Chapter 10: Thank you Fu Wenduo ~!

The road from Suzhou to Shanghai was really jammed with traffic. Tang Mo got out of the car twice before we even got onto the highway, pushing the traffic out of the way and making way for the traffic jam.

Yes, he pushed all these cars away by himself.

After The black tower incident, Tang Mo had already discovered that he was physically and psychologically improved beyond his psychic abilities.

On the one hand, there is a change in physical condition. Strength becomes greater, eyesight improves, recovery is enhanced and the skin becomes hard as iron.

When Tang Mo was fooling Qian Sankun into letting him go to the trunk to get his clothes, he deliberately tested the hardness of his skin with the trunk latch. The sharp latch cut through the palm of his hand, one of the most delicate areas of skin on the body, without leaving a single cut or even a painful sensation. That's why Tang Mo was so determined to fight back against Qian Sankun. Because of his improved physical condition, Qian Sankun's stab at his calf failed to penetrate his bones, leaving only a bloody mark.

The other side of the coin is psychological improvement.

Tang Mo has never won a single third-rate student award since he was a child, but he has never done anything bad either. He didn't even bother to cheat in exams.

It was the first time he had ever killed anyone.

Even if he was fighting back in self-defence and accidentally killed Qian Sankun by mistake, he had killed someone.

But apart from that moment of panic and overwhelm, he quickly calmed down and thought about what to do next.

He wasn't sure if he had become cold-blooded because of his sudden physical change or if he was just like that himself.

Tang Mo glanced at the book on the passenger seat with his eyes, turned his gaze away, looked calmly ahead and continued driving.

The hour-long drive was made infinitely longer by the need to clear the road. The sky is white as a fish's belly, and Tang Mo has just entered the Shanghai border, before it even gets off the highway. Two kilometres from the toll booth, seven cars rear-ended each other, blocking the highway.

Tang Mo gets out of the car and starts pushing the cart.

"Crunch-"

The sound of tyres scraping on the ground was clear and loud on the empty, deserted highway. The seven cars had been rear-ended so badly that the four cars in front of them had been crushed into pancakes, knocking the fence in the middle of the highway upside down. Tang Mo moved the cars one by one from back to front, and after half a day's effort, he finally reached the first one.

"Or a luxury car?" Tang Mo gave a laugh.

The first car was a Maserati sports car, its fiery red body now torn apart by the impact. After all, it was a luxury car, and even after being hit like this, the tyres remained embedded in the wheels and didn't roll around.

Tang Mo pushed the Maserati open with great effort as the cold autumn wind blew. As he is about to pull open his own door, he suddenly stops moving and turns to stare: "Who?"

In reply he was answered by the sound of rustling wind.

Without opening the door, Tang Mo stood by the car, his fingers pressed to the match tattoo on his wrist, and coldly asked again, "Who's there?"

Still no one appears.

Tang Mo was in no hurry as he took one step towards the Maserati that had been pushed out of the way. His steps were light, his body tense, alert to any possible change. His hand was pressed against the scrapped body of the Maserati and he was about to pull it away when suddenly a trembling voice rang out, "Don't, I ...... I'll get out, I'll get out myself. I mean no harm."

Tang Mo looked up at the young man who had stepped out from behind the Maserati.

It was a dark-haired young man, visually estimated at 180 in height, wearing a thin white shirt and jeans underneath. His clothes were scratched and torn and stained with blood, and he had several wounds on his body, but they were scarred and no longer bled.

The man's lips were frozen purple in the cold wind and he shivered as he raised his hands and stepped out from behind the car, looking at Tang Mo in horror.

"I'm the owner of this cart, and I mean no harm. I saw you pushing the cart earlier, and if I was going to attack you, I would have done it while you were pushing it earlier."

Tang Mo looked at him, scanned him for a moment and said, "How come I didn't notice you when I was pushing the cart earlier?"

The youth said, "I was just hiding under the highway. It was too cold here, but there was a lot of grass there, so it was a little warmer. I was driving from Nanjing to Shanghai yesterday morning, and when I got to Shanghai, all the cars behind me crashed into me for some reason. I woke up and found myself thrown out of the car window, but I didn't die. Then I found out ......" a hint of fear crossed his face, "I found that there was no one in any of the cars that had rear-ended me, not even a drop of blood!"

Tang Mo looked at him faintly, not letting his guard down, and said, "They've disappeared. The black tower announced that when the game started, you were probably in a coma because of a car accident. Now there are less than half a billion people left in the world, and everyone else ......" Tang Mo reached out, gesturing to the vehicles that had rear-ended him, "has somehow disappeared, just like them."

The young man's eyes widened in fear and he shivered in the cold wind. He looked at the cars that were tailgating him and then at Tang Mo and whispered, "My home is in Shanghai, you are going to Shanghai, right, you ...... can you take one of me with you? I just saw that you are very strong and can push all these cars away. You can take me for a ride, I'll pay you when I get back, I'll give you as much as you want."

Tang Mo laughed softly at these words.

The youth looked at him at a loss for words.

Tang Mo said, "I'm going to Shanghai and it's okay to take you for a ride. But do you think money is still useful in this world now?"

The young man was stunned in place, his face gradually turning white, as if he then understood what kind of world he was about to face.

Tang Mo got into the car and the youth got into the passenger seat. Without moving, Tang Mo removes the book from the car seat and places it on the inside of his seat. The book slowly disappeared as soon as he put it down. Tang Mo is surprised for a moment, but soon regains his composure and takes the young man with him on the drive to Shanghai.

"My name is Li Wen." Wrapping up tightly in a jacket Tang Mo had lent him, the youth shivered and said, "Thank you really. I had just woken up less than two hours ago and had run to the toll booth up ahead, but there was no one there. I didn't know what to do so I went back to my car and it wasn't long before I saw you. You were really strong. I had my windbreaker in the car but it was flattened and I couldn't get it out and almost froze to death."

"My name is Tang Mo." Tang Mo asked, seemingly casually, "Aren't you very strong?"

Li Wen shook her head: "It shouldn't be very big, anyway, there's no way to push those carts and get my trench coat out."

"But you're not dead, are you?"

Li Wen looked blankly at Tang Mo at his words.

Tang Mo drove with one hand and said faintly, "You survived a car accident of that magnitude without missing an arm ...... don't you think, something is very wrong?"

Li Wen is frozen.

Tang Mo didn't say anything more, and Li Wen also kept his head down and didn't know what he was thinking. But his expression showed on his face, and Tang Mo took a glance at him and knew that he must be thinking about what had happened to his body and how he had recovered so well and was still alive.

Tang Mo seems to be driving with ease, but in fact his attention is always on Li Wen.

In times like these, it is safest to be alone, but it is even better to have a companion. Like him, Li Wen must have been involved in some kind of The black tower game and survived to win. Tang Mo wouldn't dare take such a man lightly. But from what he's just seen, Li Wen seems to be a really dumb rich kid, not much of a threat.

And if you really let the other guy stay stupid on the highway, Tang Mo really thinks ...... the guy might have to get himself killed.

Li Wen: " Tang Mo, can you tell me what exactly was announced in The black tower while I was unconscious?"

Tang Mo gives a brief account of the events at The black tower.

"Are you going to Shanghai to see your relatives? I know Shanghai well, do you need help?" Li Wen asked.

Tang Mo has been to Shanghai several times, but he is not a local, so it is difficult to find someone. He said, "I'm going to the city to look for a student. I only know her name and I'm going to look for her file at the school first, and then at her home if she's not there." If neither place was there, then there was nothing he could do. It was the only thing he could do for the Shriner.

Tang Mo didn't say that he was still planning to go to his best friend; everyone has to be reserved and he hadn't yet pushed his heart out to Li Wen.

Li Wen said: "City North Science? That's in the Jing'an district, my family is in the Jing'an district, I went to school there in junior high school. I'll go with you, it's convenient."

Tang Mo looked at Li Wen with an odd expression.

Is this a real lack of heart, or is he so deep in the city that it's hard to figure out what he's thinking?

Tang Mo thought about it and decided that it was most likely the former.

Li Wen is much warmer and more talkative with her coat on.

"We'll get off the highway and pass through the city's North Riding first. When we get there we'll go in first and look for someone. Do you know which class the little friend is in? It would be better if we knew the class, and it would be better to find the file."

Tang Mo: "I only know her name. By the way, she's in her first year."

Li Wen nodded, "It's better to know it's the first year."

After a few more words, Li Wen hesitated for a moment, but could not resist asking, "Can I ask, Tang Mo, do you know what is going on with ...... The black tower? Why did some people disappear and some did not?"

After all this talk, in the end it just comes down to asking this question.

Li Wen has been in a coma since the accident, missing a whole day and a lot less information than Tang Mo. He helped Tang Mo, partly to thank him for taking him back to Shanghai, and partly to get information about his current situation.

But the fact that he asked means that he probably hasn't played The black tower game.

Tang Mo frowns slightly.

Can people who aren't in the game survive? He pursed his lips and thought for a moment about how to answer Li Wen. But just as he was about to open his mouth, a loud and cheerful song rang out across Shanghai.

"Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you

Let's all say thank-you

We will all say thank-you

On this special day!"

After the bright female voices, a chorus of children's voices rises. The cheerful, joyful song is out of place in the dead city, but it goes on and on. Tang Mo brakes straight away and Li Wen looks up in horror at the huge The black tower hovering above downtown Shanghai.

After the song "Thanksgiving", the colourful glow on The black tower disappears. Tang Mo holds his breath as he looks at The black tower.

Then just listen to -

"Dingdong! China 1 stowaway Fu Wenduo has successfully opened the first level of The black tower, three minutes later, all China players will start attacking the tower!"

"Dingdong! China Zone 1 stowaway Fu Wenduo successfully opened ......"

"Dingdong! China Zone 1 stowaway Fu Wenduo ......"

The black tower broadcasted the message three times for the first time.

Tang Mo's eyes widened as the words "Start attacking the tower" echoed in his ears. The next moment, his eyes suddenly went black and he plunged downwards.

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The author has something to say.

The black tower ：Thank you Fu Wenduo ~! The black tower: Thank you Fu Wenduo ~!

Tangtang: Who is Fu Wenduo !!! I'm going to chop him to death (╬￣皿￣)凸 !

Fu Wenduo: ...... #my daughter-in-law is going to chop me to death what should I do online etc anxious #