Chapter 399: How to own five buildings

The evil Tang Erda leaned against the invisible wall of the prop [Magic Space], lit herself another cigarette with the barrel of the gun that had not yet dissipated its residual heat, lowered her head and took a deep breath through her lungs, then suddenly spoke: "You have not yet escaped from this world line, the situation in this world line is still okay?"

He bit down on his cigarette and paused: " Su Yang is still alive, isn't he?"

"Alive." Tang Erda replied, he was quiet for a moment, "The real world hasn't landed any devastating copies at the moment either, everything's still going well."

The man on the other side of the table was silent for a moment, and snorted, "After all these do-overs, you've finally done it."

"Well done, how did you do it, show me the ropes?"

Tang Erda slowly clutched the barrel of the gun that hung by her thigh and opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the man opposite her caught a glimpse of the pattern on the silver revolver handle Tang Erda was cupping in her hand and his eyes suddenly changed as he turned his head.

He looked up slowly, his dark blue eyes showing a questioning and murderous intent as if he was interrogating a prisoner: "The pattern on the handle of your gun, why did it turn out to be that of a roving circus?"

Without waiting for Tang Erda's answer, he got up and approached Tang Erda, pulling out the gun stuck to his back belt and pointing it at Tang Erda without hesitation, the violence in his eyes barely concealed: "You sold your soul to Bai six ?!"

"He's not Bai six, he's not the same as Bai six." Tang Erda slowly lowered her raised gun, then raised her hands in a gesture of surrender as a gesture of friendship, "The Bai six of this world line is called Bai Liu, the willow of willow, he ......"

"That's how everyone who sells their soul to that guy justifies it." The man across the table gave an unmistakable mocking laugh, "You should know better than I do what it's like to be under that guy's spell."

The man opposite spat out his cigarette, his dark blue eyes hidden in the rising nicotine smoke, and stared straight at Tang Erda as he flicked the safety down: "I'll give you one last chance to defend yourself, what was your reason for selling your soul to Bai Six, and were there any forced circumstances? "

Tang Erda A meal.

He tries to find a reasonable state of affairs to describe the Bai Liu of this world line, to convince his opposite self that Bai Liu would not do that.

Law-abiding? No crime? A law-abiding citizen?

All this Tang Erda knows is not accurate enough, he can feel that deep down Bai Liu is still in that state where he can cross the line at any moment, but somehow Bai Liu has remained in a relatively harmless looking state until now.

And he was convinced, for some reason, that Bai Liu would continue in this state.

Tang Erda took a deep breath and lifted her eyes, "There is no compulsion, I trust him."

The man on the other side of the table sank completely and pulled the trigger, "Then you die."

"BANG--!!!"

Zone D.

Muke cautiously searched the cemetery floor by floor, Bai Liu having sent them a message two hours earlier through his communication device, saying that the search would focus on the central area of the solitary grave and the rotting cemetery.

The solitary tomb Muke did not see, but the rotting cemetery, after two hours of careful searching, Muke finally found it.

He turned over the headstone and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief after seeing the cemetery building access below, where the construction was clearly not complete and the steel was coming out of the wall.

He was worried about the situation of Bai Liu, who was carrying a blood loss buff, and was finally able to complete his mission and meet up with Bai Liu and the others in Area C.

Muke drew the short double knife from his back and held it in his mouth, braced his hands on either side of the entrance to the cemetery and lifted himself deftly over the steel bars in several leaps, approaching the central floor below quickly and smoothly.

At the sight of the huge cemetery room in the centre, clearly built in a different style to the 'incinerator' finish he had seen earlier, Muke's eyes darted up and down on the steel bars, using his toes to leap into the room and then spinning around to the top left corner.

Muke braced his feet and shifted his weight back in a half-crouch on his knees, clinging firmly to the wall like a gecko, his two hands darting away the dagger he had bitten in his mouth, his three fingers extended against the wall, his gaze calmly glancing around the room.

The room is about two hundred square feet and the interior is luxuriously and lavishly decorated, no different from that of a living person, in contrast to the cemetery room next to it, which is only 3-5 square feet. The mahogany tabletop in the very centre is dedicated to a shrine containing a black and white photograph with the cause of death written next to it "died in a car accident].

Beneath the shrine is a porcelain and white urn.

If Bai Liu is correct, the land certificate would have been placed in the urn.

Muke was just about to jump down to reach the urn, his body all but leaning forward, but the movement was abrupt, and he withdrew his three fingers against the wall, glancing down at the belly of his fingers.

There is only a light layer of dust.

There was a subtle sense of strangeness about this room ......, clearly dusty in some places, but thin in others, especially the corner where he had now been, the floor where he had landed earlier, and--

Muke's eyes slowly shift to the mahogany table that houses the shrine - the mahogany table that holds the urn.

If the developer monster in the urn had crawled out then the whole room would not have been so neat and tidy, there would have been obvious lines of dust being dragged off, and there could only be one scenario where the dust was lighter in the path of such a block only approaching the urn -

--Someone had approached the urn in exactly the same way as he had, and had used the dust pushed aside to cover his path of movement.

"Just now noticing?" A cool that sound came from the side, the clear footsteps of someone dragging something heavy along, leather shoes stomping nonchalantly on the wooden floor, "What a disappointing world line, I can't believe I'm so slow to react to my environment."

A delicate man's side face slowly emerges from the dark shadows in the lower left.

"If I met an opponent like me, this reaction speed would be enough for me to kill your president thirteen times."

Muke jumped down from the wall and his pupils clenched the moment he saw the face opposite him.

Across the room stood a much more mature version of him!

This mature version of Muke drags the corpse of a developer monster with one hand, trailing a long bloody trail behind him, and is slightly wider and taller than the current Muke, wearing a close-fitting, waist-length black suit with a light-coloured rose in the right suit pocket.

He wore chain-linked gold-rimmed glasses, chains dangling from his ears, a reverse cross dangling earring that was swinging slightly in his left ear, and was dressed with all the sophistication of some new mall sophisticate who had just stepped off a posh soirée.

This mature version of Muke looked up at the opposite Muke with nothing on his face as he let go of the already killed developer monster and took a folded copy of the land certificate from his trouser pocket and held it up to indicate, "Is this what you came for?"

Muke calmly distances himself from him, the man who looks just like him gives him a dangerous feeling.

This man could never have been made by Bai Liu, because although Bai Liu would not have informed anyone when he made the decision, he would have informed them, the players, of the result of this decision.

So now this is only possible ......

Muke's voice tightened: "Are you something summoned by Yuan Guang's skill?"

"Thing?" The Muke across the table finally looked the younger Muke squarely in the eye, "The only person who has the right to judge me as a thing is my president."

The Muke lifted his jaw with a hint of reserved arrogance, and even the tone of his voice was not too fast or too slow: "Who are you to judge me like that?"

He said, leaning back and releasing his hand as the land certificate slowly floated down to the ground.

Muke stares intently at the land certificate.

While across the room Muke's eyes were fixed on the black dagger in Muke's hand and his face darkened not very kindly, "The president of this world line found you skills?"

Muke was acutely aware of his own emotional ups and downs across the room, his eyes flicked to this Muke's hands, his tail lifted slightly and he asked provocatively in return, "Yeah, what, you didn't?"

Across the room, Muke finally emerged from the shadows completely, noting that he had no weapon in his hand, and that his hand was wrapped in white bandages from his fingers to the wrist where his suit was attached, and in addition to that, his neck was wrapped in bandages several times.

He took one step towards Muke, his eyes obscurely Buming, and while raising his hands flat and slowly and solemnly untying the bandages on his hands from his fingertips, he explained in a soft, unhurried voice.

"The president will not waste any time and energy on a player with no skills, nor will he train such a person because there is no value."

"What has no value is not worthy of survival." The Muke across the table spoke softly, his delicate face a sombre shade of grey in the darkly lit room, "It's as if heart disease can't be present in long-lasting social relationships, it's an axiom of the world, and as a Muke, you should at least know that, right?"

Muke's breathing was two beats faster, but he quickly calmed down and was backing away warily as Muke approached from across the room.

"To be more valuable to the President, to stand on the same league field as him, to win for him as his team member." Across the table Muke lifted his eyes, the bandages that had been untied on both sides sagging down to where his elbows were, "I trained my ass off, I worked my ass off, I killed a lot of players trying to take their skills, but unfortunately either they wouldn't give them to me or they didn't have the skills that the chairman wanted."

"So in the end, I became the only unskilled member of the Wandering Circus Warriors." Muke's bandages finally dragged to the floor and he slowly and methodically straightened them out and placed them on the mahogany tabletop to one side.

All the areas this Muke had hidden under the bandages were exposed and he raised his eyes to look silently at the Muke opposite him, "Do you know how I became?"

Muke's brow furrowed as he looked at the areas he had exposed, no matter how calm he was.

From the fingers to the wrists to the neck, there were all sorts of scars, bruises, scars and gunshot wounds, so dense and shocking that it was not a very pleasant experience to see them on [one's] body.

"All it takes is perfect fighting skills, precise observation of the environment, and anticipation of enemy behaviour, and I'm the chairman's alternate primary attacker." Across from him Muke's tail tone rose pleasantly and he looked at Muke with a cold murderous look in his eyes, "Every time I ended a fight and bruises appeared on me, it was the chairman himself who bandaged me, which meant I had created value for him on the field."

"The more scars I have on me, the more valuable I am to the President."

"And you-"

Opposite, Muke raises his hands, his leather-clad feet spinning on the ground.

Almost instantly, the mature Muke appeared in front of Muke's eyes, raised his hand, grabbed the dagger from Muke's hand and slashed Xiang Muke's neck.

Muke leans back instantly to avoid it, while flipping his palm to recall his weapon in a very quick movement.

[System Alert: Player Muke recalls his skill weapon.

The dagger in Mature Muke's hand looms large, almost disappearing, but it is in the milliseconds before it does so that the man limbers up almost too fast for the system's logical judgement.

At the very moment Muke recalled his skill weapon, this Muke gripped his dagger and backhanded it to make a huge bloody cut on Muke's neck.

The blood spurted out onto the surface of Muke's gold-rimmed glasses.

He lowered his eyes and said in a tone of disgust like no other, "Your mediocrity and incompetence have failed the President's preference for you."

"I will kill you myself, with the dagger he has given me."