Chapter 22: Dear Uncle Mario, is there really a pass grid?

The middle-aged woman clutches the huge dice, trembling, her eyes red. She sits on the floor, crumbling, looking at Mario standing on the stage and hesitating to roll the dice.

Mario asked her with concern: "My sweet child, what's the matter with you, why don't you roll the dice?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Mario in horror.

Mario's voice snapped cold: "Don't you want to play games with Uncle Mario anymore? Hmm?"

The middle-aged woman cried out in fear and subconsciously threw the dice. The large dice spun around three times on the floor and landed slowly on a three. The middle-aged woman cries out in fear and almost crawls, running to the 20th square where Tang Mo is standing. Mario laughs as he watches her crawl across the floor.

Then there was the bald man.

When he picked up the dice, it was not only him who was scared, but also the middle-aged woman.

The bald man is now standing in square 19, about to start his fifth roll of the dice. The middle-aged woman has just run into square 20, where Tang Mo was already, and they are now two people standing in square 20. However, as Tang Mo has only reached his fourth turn, the "Who wants to share your misery" effect is not triggered.

But if the bald man rolls a 1 this time, he will walk into 20 squares. Tang Mo is unaffected, but he faces a seven level penalty grid with the middle-aged woman.

Sweat began to break out on the bald man's head. He raised his sleeve nervously and wiped the sweat from his face, his legs shaking like chaff. The middle-aged woman also sat on the floor, looking at the big dice in the bald man's hand with hope in her eyes, as if she were praying.

"Don't be 1 point ...... no!" The bald man yelled, closing his eyes and throwing the dice.

Dang!

The dice fall to the ground and he opens his eyes.

Positive 3 points.

The balding man's whole body went limp and his footsteps faltered as he made his way to frame 22.

While these two men were scared, the third beer-bellied man who rolled the dice looked much more confident. Clutching the dice, he yelled fearlessly, "I don't believe it, I'm so unlucky. How can I roll a 1 and a 3, for sure!" He was not afraid, but the middle-aged woman and the bald man standing in front of him looked at him nervously.

Tang Mo looked at the beer-bellied man standing in frame 19. He glanced down at the other man's hand holding the dice, only to see that the man's hands were so stiff that he could barely hold the dice, clearly putting on a show of composure.

The beer-bellied man took a deep breath and suddenly rolled the dice. The dice spun in the air, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at them. When the dice landed, revealing the number of points on the front, he ran up to the 21st frame with a ragged breath covered in sweat.

The fourth and fifth dice rollers will have a slightly easier time. They are at the end of the group, farther apart from the others, because one of them is on square 15 and the other on square 14.

The fourth middle-aged man rarely speaks and has the least presence of the eight. Tang Mo recalls that his name is Zhao Guo. The name also sounded ordinary. He took the dice and rolled them with a pale face. When he saw the number 1 point on the dice, he heaved a sigh of relief and went to the 16th frame.

The fifth person to roll the dice is a young man. He appears to be boyfriend and girlfriend with the sixth young woman, one standing at the end of the line on square 14 and the other at the front of the line on square 22.

The young man wasn't really under any particular pressure, he was in no danger as long as he didn't roll a 2 point. Finally he stood on the 18th frame and it was the young woman's turn.

Of all the people, this woman is the most relaxed. She was standing just two compartments in front of Tang Mo. She was holding the giant dice and kept chanting, "Six, six, it's got to be six."

Tang Mo raises his eyebrows lightly.

Dang!

The dice land on the ground with 5 points on the front.

Even if it wasn't 6 points, the young woman's eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the number. Without hesitation, she ran onto grid 27, which instantly opened up another gap to the larger group. However, she had just stood still when suddenly the white light around the grid turned red.

"Ding Dong! Triggered level four penalty grid."

Boom!

A huge black turtle descended from the sky and with those tiny green bean eyes, it stared dead at the young woman standing in the 27th compartment and suddenly attacked. It happened so quickly that the young woman didn't have time to react before the black turtle had already bitten into her thigh and ripped off a bloody piece of flesh.

The woman hissed in pain and pulled out the fruit knife she carried. She struggled to poke the huge, vicious turtle with the fruit knife, but the shell was so hard that the knife struck it with a metallic spark.

"Mei Mei!" The young man shouted anxiously.

The tortoise kept banging its head against the woman's waist, and an invisible wall rose up around it in this side of the one-metre-long grid. No matter how hard the turtle pushed, the young woman was unable to leave the grid. She was spitting blood and had a piece of flesh ripped off her thigh at the same time.

"Don't, don't ...... oooh ...... don't kill me ......" the young woman panicked and slashed with her knife, these did not hurt the tortoise were painless.

Of the remaining seven, the young man's eyes were red with anxiety as he stared at his girlfriend, but there was nothing he could do. The other five looked on in horror as the middle-aged woman muttered in a whisper, "Grid 27 is a level four punishment grid, you can't go there, you can't go there ......"

Tang Mo shouted, "Don't cut its shell, cut its head!"

Hearing someone command, the woman panicked and responded, "I'll chop its head, chop the head ......," as she struggled with her knife to slash at the turtle's head. But the turtle was so fast that before her knife could fall, its head had already retracted into its shell. The woman tried several times in desperation, but never managed to cut the turtle's head.

"I can't cut it, I can't cut it!" She cried out in despair.

Tang Mo's brow furrowed when suddenly he saw the turtle burst out of its shell again and bite into the woman's left arm, ripping off a piece of flesh before retracting its head.

He shouted, "When it bites you next time, take the opportunity to cut off its head while it's biting and tearing at your flesh!"

The woman promised, but was simply unable to do so. She had two more pieces of flesh ripped off the turtle before she finally found the opportunity to cut off its head. The turtle's shell was very hard, but the turtle's head was very soft. After the head was cut off, the turtle's limbs twitched twice and barley fell to the ground, fading into thin air.

The young woman's body had been gnawed to pieces and the floor was bleeding all over.

Strangely enough, the man could not run out of the grid, but this stinging blood flowed out of the 27th grid, and those standing a few squares behind dodged the blood. The young woman sat panting and slumped in a pool of blood, the place where the turtle had bitten off forming a horrible bloody crater, east and west, making her look ugly and terrible.

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "Mei Mei, get some rest."

The woman nodded her head.

Luckily, after Earth came online, everyone's fitness level has improved dramatically, even the reserves' fitness levels far exceed those of the world champions before Earth came online. The woman had so many wounds all over her body that she didn't need to be treated, and within a minute the bleeding had stopped and started to scar. But she was still badly wounded and lay limp on the ground, unable to move.

The old man rolled the dice and went from square 18 to square 24.

When he finished, all eyes fell on Tang Mo.

Tang Mo took the dice that flew through the air with a blank face and lowered his head, looking at the points on the dice with a calm expression.

He is standing in compartment 20. Now, compartments 21, 22 and 24 are occupied. The only three squares he can go to are squares 23, 25 and 26. There is a 50/50 chance that he will go to an occupied square and trigger the "Who wants to share your misery" effect.

The players standing three squares in front of Tang Mo are holding their breath as they watch him.

Tang Mo looked at the dice in his hand without much expression on his face, but his hands were already squeezed tightly in death. He takes a deep breath, exhales slowly and throws the dice into the air.

Dang!

The dice landed with five points on the front.

Tang Mo goes to square 25 and the white glow at the edge of the square transforms to yellow, a blank square.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In the next moment, however, the large dice on the floor wobbled and floated up and flew into the middle-aged woman's hands. The middle-aged woman standing on the 20th frame instantly turned pale as she trembled, not daring to pick up the dice at all. She raised her head and looked in front of her, almost as if in despair, at the four men standing before her.

Bald men, beer-bellied men, old men and Tang Mo.

They stand on squares 22, 21, 24 and 25 respectively.

The choice left to women is limited to two compartments.

On the stage, Mario pulled back his mouth and gloated. He looks down at the eight humans as if he is playing an interesting game. It was as if the humans had been playing Super Mario for the last thirty years or so, waiting for game after game to begin with the same expectant and happy eyes.

Meanwhile, outside the game, near the neighborhood.

A young man in a trench coat walks up to the flower bed and stops in his tracks.

The warm glow of the setting sun shines from the west, draping a light golden veil over several landscape trees in the flowerbeds. Around the landscape trees, several large bags and two suitcases are piled up in bits and pieces.

The young man leans down into the flower bed and examines the bags and boxes one by one. He opened each bag and looked at its contents. Also opened all the suitcases and carefully identified what was inside. Finally, he looked carefully at each suitcase and bag for blood and signs of friction and struggle. The last bag he looked at was Tang Mo's, which contained very little - a torch, a knife, some packets of instant noodles, compressed biscuits and bottled water.

After looking at all the luggage, he looked very hard and pulled a whistle out of his pocket and blew it.

Five minutes later, the young man and woman who had originally joined him in the community garden to view the six bodies gathered over. They had just approached when they saw the suitcases and bags sitting around the flowerbed. They sank down abruptly and examined them as closely as the young men had. When the inspection was complete, the three men looked at each other.

"By the looks of things, it should be into copy number two."

"Well, it's into copy number two." The ponytailed woman said, her gaze sweeping around the bags as she said, "I didn't think anyone had already entered copy number two. I wonder how many corpses will appear this time." She looked at the luggage with a hint of regret in her eyes, as if she saw through them to their owner who was already doomed to die.

"With this flower bed as the centre of the circle, a circle of fifty metres is delineated as entrance number 31 to copy number two."

"Yes!"

Mario's Monopoly game.

The middle-aged woman broke down and rolled the dice. She dreamed that Lady Luck would give her a chance, just as she had given Tang Mo a chance, to roll a 3 or a 6.

The huge dice tumbled on the floor, the women's eyes rose to red and their entire bodies strained into a string.

The big dice spins slower and slower and gradually it stops.

Obverse side up, point 4.

The old man standing on grid 24 brushed off his face and looked up with a grim expression at the middle-aged woman not far away. The woman's last hope was shattered when she saw the number of points. She lifted her head tremblingly and looked at the old man too.

The two men's eyes met in the air.

Mario's words with a malicious chuckle rang out at this time, "Congratulations, for triggering the 'who wants to share your misery' effect. My lovely boy, you must have enjoyed this interesting rule, why don't you hurry over and accept the reward that belongs to you?"

The middle-aged woman was slow to move and the old man remained cold and stared at her.

Mario whistled and didn't rush, just watched them on stage as if he was watching a good show.

After watching for a full five minutes, he seemed to finally get tired of watching: "My boy, why don't you go over there, do ...... you not like Uncle Mario's game? You don't want to play this Monopoly game anymore? Hmm?"

The middle-aged woman looked up at the giant doll standing in the middle of the neon stage.

A wide smile is on Mario's lips and he is about to speak again when the middle-aged woman has climbed to her feet and is walking step by step towards frame 24. The two middle-aged men standing in compartments 22 and 21 have made way for her, a hint of sympathy in their eyes, but more curiosity and gawking.

When the middle-aged woman stood on frame 24, the other six people, including Tang Mo, stared at them with rapt attention, except for her and the old man.

Then they heard -

"Ding Dong! Triggered the 'Who wants to share your suffering' effect, opening the seventh level punishment grid. Uncle Mario is heroic, slashing turtles, stomping on mushrooms, slaying evil dragons and rescuing beautiful princesses. Mario's world doesn't need a companion, because he is his own, who wants to share your misery!"

Uncle Mario laughed: "My favourite part of the trigger effect was this compliment from The black tower, you see how much The black tower likes me and how much the children respect me."

No one was listening to him.

In the 24th compartment, the moment the middle-aged woman steps inside, the edge of the lattice changes from a warm white light to a deep black light.

Tang Mo watched the scene carefully.

When you step on a blank square, the square will glow yellow.

Both the bonus and penalty grids are red light.

The trigger effect is a black light.

The woman and the old man stood face to face, both staring at each other, neither moving first. At that moment, a tremor shook the ground and everyone swayed from side to side. Tang Mo's eyes caught sight of something black and he looked up, his eyes widening in horror.

Boom!

A huge black Mario descends from the sky and lands in front of the crowd. He wore a black hat, black trousers, black gloves and shoes. All dressed exactly like the Mario on stage, and looking exactly the same, except that everything was black, including the black eyes.

At the fourth level of the punishment compartment, the young woman had been trapped in the compartment and unable to get out, and had been topped by the turtle and almost died. But in this level seven punishment grid, the old man and the middle-aged woman were no longer restricted. Black Mario spotted them, his huge black eyes fixed on them, and flung a slap at them.

A slap went down and the sound of bones breaking was unmistakable in the white world. The two men were thrown ten metres away by the terrifying slap, scaring the other players into rushing out of the way.

Black Mario trotted up, the kind of running he often did in the game screen, and made a bee-line for the old man and the middle-aged woman.

The two men were thrown by him and fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths.

Mario kindly warned, "Oh, don't be afraid other kids, you haven't triggered the 'who wants to share your pain' effect, you'll be fine." When Black Mario ran out of the grid just now, many players were so frightened that they tried to run away, afraid that he would hit them too.

On the map of Mario's 150-frame Monopoly game, Black Mario chased after the old man and the woman. His eyes scanned between the two men and with a heated smile, he suddenly reached out his hands and grabbed the two men by the neck.

Older people are, after all, older and even with their improved physical fitness, they are not as good as middle-aged women.

As Black Mario's giant hand reached out, the middle-aged woman cried out and pulled a small knife from her pocket, closed her eyes and quickly stabbed the old man: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to... I didn't want to ...... you go to hell!!!"

Bang!

The sound of loud gunfire ended everything.

From Tang Mo's point of view, Black Mario used his large body to block the old man and the woman from his view of their current situation. After this shot had been fired, Black Mario's movements suddenly stopped. His hands had reached the hair of the two men and he gave a heated laugh as his body suddenly disappeared.

The old man and the middle-aged woman are now sitting paralyzed by the red "START" grid at the starting point.

The middle-aged woman lunged frantically at the old man with a small knife in her right hand. The grim and frightened expression on her face had not yet dissipated, but her eyes were full of fear. Tears slowly spilled out of her eyes, and her mouth spat out large gulps of blood. In her chest, there was a huge black bloody hole, and she slowly collapsed, staring at the old man all the while before she died, asking with trembling lips, "Why ...... ......"

The old man took the pistol back into his arms and looked at the dying woman on the ground, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, so go to hell."

The exact same words turned out to be nothing like what the middle-aged woman had thought. Her pupils began to spread and her body became rigid. Thick blood gushed out from beneath her, staining the ground red.

The old man took one step back to frame 24, covering his chest. A slap from Black Mario had just broken three of his ribs, and even if he had a good constitution, he would not be able to heal for a while.

Everyone stared warily at the old man.

Guns are still the scariest weapon for most players. Tang Mo doesn't know how many regular players and stowaways there are in this Monopoly game right now, but preppers certainly make up the majority anyway. Tang Mo couldn't dodge the bullets even when he was defenceless. If it had been himself who had just been sneaked up on, he would have been shot too. Not necessarily dead, but certainly not in a good way.

Tang Mo's eyes glanced over the body of the middle-aged woman and turned to the other six men.

At least one of these should be a full player.

Two hours earlier, he had been pitted into this game by these seven men. The old man was a good actor and Tang Mo was not sure if he had really twisted his foot. But in a world like this, Tang Mo is not in the mood to help an old man who has been injured and he still won't go forward. What really lets him know that it is a game is the performance of the young man and woman.

They were so aggressive and hated the fact that they could not run over to help right away, it was really suspicious.

The problem was spotted early on and Tang Mo ran just in time. He was faster than all seven of them, and if someone hadn't suddenly performed a strange psychic power to blow a gale, Tang Mo would have been able to run out of the game without being implicated.

So at least one of these seven people had psychic powers. Looking at the seven men, the likelihood of them being stowaways is not high. It is even less likely that the prefects have psychic abilities and will be disregarded for now.

Tang Mo scrutinises the seven men, his eyes finally resting on the bald man and the beer-bellied man.

The bald man looked at the middle-aged woman's body in the distance with complicated eyes, the beer-bellied man pursed his lips and made no comment. Together they turned their heads to look at the old man, without much worry or fear on their faces, just more scorn.

The shifter should be among these two.

The bald man starts rolling the dice.

For the next few rounds, no one else triggered the "Who's with you" effect. It was a coincidence that the bald man hit a few sixes and was immediately ahead of the crowd, standing on square 59. Apart from him, Tang Mo was also 'lucky' to be on grid 53.

The young men and women have very similar compartments, one in 45 and one in 42.

The beer-bellied man stood in cell 36, his face not looking very good. There are two others, one standing on grid 47 and the old man on grid 39.

It was the old man's turn to roll the dice and the young man and woman standing in front of him were tense. The young woman had almost recovered, although her body was still pockmarked, but she held her fruit knife in a death grip; she would never hesitate if the old man rolled her check, she would kill the man before he could shoot. Her boyfriend was no different, his eyes fixed on the old man's every move with a deadly gaze.

The dice were seen spinning twice in the air.

Dang!

Positive 1 point.

The young man and woman sighed together in relief as the old man stepped onto the 40 gram without changing his face.

"Dingdong! Triggers a free jump grid, with the option to move forward any number of squares (up to 30), or backwards any number of squares (not backwards to the grid you were once standing on)."

Before the old man, the bald man also stepped over a jumping frame, which was frame 29. He was behind Tang Mo, who was in first place. The bald man used the skip to jump to the square where Tang Mo had previously stood, and with several subsequent rolls of 6 points, he was in first place.

Now it was the old man's turn to make a choice.

The old man's voice was calm as he thought for a long time and looked up, "I choose to back up and skip to frame 29."

"Ding Dong! Choose to jump to square 29. square 29 is a free jump square, non-throwing points arrive at the jump square, no jump stacking is allowed."

The old man nodded and didn't say anything.

On stage, Mario looks at the old man in the distance and smiles thoughtfully.

The bald man standing at the front wondered, "What's wrong with this old man, last place is going to be left behind. He'll get killed by this oddball Mario even if he's far enough apart from us that he won't trigger the effect."

Tang Mo gave him a look.

The old man's intentions are not so simple.

The first obvious purpose of choosing to retreat, rather than advance, was to avoid the hordes. The old man's most powerful weapon would have been the gun, he had already revealed his base card, if he triggered the effect one more time, the pistol would not be able to surprise and it was uncertain who would die and who would live. It was only safer to stay away from the others.

Secondly, the old man had picked a very good spot. The 29th square had been identified as a free jumping square, and whether he could jump another square or not, this one was certainly safe. And this square is exactly 7 squares away from the previous beer-bellied man.

Seven frames is a very delicate number of frames. Firstly, it ensures that the chances of the old man catching up with the beer-bellied man in a short time are not great and he will be safe for a long time. Also, the gap is not so large that it is impossible to catch up. With a few bigger rolls, the old man could catch up with the beer-bellied man and become second to last.

Tang Mo looked calmly at the old man, who noticed his gaze and looked at him too.

The large dice fly slowly through the air as Tang Mo catches them with both hands and withdraws his eyes. He tosses the dice casually into the air.

1 point.

Tang Mo advances 1 square to the 54th square.

It was now eight rounds since anyone had triggered the "who wants to share your misery" effect and everyone was in a much more relaxed mood. Soon there was another round of dice rolling and everyone moved forward, still in peace.

The bald man stood on grid 60 and when Tang Mo was about to roll the dice, he glanced back and laughed a little: "No way, exactly 6 points? It's not that bad."

The large dice gurgled and rolled on the floor.

Dang!

Obverse side up, 6 o'clock.

The bald man's smile froze on his face, and Tang Mo frowned.

The two men were a full six frames apart, looking at each other. Neither moved first. The bald man put his hand in his pocket as if he had gotten hold of some kind of weapon, but he didn't take it out, hiding it in his shirt. Not daring to let his guard down, Tang Mo held his breath as he fumbled with his right hand for the match tattoo on his left wrist. Then he lifted his feet and took a step towards frame 60.

The five men behind them all looked at them.

"Ding Dong! Trigger the 'Who wants to share your pain' effect ......"

The moment Tang Mo reached the 60th frame, the bald man suddenly pulled a sharp knife out of his pocket and stabbed Tang Mo directly in the face. Tang Mo was prepared for this and quickly sidestepped it, raising his left leg and slashing downwards, the wind of his leg breaking the air and striking the man's elbow. The man cried out in pain and the knife slipped from his hand.

The moment his left foot hit the ground, Tang Mo used the force to glare, his body deftly flew in a half circle in the air, and his right leg swept across, sending the bald man flying into the distance with one leg.

This series of movements was like a flowing stream, and everyone behind them was stunned, and the old man even stood up straight and took a closer look at Tang Mo .

In fact, Tang Mo didn't think it would be so easy to beat this bald man.

Tang Mo had rarely fought before, let alone learned fighting techniques. In the fight against the stowaway with the poisonous flowers, Tang Mo was pinned down even though he had big matches and was physically stronger than his opponent (who was missing an arm), and had to use his great physical strength to find opportunities to sneak in and win. He is now able to deliver such fluid strikes through sheer physical strength.

It's the bald man who is ridiculously weak. At least he was too weak compared to Tang Mo.

The bald man spat out a mouthful of blood as he was kicked off.

By this time, the game cue for The black tower had reached the last line -

"...... because he is his own companion, who wants to share your misery!"

Boom!

Black Mario descended from the sky, stomping the earth and shaking it violently. Tang Mo's eyes narrowed and without hesitation he took out the big match.

The beer-bellied man in the distance exclaimed, "Alien powers!"

The bald man is kicked away from Tang Mo and Black Mario catches a glimpse of Tang Mo. He looks at the big match in Tang Mo's hand and his eyes light up as he jogs over and kicks Tang Mo in the right leg. Tang Mo reacts quickly and dodges the blow with his legs, but Mario's right hand strikes Tang Mo's head with terrifying speed.

This is so fast that it almost surpasses Tang Mo's current dynamic vision.

You know Tang Mo can basically see the track marks of a normal pistol now, and this hand can swing faster than a bullet! Tang Mo had no time to swing the match around his head. He reacted quickly, moving his head backwards to avoid it, while withdrawing the match from his wrist and then removing it in an instant, angling it right next to the right side of his face.

Bang!

Mario's fist struck the big match, the tip of which grazed Tang Mo's cheek and broke a layer of skin the size of a thumbnail. The punch did not break the match, but Tang Mo, who was holding it, was sent flying with it and his tiger was cracked.

Tang Mo flew away and Black Mario swiped his head and looked at the bald man on the ground.

The bald man climbed to his feet in terror and ran forward as fast as he could. He was afraid to run towards Tang Mo, whose movements had just scared him, and he realised that he could not beat the young man and that he might be killed in return. All he could do was keep running, but Mario was much faster than he was.

Mario punched the bald man, who was not as strong and lucky as Tang Mo, and spat out a mouthful of blood and pieces of his guts. He was knocked right off his feet and landed not far from Tang Mo.

Black Mario saw the two humans come together again, and with a grin, he actually stopped hitting the bald man and came back to hit Tang Mo. Tang Mo struggled to avoid them, occasionally blocking Mario's attacks with a large match. But while the matches blocked the attacks, they could not counter them, and Tang Mo's body was gradually getting more and more cuts.

Tang Mo didn't have time to catch his breath with the intense and frequent attacks. At this point, of course, he thought of using his only offensive power, but Mario couldn't give him time to cross his arms and shout "Give me back my grandfather".

At that moment, Mario kicked him again, and Tang Mo clearly felt his right arm break, and the pain was so intense that the arm would not recover for ten minutes.

Uncle Mario on stage gloated and kindly reminded, "Poor boy, haven't you forgotten that the 'who wants to share your misery' effect stops as soon as there is only one player in the grid?"

As if echoing Mario's words, Black Mario hemmed and hawed and smacked Tang Mo in the stomach.

Bang!

Tang Mo was sent flying, spitting out a large mouthful of blood and bits of internal debris. He sensed that he was already bleeding internally and if he didn't stop and take another blow, his body would not recover fast enough to keep up with the speed of his life.

Mario smiles again and reminds him, "My dear boy, there are still two players in the grid."

Black Mario slows his pace and slowly walks towards Tang Mo. Tang Mo stares at him coldly, as if he is thinking about something. Three seconds later, without hesitation, he picks up a large match with his left hand, turns and runs towards the unconscious bald man a short distance away. The match sails through the air and Tang Mo's head is only half a metre away from the bald man's chest.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps behind them stopped.

Tang Mo stops moving and cranes his head to look.

Black Mario's body is frozen in mid-air.

On stage, Mario said regretfully, "Poor boy, why couldn't you have lasted a few seconds longer, what a shame."

Tang Mo looked at the bald man on the floor and leaned down to probe his nose.

Dead.

Using a large match as a crutch, Tang Mo limps back to frame 60. His body is leaning on the big match and his right arm is sagging naturally because it is broken. Stinging blood runs down his fingers, ticking and falling to the ground.

Behind him, all five players held their breath and looked at him in fear, as if they had seen some kind of monster.

Tang Mo looked at Mario on the stage with an expressionless face, quietly watching, as if to take him to heart. Immediately afterwards, he suddenly crouched down and drew a neat red circle on the ground with his right hand, which was wet with blood.

Mario looked at him curiously and asked, "Lovely boy, congratulations on surviving, what are you doing?"

Tang Mo looked up, his voice cold: "Draw a circle and wish you a long life."

"Oh, you're such a sweet boy!"

Tang Mo did not reply.

As the game continues, Tang Mo is at the front of the group. His whole body is resting on a large match and he looks very soft, but no one underestimates him. The five men behind him stare at him in horror, praying that they will not be in the same cell as this man.

Tang Mo closed his eyes and felt the wounds in his body heal in small increments. The healing was slow, but certainly not dead.

However, Mario's malice did not end there.

Tang Mo seems isolated from the others as he rolls the dice to himself, stands on the grid and closes his eyes. Seeming to be resting, and seemingly thinking about something.

Of the five people at the back, except for the old man who had been lucky enough to be at the end of the queue and had not triggered the "Who wants to share your misery" effect, and had not encountered the punishment grid, the other four had all encountered the punishment grid. The middle-aged man, who was the most inconspicuous, hit the Level 5 punishment grid and when he stepped into it, countless flying fish with wings jumped up from the ground and flew onto his body.

The middle-aged man wailed in pain, he didn't even have time to resist before the flying fish ate every last bit of flesh from his body, leaving no crumbs of bone left.

Tang Mo walks step by step to frame 80. Behind him, the young man stands in frame 70 and the young woman in frame 64.

It was the woman's turn to start rolling the dice. At first she was talking to her boyfriend, but when the dice stopped at 6, they both fell silent at the same time.

The young woman looked up at the man, who looked back at her.

"Bong ...... Bong Seng?"

The young man swallowed, "Don't be afraid, Mei Mei, come here, the two of us will join hands and fight that black Mario together."

"Even that man can't beat Mario, how can we possibly beat him!" The woman cried out in pain, pointing her finger at Tang Mo.

The man gritted his teeth and said, "Even if we can't live together, we can die together! I'll die with you, Mei Mei!"

"Mmm!" The young woman was moved to tears as she nodded vigorously and quickly ran to her boyfriend.

"Ding Dong! Trigger ......"

The black tower's game cue sounded abruptly.

Tang Mo turns around to look.

The woman's fruit knife stabbed the man in the chest, and the man's hand held a kitchen knife that stabbed through the woman's abdomen. Both men looked at each other in disbelief as a large amount of blood gushed from their mouths.

"You bitch ...... woman, you bitch ...... slut ......"

The woman, however, looked even madder as she cried and laughed, "Men are liars and cheat ......"

The voices stopped and the two fell together, literally making a promise to die together.

At this point, the only people left on the Monopoly map are Tang Mo, the beer-bellied man and the old man.

Tang Mo is on grid 80, the beer-bellied man is on grid 62 and the old man is on grid 55.

Next, it was Tang Mo's turn to roll the dice. He looked at the dice in his hand and, without hesitation, gently threw them out.

Positive 3 points.

Tang Mo advances 3 squares to 83.

"Ding Dong! Trigger free jumping grid, optional ......"

Mario was already bored, lying on the floor, propping his chin up with his right hand and looking at the only three players left on the stage.

Tang Mo, leaning on a large match, looked up and asked, "Dear Uncle Mario, I have a few questions and am very curious. Will you answer them? It's just a very simple little question and I'm sure Uncle Mario won't say no."

Mario got excited and stood up straight away: "What's your problem, my dear boy? Kind Uncle Mario never turns down a good boy's question, just ask."

Tang Mo said indifferently, "Those 6456 players, all of them have died here, haven't they?"

Mario laughed, "They didn't die here, they wanted to stay here forever and play games with Uncle Mario."

Tang Mo nodded: "If there's only one player left at the end of the game, assuming he makes it to the end, is he considered to be in last place?"

"Of course he doesn't count, he's the only one left, it must be a lonely poor kid. He's as lonely as Uncle Mario, how can he be last?"

Tang Mo's gaze remained fixed on Mario's body. When he heard the answer, he was silent for a long time, not asking any more questions. After a long time, he said, "Although The black tower has already announced the rules, I would like to confirm them once again. Uncle Mario, is it true that there is a King and a Mortal?"

By this point, the eight players had gone as far as 80 frames. In these entire 80 frames, none of them have triggered the king frame or the prisoner frame, only the blank frame, the bonus frame, the penalty frame and the free jump frame.

Mario gave a thumbs up and a big smile crossed his face, "Of course he did. The lovely Uncle Mario never lies, I just said that."

"Is that so." After a pause, Tang Mo looked up, his dark eyes fixed dead on the big comical and cute doll, "So, one last question ...... Uncle Mario, is there really a clearance grid?"

As soon as those words landed, Mario narrowed his huge black eyes and looked at Tang Mo. After a long moment, he smiled: " Uncle Mario never lies, son, of course there is a clearance grid. Now, choose which frame you want to jump to!"

Tang Mo: "Well, I know." As he said this, he took a white egg out of his pocket.

Mario looked at the turkey egg and rubbed his chin, "What is this, it seems familiar."

Tang Mo stretches out his right finger and draws an "S" on a white turkey egg.

The next moment, a crashing sound of water sounded in Tang Mo's head. He frowned, listening to the sound in surprise, and tentatively asked in his head, " Mr. Fu?"

Thousands of miles away, in Beijing, in an unoccupied residential building.

Fu Wenduo suddenly stops washing his hair and turns off the tap.

Tang Mo asked again, " Mr. Fu?"

Fu Wenduo covered in foam: "......"

White light shone from the ceiling of the bathroom, shining down on this tall, strong body. Smooth, beautifully muscled, long, straight thighs, tiny droplets of water sliding down the graceful curves of his abs and into some hidden place.

Fu Wenduo was silent for a moment: "...... Well, I'm in, what's up?"

Tang Mo didn't notice anything unusual across the room as he whispered, "I'd like to trouble you to turn on the archiver for me."

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What the author has to say.

Fuwa: What happened to the promise of not having to "return my grandfather" in this life? [doge

Tangtang: Shut up! [annoyed

Mr. Fu School: Luckily this MOMO doesn't have a video function ......