuck tape, and gradually turned into a statue in meditation.

He asked suspiciously, but Red Bird asked him a question: "Do you remember, that intelligence dealer in the black market? The most notorious one, the one who did all kinds of dirty work? What's his name?"

Jing·Tutu No Brain·Three Seconds Memory·Tea: "..."

"Good question, first rule out his name as Jingcha, and then rule out his name as Red Bird."

Jingcha felt wronged: "Why do you have to remember the name of the other party when you pay the money and deliver the goods? Do you need to know the name of the chicken when you eat eggs? Do you know the name of the owner of the convenience store at the door?"

Red Bird: "...Nonsense, do you think I'm you? As long as I have met people, I have files. I know how many beans the bird at Aunt Cleaning's house ate yesterday."

He glanced at Jingcha speechlessly, and suddenly missed the feeling of being able to communicate with another brain when Chi Yiyin was by his side, which was much happier than raising a fool.

The red bird sighed, and inquired in the private post without complaint.

In the field of game field information, reputation is the best passport and currency. Things that cannot be bought with points can be easily obtained with RED's name.

Soon, someone answered RED's question.

"Xu...Li."

Red Bird read the name softly, but there was a subtle tremor in her voice.

Jingcha realized that something was wrong, immediately approached with a serious expression, and asked what happened.

"Do you remember that when Chi Yiyin and his players got together before, two people were missing?"

As soon as Hongniao looked up, she saw Jingcha's confused expression: "...forget it."

"One of them met Chi Yiyin, and it turned out that he was unable to leave because of identity restrictions, that is, the school worker Gan Si. But the other person has never been online, and even the live broadcast has been closed."

Red Bird quickly called up all the live broadcast rooms of this dungeon in the live broadcast hall, only to find that three people had died, and they were all B-level.

Their gloomy live broadcast room made Red Bird stunned for a moment, and then continued to move without pausing, continuing to verify his guess.

"At the beginning, some people speculated that the player should have used rare props to cover up his identity, so before he was discovered, the live broadcast room would be in this semi-closed state. But."

Red Bird hit the Enter key heavily.

Suddenly, the two screens changed at the same time.

On the one hand, Xu Li, a black market intelligence dealer, announces the handover of tasks in the middle of the night. From then on, his partner will inherit everything, and Xu Li himself will retire without restriction.

On one side was the live broadcast room that suddenly lit up after midnight in the live broadcast hall.

The eleventh person who has not shown up...

The popularity of this live broadcast room is very poor. Although it is a live broadcast room for A-level players, there are only a few people coming in and out, and there is not even a basic number of fans.

The conspicuous A-level logo and the number of hundreds of fans following it made Jingcha's eyes widen, and he blurted out "Impossible!"

"A-level judging criteria are extremely harsh, and it can't be accumulated by time or quantity. To become an A-level player is even more difficult than clearing an A-level dungeon."

Jingcha rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and repeatedly confirmed that she was not mistaken: "It's not that I feel superior to this level just because I am A-level, and I don't allow other people to do the same, but the fact is that any A-level All A-level players should be on the list and should be familiar to us."

"But this A-level that suddenly appeared..."

Jing Cha felt that the more she thought, the more messy her thoughts became, like a fur ball played with by bastards, she couldn't sort out her thoughts at all.

Red Bird nodded, and calmly said: "I don't know this A-level either—if saying so can make you feel better."

Jing Cha sneered and shook her head in denial: "Impossible, you just said that you have an impression of anyone, how is it possible..."

"Because he wasn't A-rated when I knew him."

Red Bird looked up at the weird live broadcast room, and said in a serious voice, "There is only one possible explanation for the difference between the level and the number of fans."

"—This person has almost never downloaded a dungeon, but he has cleared several difficult dungeons and found a part of the truth about the game field."

"Only one person has the potential to do that."

Red Bird's face was tense, and it took a while to reveal the name: "Information dealer, Xu Li."

"And the biggest problem, which made me realize something was wrong, was that the name Xu Li did not appear for the first time."

Red Bird said: "Xu Li is an NPC in the copy, and he had a conversation with Chi Yiyin and provided him with important information. He is Wang Ying's boyfriend."

Jingcha's eyes widened, and she looked at Hongniao in astonishment, feeling that her cognition had been refreshed.

But this is not an easy task for the red bird.

It should be said that this was also the first time he knew that a person could be both a player and an NPC at the same time.

Information dealer Xu Li.

This name can be said to be notorious in the game field.

While there are many tipsters on the black market, he is without a doubt the best and most dangerous of them all.

Others may be selling information, but what Xu Li is selling is life.

Some players who survived successfully will finally understand how precious their ID numbers are in the ordeal of death. One of them is to guard against people like Xu Li.

—He collected the ID numbers that the players inadvertently leaked, and then targeted the opponent, collected all the information of the opponent, and filed it into a personal profile.

Then, sell to high-level players.

Red Bird had already said to Chi Yiyin that the game field is the real law of the jungle, where the weak prey on the strong.

The only rule here is to survive.

And in order to survive, for money, many people can risk everything.

Including everything about them as human beings.

One of Chi Yiyin's comments on Jingcha is that he can fight in an upright manner, rather than a mouse peeping and crawling in the gutter.

The Red Bird took it for granted.

At the very least, Jingcha is fighting with its own strength, and many high-level players don't care about using the lives of other players as tools and turning them into one-time shields.

And Xu Li was the one who provided them with tools.

These archived materials will be sold to high-level players in need, and then they will be brought into the dungeon together. When they are in danger or need cannon fodder to do something, they will be manipulated through the identity numbers of these poor players to die.

Many players feel that there are a lot of random events in the game field. For example, they obviously don't want to enter a dungeon, but somehow they are dragged into the dungeon.

They are afraid of random events with a high mortality rate, but they don't know that the real random events only account for a small part, and most of the time... they are just cannon fodder in the hands of high-level people.

"The identity number is also a code. For the system, we are not a real person. Logically, we are just a series of mechanical codes, and all the experiences and information in our life have been written into the code. This string 0 is the fragrance of flowers we have smelled, and this string of 1s is our pain of loss."

Red Bird skillfully entered the black market, quickly traded the trafficked identity code of a player from Xu Li's companion, and then opened the document in front of Jingcha.

After reverse compilation, numbers become programming, and then form words and characters again, and finally, from numbers that machines can understand, to words that humans can understand.

Jingcha, who has always been only responsible for the combat part, is the first time he has seen the work of the Red Bird in its entirety. After staring at the screen for a few minutes, his eyes feel sore, and the coding on the screen makes his brain hurt.

And it was rare for Jingcha to feel that when her partner was sitting in front of the screen...it was scary.

RED, an expert among intelligence experts, has been famous for ten years, and today finally won the respect of his partner with a bunch of abstract numbers.

I don't know if Red Bird would have the heart to beat someone if he heard what Jingcha was thinking now.

"After anyone buys this material, they can make it into a "human skin" and put it on their body, turning themselves into another person."

Red Bird slowly revealed another cruel truth in the game field: "Identity theft."

"Rare props are always rare, how many people can just get props that can perfectly change their identities?"

Red Bird shook his head, and said with a sneer: "Isn't it better to use this method? It's faster, more convenient, and stable. As long as things can be solved with points, why rely on props that gamble on probability?"

"People who have acquired a new identity can start over with another face, while those whose identity has been taken away will become garbage in the game field. It may be cleaned up by the dungeon as redundant operation, or it may be found in the temporary residence Which ditch in the district is rotting."

"Nobody cares about them."

Red Bird stared at the high-speed analysis screen, watching lines of code flash by.

At the very beginning, he actually had doubts about Chi Yiyin, thinking that Chi Yiyin was a high-level player who used his skin to come back again—this is also the judgment of many people on Chi Yiyin until now .

After all, Chi Yiyin's strength really doesn't match his initial rookie level. Many people suspect that he is an old monster with green paint.

Tireless fighters like Jingcha are in the minority after all, and there are even fewer people who can just get props to conceal their identities.

Even if many players didn't get a new human skin, they wouldn't care about buying a mask from an intelligence dealer.

— When you go to a masquerade, how can you not have a mask to hide your real identity?

Red Bird didn't like this kind of behavior, which made him feel disgusted after killing and skinning.

But he also knows that blatantly stopping this kind of thing in a game field where everyone will die at any time is more like condescending and hypocritical kindness-he can't help everyone survive, and, he has Beijing Tea to protect him, others don't .

But patience is not the same as acceptance.

Therefore, when Red Bird discovered that Chi Yiyin was not only an old player wearing a human skin, but a real high-strength rookie, and that he was smart enough to realize the importance of identity code from the very beginning, and after hiding it, Red Bird was extremely happy up.

—When they added communication methods to each other, Chi Yiyin encrypted all the information about herself, using a lot of mathematical characters and logic operations, so that even if the red bird wanted to peep, it would only be blinded.

It was precisely because of this incident that Red Bird unreservedly accepted Chi Yiyin as his companion.

— One is enough for a stupid little ancestor like Jingcha.

He still likes smart people.

"That's what people like Xu Li have been doing."

Looking at the gradually analyzed results, Red Bird laughed mockingly and despised: "I just didn't expect that he could achieve B-level through these deeds."

"B-rank? An intelligence dealer turned out to be a B-rank?"

Jingcha was stunned at first, then realized something was wrong: "Wait! Didn't you just say A-level?"

Red Bird nodded: "Yes. I don't know about this either. There has never been such a thing. A B-level enters a dungeon and becomes an A-level. Unless..."

The two thought of something at the same time, looked at each other in horror, and took a breath: "Unless what the A-level said is not a player rating. It's a dungeon boss level!"

But...how can a player become an instance NPC, or even a BOSS?

Red Bird is 100% sure that Xu Li is a real person, a player.

How did this change come about?

"The [Qingzhou School Building] in the rainy season is indeed scary in a sense."

Jingcha looked at Xu Li's live broadcast screen with complicated eyes.

In the live broadcast room, many bullet screens were calling Xu Li a wimp, and they kept going around the dormitory building, complaining that his live broadcast was boring.

But those who sent out these barrages didn't know that it was this useless man in front of them who indirectly caused tens of thousands of players to be sent to death as cannon fodder. What's more, Xu Li turned out to be an A-level boss in a C-level dungeon...

"Out."

The red bird's voice drew Jingcha's attention back.

The information he bought urgently just now has been completely analyzed, but this is not what he wants.

What Red Bird needs is the redundant code that has not been parsed out.

Xu Li's electronic signature was hidden in those leftover things.

This is the seal of an information dealer, as unique as the company name.

You can also point to other products of this company for Redbird.

People will always habitually rely on the fields they are familiar with.

Xu Li has been operating in the black market for twelve years, and he can be said to be another "red bird" in the black market. When Red Bird first entered the game field and was still ignorant, Xu Li seemed to have understood what he wanted, and worked hard in one direction with a firm goal, accumulating his own strength, and waiting for a certain opportunity to appear.

Many people think that Xu Li is just an information dealer, but this information dealer is about to sell people's death and life with a smile on his face. Anything that exists in anyone's body can be easily sold by him with a clearly marked price.

It can even be said... the entire black market is under Xu Li's control.

He's like a dark version of Red Bird.

But this time, Xu Li suddenly walked into everyone's field of vision from the darkness, and even broke the rules, entering the dungeon as a player after the dungeon started, but his real identity was an A-level boss in a C-level dungeon …

Saying that he has no purpose, Red Bird would never believe it.

This matter must be extremely important to Xu Li, even far surpassing his business in the black market for twelve years.

That being the case, Red Bird believed that he must have also brought "tools" into the arena.

Will a person who sells tools, when he has important things to achieve, stay away from the near future and not use the tools of his "company"?

What Red Bird needs to determine is which of these players in the dungeon is Xu Li's tool.

After comparing the electronic signatures, the most unbelievable answer appeared.

Looking at the several directional codes constantly flashing on the screen, Red Bird's eyes widened, and even his hands were trembling.

Jingcha leaned over and sprayed a mouthful of water on the screen.

"Damn it! Except for Chi Yiyin and the others, everyone is a tool???"

After the initial shock, Jingcha quickly realized the problem: "But Chi Yiyin is not only surrounded by the little **** and the others, but also another stranger, that named Gan Si! Time has become Xu Li's tool, isn't that..."

Next to Chi Yiyin, was a bomb that could explode at any moment?

Jingcha looked worriedly at Chi Yiyin's live broadcast, but apparently, Chi Yiyin hadn't realized this problem, and was still talking with Gan Si calmly.

At this moment, Jingcha was so anxious that she almost wanted to drag Chi Yiyin out of the screen, and shouted at him by pulling his collar—wake up! What you see is not a person, but a bomb!

"The biggest problem now is that I don't know what Xu Li is going to do..."

Red Bird stared at Xu Li's live broadcast room with a frighteningly gloomy expression.

Could it be because of Wang Ying?

What is the relationship between the person who is set to be Wang Ying's boyfriend in the dungeon and Xu Li?

Could this Xu Li be that Xu Li?

"Ancestor, you go and tidy up and get ready to work."

After a brief absence, Red Bird quickly returned to work: "Three people died, and Xu Li's fans in the live broadcast room are less than 10,000..."

He snorted coldly, and his smile was cold and dangerous that Jingcha had never seen before: "Xu Li himself showed us his flaws, either he lost his carefulness and rationality in a hurry, or he invited you into the urn. But, as for which one. "

Hongniao raised her head, looked at Jingcha and said with a smile: "We have to go to a Hongmen banquet before we know what the result will be, don't we?"

Jingcha: "..."

He squeezed out an "um" with difficulty, then turned around and ran away decisively.

When the intelligence officer gets angry, it's really scarier than when the person in charge of the battle gets angry...

During the live broadcast, Xu Li suddenly raised his head and looked in a certain direction with a feeling.

He looked straight out of the screen, as if he was staring at Red Bird from afar.

Xu Li, who was walking in the corridor of the dormitory building, slowly broke into a smile.

Don't, come, hit, disturb me.

He turned towards the screen, mouthing silently and slowly.

But that was not a negotiation or a pleading, but more like a silent deterrent.

The torrential rain covered all voices calling for help. This is his revenge game field, and no one can stop his revenge.

The red bird narrowed his eyes and sneered in his heart.

"It's not me who wants to disturb you."

Even though Xu Li couldn't hear it, the red bird still murmured in a low voice, as if it was the last mercy to the dying person, telling him all the truth so that he could gain the final peace.

"You messed with the wrong person, Xu Li, why don't you say that you are unlucky... If you didn't bump into him in the [Qingzhou Academy] during the rainy season, you will indeed get your wish, but."

Red Bird turned to look at Chi Yiyin's live broadcast, and looked coldly at "Bomb" Gan Si who was still beside Chi Yiyin, and the two were exchanging information about Wang Ying.

"You'd better pray that you don't meet Chi Yiyin."

"It's never me who will disturb you. It's you, if you block his way."

Red Bird's eyes were pitiful: "Seek good fortune for yourself."

During the live broadcast, Xu Li repeatedly walked in the empty corridor.

But in the dungeon, in the corridor where Xu Li was standing, there were bodies lying all over the place.

The ax in his hand was still dripping blood, the blood flowed down the black raincoat, and finally pooled into a pool of blood on the floor of the corridor, reflecting his silent and gloomy face.

Xu Li had a clean and handsome face, but he was overwhelmed by the heavy death in his eyes, like a white paper fell into a mud ditch and couldn't get out again.

But he wasn't about to crawl out.

Xu Li turned around slowly and looked at the bedrooms on both sides.

Behind the door of the dormitory that was cut open by the axe, there were still a few boys trembling. They looked in horror at the roommate whose neck had been cut off in the corridor. They were so frightened that their vocal chords didn't know where they went, they only knew once. Begging for mercy, begging this terrifying killer to spare his life.

"I let you go."

Xu Li's voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper: "Will someone let them go?"

"They begged you like that, didn't they? They begged you, they were crying, they were struggling. And then."

Xu Li smiled, but his eyes were full of hatred: "How did you do it? Did you let them go?"

"Then, it's not our fault!"

Someone retorted angrily: "Who told them to go out in the rainy day, isn't it just to encounter this kind of thing? They seduced them on their own initiative, and it's not my fault!"

The other roommates beside him were full of horror, they didn't dare to join in, they just shrank to the side desperately.

The man regretted what he said impulsively - not what he said, but seeing the ax that was still dripping blood in Xu Li's hand.

The dozen or so people in the corridor died under this axe.

After curfew, it was already time to go to bed. Without internet and chatting, many people were so bored that they didn't intend to stay up late and went to bed early.

But when they were half asleep, they heard voices from outside.

It was as if a group of beasts ran into the corridor of the dormitory building, running, roaring, struggling, and fighting.

The commotion was so loud that people couldn't sleep.

Some dormitories impatiently opened the door to scold people, but they didn't expect a head to fly in front of them and landed in their arms.

When he lowered his head but stared at a **** head that was dying, he was so frightened that he stood dumbfounded at the door. The warm blood soaked through his pajamas, stuck to his skin sticky, and quickly lost temperature under the cold wind on a rainy night, making him shiver.

When the fear was at its extreme, he couldn't even utter a single syllable, as if his vocal cords had been torn off by a devil, and he could only watch helplessly as the man in the poncho with the ax slowly walked towards him, and every footprint he made was covered with blood. .

You take the head of a sinner, and you are one of the accomplices. For fear of being retaliated by the sinner, you lied that you saw nothing next to the auditorium.

The poncho man leaned over and asked him.

Can you sleep without justice for the tragedy of dozens of girls with your false testimony?

What he blurted out was only one sentence.

"It's none of my business! I don't know them."

But the man in the poncho was not angry, but smiled and said, then let you get to know them—in hell.

Immediately, the ax was raised high.

It fell again.

"Puff—!"

Blood splatter.

The entire dormitory building was full of wailing and blood, as if **** had descended and Satan had taken people's lives.

Xu Li, who was wearing a poncho, walked calmly, and the sound of the ax cutting into the flesh became a nightmare for many people.

"What are you afraid of?"

He laughed: "If you didn't perjure, if you didn't tell a lie, if you didn't stand by and do nothing, if you weren't involved, if you were part of the perpetrator...why should you be afraid?"

"Even **** will only punish the guilty. But you are reaching out to the innocent."

He sighed and asked: "Who is hell?"

In the past, the high-ranking perpetrators were terrified, knelt on the ground and kowtowed their heads, saying that they would never do it again, and only wanted to spare their lives.

But before Xu Li could speak, another soft female voice appeared.

"late."

Xu Li turned around, and saw a barefoot girl standing in a pool of blood at the end of the corridor.

The girl in the white skirt hugged the blood-stained bear, smiling sweetly and cutely. She stared at Xu Li for a long time, tilted her head, and said, "Whether it's you or him, it's too late."

Chi Wanwan lightly stepped across the blood on the floor, as if it was just a red carpet under her feet, preventing the sins of the world from turning into dust and blood and staining her ankles.

"In order to protect her, my Yunyu died, so I know that everyone in the world is guilty."

Chi Wanwan laughed heartily: "No one, no one saves us! When we need help, no one saves me, so I can only save myself and others. Save... Yunyu."

"I made a deal with the gods."

She said softly: "I exchange the souls of all sinners for a pure white soul. In the flames, the sinners will die, and my Yunyu—she will be reborn."

Xu Li looked at Chi Wanwan in astonishment, and then realized something.

At the same time, along with the blood all over the ground, the fire suddenly blazed, sweeping across the entire dormitory building with an irresistible momentum, but in the blink of an eye, this place has already turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Everyone was howling, and people in every dormitory were rushing out desperately, trying to escape the flames and save their lives.

But the flame seemed to be alive, chasing after it, and quickly engulfed it.

Heart-piercing screams echoed repeatedly, red tongues licked the world, and death was inevitable.

But Xu Li didn't make any resistance.

The ax fell from his hand with a loud sound.

And he raised his hand, and slowly took off the poncho, revealing his face.

Xu Li looked at Chi Wanwan with complicated eyes, but turned a blind eye to the flames that had burned to his feet.

"I know you, you are Chi Wanwan."

Lin Yunyu protects Wang Ying, while Chi Wanwan protects Lin Yunyu.

This world snatched Lin Yunyu from Chi Wanwan in the name of crime, and then Chi Wanwan became a "god" and judged the world with sin.

Xu Li lowered his head weakly, like a sinner in despair and pain, he took the initiative to walk into the cross in the flames, willing to atone for all his mistakes.

"If at that time, I found Wang Ying's abnormality, I would have paid more attention. If I asked one more question, if I insisted on sending her back to the dormitory on that day, it would be fine."

Xu Li murmured in a dazed voice: "If I had made a different choice, wouldn't it be... nothing happened to her, and she wouldn't be like that in the end."

Standing in front of Chi Wanwan, Xu Li looked like a confused child, not as dangerous and gloomy as he was in front of Red Bird, nor was he the dark man who controlled the black market in the playground.

He's just a guy who's done something wrong and can't make it up.

I lost everything I loved, and even the world collapsed, and I had nothing to love anymore.

Every minute and every second of living, there is only pain and hatred filling my chest, and every breath seems to carry the smell of blood, which is a desperate cry from the soul.

Xu Li muttered in a low voice, his body slowly slid down, and he knelt down in a pool of blood and flames.

Flames enveloped him.

But the strange thing is that the flames didn't even hurt a little bit of his hair and clothes, more like burning the pool of blood under him.

It was the blood of the man he hacked to death.

Seeing this scene, Chi Wanwan frowned, and after a short thought, she suddenly realized: "I've seen you."

"You have left the flame, you have been acquitted. But you have returned, to our world."

Chi Wanwan asked calmly, "Why?"

why…

Xu Li smiled slowly: "Because of this world."

"There is her."

…

"You know about the twelve-year cycle, right?"

Gan Si said to Chi Yiyin: "This year is the twelfth year of the game field, and all the high-level players are saying in private that this year is not easy, it is a year of catastrophe, and there will be drastic changes. Everything in the game field will undergo terrifying changes, and if you get through it, maybe it will be a new world."

"I'm taking it with a grain of salt. But one thing is true."

Gan Si shrugged his shoulders and said, "The [Qingxi School Building] in the rainy season of the twelfth year is at the right time, place and people. It is the last illusion that rises before everything is destroyed. It allows you to enter a place deep enough to see To the truth of the copy and the game field."

"That's the reason why we formed a team to enter [Qingxi Academy Building] this time, because it is very likely that the reality is projected into the game field, presenting all the truths of the year without any changes in front of us."

"So, Brother Chi, if you want to draw any conclusions, you must first consider one thing."

Gan Si's expression was serious, he half leaned on the desk and lowered his head, approached Chi Yiyin and lowered his voice, "Is there any logic in your conclusion that also works in the original incident?"

Chi Yiyin quietly watched Gan Si who was close at hand, then smiled and stretched out a finger, not concealing her dislike for other people approaching, and pushed him away.

"Sorry, you're polluting my air. And."

Chi Yiyin looked down at her notebook.

All the handwriting he had just written on it remained clearly on the paper.

And he is still alive and well, without any signs of being backlashed.

Gan Si didn't know that Chi Yiyin was an awakened person, but Chi Yiyin felt that the thing Gan Si didn't know the most was—

To what extent will the maliciousness of the group be spread.

A person will feel scared walking in the crowd, but what about two people in company? How about three or four, or even a small group?

People have a false sense of strength and support, and become arrogant, dangerous, and arrogant.

They will feel that as long as they have enough numbers, no one can do anything to them, the whole street is their territory and brothers, no matter what they do, they can be tolerated.

If one person feels uneasy doing something bad, what about dozens of people doing the same thing?

Their guilt is diluted and even self-forgiving.

They'll feel -- look, I'm not the only one doing this, everyone is the same, even I'm a lot kinder than the other guys.

So I'm not wrong, I'm even a good person.

Why?

Because I'm not the worst, I should be forgiven.

can be criminalized,