Chapter 88: I'm Fu Wenxian.

Tang Mo's breath caught when he saw the function of the chicken nest prop. But he soon calmed down when he saw that he could not store the prop. He looked up at Fu Wenduo. Tang Mo noticed early on that his opponent's chicken nest seemed a little thicker than his own, and he asked, "What's the function? "

The two are teammates and will naturally share information on the props they have acquired.

Fu Wenduo: "Store four inanimate objects, except for props." He also finds that everyone's nest is not the same, "What about you?"

Tang Mo nodded: "True enough. I can only store three items in mine. When I was at the supermarket, I saw that Xiao Jitong's nest was a little smaller than mine. Your nest is bigger than mine, so you can store four things, but mine is smaller and I can only store three. Xiao Jitong's and Ningning's nests are smaller and probably hold less stuff. Our props have the same effect, but the levels are very different. There are higher and lower levels. So the amount of stuff you can store is different."

Fu Wenduo stands by the wall as he looks down at Tang Mo: "Without the possibility of storing props, this chicken coop is much less useful. But it's got some interesting notes."

Hearing this, Tang Mo took a closer look at the notes on the chicken nest prop.

"In the spring I plant an egg in a chicken nest, and in the autumn I can harvest a flock of eggs ......" Tang Mo read this sentence twice in his mouth, and suddenly he looked up at Fu Wenduo and understood what he meant, and said in astonishment. "You mean, what you put in this chicken nest can reproducibly become more?"

Fu Wenduo's mouth curls up: "It doesn't have a note in its function, but there are two kinds of notes on The black tower props in general. The first is a purely flirtatious one, which is useless. For example, the 'magical boots' we got from the iron cobbler earlier, it doesn't make any sense. The second kind, the notes on the props, suggest something instead. Let's say, for example, the memo on the turkey egg."

Tang Mo's brow furrowed, "I don't know the memo on that turkey egg."

Fu Wenduo already knew this. When he and Tang Mo first met, Tang Mo kept testing him, trying to get the use of MOMO out of him. Fu Wenduo was keenly aware of this and kept the information to himself. If it wasn't for the fact that two people had to work together to use the turkey eggs, Fu Wenduo would probably never have contacted Tang Mo again in his life, let alone told him what the turkey was used for.

Fu Wenduo was about to say MOMO's note, but his voice stopped abruptly just as he opened his mouth to say the words "as a new era". Tang Mo was waiting to hear Fu Wenduo continue when he suddenly stopped and looked at Fu Wenduo blankly: "What's wrong?"

Fu Wenduo: "......"

[Props: MOMO].

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[Note: As a new generation of Chinese, don't you have any idea what MOMO is?

What is MOMO? Fu Wenduo, who has been in the army for almost ten years and is not out of touch with the outside world, actually knows the answer to this question. He was going to say that the notes on the turkey egg gave them a hint that it had more than one owner and that, like the chat app MOMO, it required two owners to interact (with the archive function on) in order to operate correctly.

But the words actually came out a bit unspoken.

...... What B's should they have in mind?

Fu Wenduo's expression became very exciting for a while, and Tang Mo looked at him inexplicably, feeling that something was odd.

In a rare moment of helplessness, Mr. Fu said calmly, "The note on the MOMO was telling me that there was more than one owner of this turkey egg. It's just that I didn't think there was such a magical prop at the time, so I didn't think about it in that direction. But its note was meaningful and, one might even say, decisive for the use of the turkey egg."

Tang Mo looked at Fu Wenduo for a moment and didn't dwell on the issue any further. Since the note on the prop might also be an elaboration on the function of the prop, Tang Mo said, "Then we'll put something in it and see if we can replicate the new item. This thing is still important, for example, it can store a lot of bullets and also things that are not easy to take away but are more important."

Four months ago Tang Mo came across a stowaway at City North High School who had the power of "infinite bullets". In fact, his bullets were not really unlimited, but there were a lot of them. The stowaway was killed by fatty Zhao Ziang and Tang Mo was unable to get his power. Using the checkmate ability drains Tang Mo's life and he doesn't use many bullets at once. However, Fu Wenduo can use this item to store bullets.

In addition to this, Tang Mo also thought: "How big can this chicken coop be?"

They both look down at the palm-sized miniature chicken nest in their palms. Without further ado, Tang Mo walks deeper into the factory and finds a discarded, broken table. Holding the table by its legs with one hand, he lifted it up and gently placed it on the nest. The next moment, a bright white light flashed and when Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo opened their eyes again, the broken table had disappeared.

Tang Mo: "It's amazing how this chicken nest stores things without depending on the size of the object, it can really store large objects."

Fu Wenduo nodded slightly, and before he could speak, his gaze suddenly paused, staring straight at the chicken nest in Tang Mo's palm. Tang Mo followed his gaze down, then: "......"

A Little Bai egg, the size of a fingernail cap, suddenly appears in the tiny nest. A lone white egg lies in the tiny nest, and lines appear on the white shell. Tang Mo takes a closer look and the lines slowly deepen and eventually become a small table pattern.

Tang Mo never expected that there would be a chicken nest and then there would really be an egg. He was not sure what the egg was, whether it was a table or a real egg. He looks to Fu Wenduo and they look at each other. Tang Mo slowly turns the nest upside down to see if the egg will fall to the ground and what it will look like when it does.

However, the eggs did not fall. Surprised, Tang Mo set the nest upright and reached out his hand to try to remove the egg from the nest. As soon as he put his hand in, he removed the tiny egg as easily as he would have done with a normal egg. The egg radiated a blinding white light and Tang Mo placed the egg on the ground, but in a moment the egg became a table again.

Tang Mo ponders, "An item stored in a chicken nest will turn into an egg. Unaffected by gravity, it doesn't move without touching it with your hands, similar to being held in a chicken coop. When you take it out it becomes what it was."

Fu Wenduo: "You put the table in again and I'll try to hold it."

Tang Mo nods.

Fu Wenduo squeezes the egg with three fingers, he tries hard to get it out and after five seconds of trying he withdraws his hand and looks at Tang Mo: "I can't get this egg out. You try mine."

Fu Wenduo deposited a chair in his cockade, and Tang Mo reached for it but could not get it out.

The two men tested various other ways of holding the egg and finally concluded that "only the owner of the prop can take the item out of the henhouse. The way in which it can be taken out is limited to using the hand to do so. There is no limit to the size of the stored item and the hot or cold temperature is automatically preserved."

After a night of research in the factory, the next morning Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo walked out calmly and found Xiao Jitong. Xiao Jitong smiles slightly at the sight of them: "How's the chicken nest working out?"

Tang Mo said lightly, "It works pretty well, don't you?"

Xiao Jitong laughs, "Nice, a very useful prop."

Neither side has told the truth about the results of their research into chicken nests.

Tang Mo came here to see Xiao Jitong to find Fu Wensheng. When they left last night, Xiao Jitong said he had sent someone to contact the Nanjing team to see where Fu Wensheng was now and to ask him to come over as soon as possible. Originally, Tang Mo wanted to say that he and Fu Wenduo could just go over and there was no need for Fu Wensheng to come over.

Xiao Jitong laughed, "He's here just in time to deliver our reward for clearing the big turkey copy this time."

It turned out to be an attempt to squeeze child labour.

Tang Mo did not stop.

Xiao Jitong: "According to the time projection, the little friend should be here already. Wait a little longer, he will be here within an hour."

Tang Mo nods gently. It didn't matter to him, he turned his head to look at Fu Wenduo. Finding Tang Mo looking at him, Fu Wenduo looked at him with his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a relaxed expression, and smiled, "What's wrong?"

Tang Mo: "Nothing." Why does it feel like you're not as attentive as he is as a brother?

Tang Mo shakes his strange thoughts to the back of his mind.

Xiao Jitong soon left the factory with Ningning to work on another general copy, leaving Little Qiao and the young girl, Xiao Wei, alone in the raiding group. Little Qiao, who was not fluent in Chinese, sat playing with props, holding all sorts of strange props and fiddling with them. Xiao Wei glanced timidly at Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo before finally settling on Fu Wenduo's body.

Fu Wenduo looks over at her.

Vivian immediately said, "I, I didn't look at you! I ...... I'll sort out the report, I'll sort out the report!"

Little Qiao said loudly, "Teacher, come and help me look at this prop." Vivian rushed over.

With his strength and two first-place finishes in The black tower, the general public's attitude towards Fu Wenduo is divided into two categories. For example, Little Qiao, after learning who Fu Wenduo was, glared at him in frustration for a few moments and then, remembering Fu Wenduo's heroic performance in cutting the wings of a large turkey, decided to become a quail. Then there's Vivian, who is too different in strength to be approached.

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo had been waiting in the factory for an hour when a footstep appeared at the door.

Tang Mo looked over curiously, but Fu Wenduo was calm and unperturbed. The footsteps came closer and closer, and when the tall figure appeared at the gate, Fu Wenduo's brow furrowed and Tang Mo asked in surprise, "Where is Fu Wensheng?"

The man who enters is a tall, strong man who Xiao Jitong has arranged to send a message. The Nanjing group is a bit of a distance away, and in order for the raiding group to contact the Nanjing group, they need to have some "messengers", and this big man is a member of the Nanjing group. He said, "I was late, Xiao Sheng had already entered the copy in the morning. Eh, are you the people Xiao's team said were looking for Xiao Sheng? Who are you guys."

Fu Wenduo: "I am his brother."

The big man exclaimed, "Whisper has a brother?" He laughed, "Hahahaha, you wouldn't be Fu Wenduo, would you?"

Little Qiao and Xiao Wei were both shocked, but Fu Wenduo did not change his face: "My name is Fu Wenxian."

Big man: "I was just joking, the people in our Nanjing team often tease Xiao Sheng with this, and his reaction is very funny. Since Team Xiao doesn't suspect you, you must not be bad guys, you are Xiao Sheng's family." He took Tang Mo to be Fu Wensheng's family too, and Tang Mo thought about it for a moment without retorting. There was no need to explain this kind of thing, the more he explained, the more trouble he got into. The big man said, "It might take a few days for Xiao Sheng to return, why don't you go to the Nanjing group and wait for him? He will definitely return to the base first after he leaves the copy."

Xiao Jitong and Ningning were not at the Raiders' base, Little Qiao was only nine years old, and Vivian shivered at the sight of Fu Wenduo. Tang Mo thought about it and agreed to Dahan's suggestion. There was no need for them to stay in the Raider group any longer, they could go to the Nanjing group and wait for Fu Wensheng. Besides, Tang Mo wanted to see how powerful the reserves were who could overpower all the Nanjing players and turn Nanjing into a hothouse cradle.

Before leaving, Tang Mo approached Little Qiao and asked, "Do you have a complete map of Nanjing, can I have one?"

Little Qiao walked over to a large box, searched inside for half a day, and pulled out an immense map: "Here."

Tang Mo takes the map.

Fu Wenduo looked at Tang Mo and said nothing more. Soon the two left the factory with the big man from the Nanjing group.

The weather is warming up after the start of spring. The warm spring breeze is blowing on the sycamore trees lining Nanjing's roads, making these landmark trees clatter and rattle. When Tang Mo reached a crossroads, he saw a middle-aged, panicked man, covered in blood, who turned and ran in fear when he saw Tang Mo and the others.

Seeing this, the big man first shouted, then turned back and led Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo onwards.

The sycamore trees swayed as the warm breeze blew through. Nanjing is too big for the government of the pre-Landline era to completely suppress murder, and it's even more unlikely that the current Nanjing group will be able to do so. There must be something nasty going on under the surface of Nanjing's peace and tranquillity, but it is rare that the city has become what it is.

Tang Mo looked up at the sky and a low male voice rang out next to his ear, "Wait until you get somewhere and look at your eggs."

Tang Mo was stunned and turned his head towards Fu Wenduo.

Fu Wenduo's deep gaze was fixed on him. He said this so softly that the big man walking in front of him did not hear him.

Tang Mo nodded, "Good." They were going to see if the chicken nest could really replicate items.

The trio quickly headed in the direction of the Nanjing group.

Meanwhile, an ornate and narrow corridor.

Bright and beautiful gems resembled a starry sky, paving every corner of this corridor, converging into a magnificent long river with gems. A scuffle came from deeper in the corridor, only to hear someone swear, then three men quickly ran out of the corridor and only when they were out of range of the guards' attack did the three sigh with relief and collapse to the ground.

Two of the three men were foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes, and one was a middle-aged man with dark hair and dark eyes. After the two foreign men had rested, the younger man lifted his hand and said in English, "My hand is injured and this is definitely not going to work. David, have you found a way out of here or not?"

The foreign man called David cursed and then said, "I don't know. We've been here for two hours and if we keep going like this, none of us will make it out of this bloody corridor. Oh no Pete, there's no need to walk out at all, a few more horrible guards like that and we'll be dead by their hands!"

The two foreign men fell silent.

The man in China, sitting on the sidelines, was half breathing, when he suddenly heard no sound, and his body shook with fear as he turned to look at the two men. David sneered and said in awkward Chinese, "Next intersection, you go in and scout."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened and before he could say anything, he was picked up by Pete with one hand. He gave an impish chuckle, "It's about time you did something about keeping you until now. Well ...... how do you say that in Chinese? Make a sacrifice for us, my dear friend from China."

The middle-aged man's eyes had long since lost focus. It was as if he had been tortured by something for countless years, first pulling at the sleeves of two foreigners and crying out for them to leave him alone, and after receiving merciless jeers from them, he gradually gave up. He stood up numbly, walked to another intersection and walked in with stiff feet.

His feet dragged a little on the ground, almost like a crawl, as he crawled into the path. Soon, frantic shouts pierced through the hole. There was the sound of sharp instruments cutting flesh, and the cries of men. He shouted loudly as he called out a name.

David listened for a moment and said in the little Chinese he had learned, "Mountain? Why is he called Mountain, mountain, does he like to climb mountains?"

"Hahahahaha, if he survives he can go to the valley of the monsters, there are plenty of mountains for him to climb."

There were three roads in all, and having established that two were the wrong fork in the road, it was natural to go to the last one. The two foreign men rested for a while and got up, patting themselves on the back as they prepared to go to the last correct fork in the road. They had only taken two steps when they suddenly heard a tearing and ripping sound coming from the hole where the middle-aged man had just entered.

The two men ran over in surprise. They saw a middle-aged man with broken legs struggling with both hands to crawl out of the hole. His legs had been cut off with a sharp instrument and he was bleeding profusely. His face was covered in tears and snot as he cried out the word "mountain" and crawled out as hard as he could. Four Queen of Hearts guards chased after him and at the last minute he crawled out and fell to the ground at the feet of two foreigners.

He grabbed Pete's trousers, "Please, help me, help me ......"

Pete's eyes lit up with surprise: "Oh my God, David, this man came out and gave me a ten-minute break. Thank God for people who are so kind. I'll take the ten minutes then."

David hurriedly said, "Don't you dare try to take ten minutes from me." But he wasn't as fast as Pete, who flipped his hand over and took out a sharp dagger, which, with a flash of silver, pierced the middle-aged man straight through the heart from behind.

The middle-aged man had been shouting the word "mountain" like a madman for a long time, and when the dagger pierced his heart, his eyes widened, red blood almost bursting out of the whites of his eyes. After a long time, as if relieved, he actually laughed out loud. He laughed silently, smashed his face on the ground, shouted "mountain" one more time and stopped breathing.

Pete put away his dagger and turned to leave. David cursed and followed helplessly.

When he reached the body, Pete stopped in his tracks, "Wow, that's a nice bracelet, is it a specialty of theirs in China?" Pete said as he peeled a red onyx bracelet off the middle-aged man's hand. He looked at it and put it on his own hand. "It's beautiful David, would you like to wear it?"

David gave him a cold sweeping look, "I just want my ten minute break."

Pete laughed out loud and the two men struck off the fork in the road.

Ten days later, Nanjing.

Tang Mo originally thought that Fu Wensheng would be out of the copy in a few days, but to their surprise, they had waited for ten days and still hadn't waited. During this time, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo had already become familiar with some members of the Nanjing group, but Fu Wenduo's identity could not be revealed explicitly.

"Hey Tang Mo, Fu Wenxian, we're going to copy 173, you guys want to go?" A tall, burly black man waved at Tang Mo and shouted.

Before Tang Mo could answer, a young man standing next to the strong black man joked, "But no, that's not true, I'm not going to join them in the game again after letting them both get a reward every time we go. Tang Mo, you and Whisper's brother eat meat, can you save some gravy for us?"

Tang Mo thought about it, "We just got out of the copy yesterday and we're planning to rest today. But ...... why don't we go today and save some gravy for you guys?"

The man laughed and scolded, "Shut up, you." Then, pulling up his companion, he ran, not giving Tang Mo a chance to follow.

In fact Tang Mo had no intention of joining the replica either, he was going to practice his marksmanship today.

Tang Mo has not been touching the gun for long, and after practicing for a while, he is now able to hit the red centre of a fixed target accurately, but he still makes some mistakes when he really has to hit a moving target. Tang Mo takes Fu Wenduo's pistol and prepares to try it out.

Fu Wenduo: "Do you want me to go?"

Tang Mo's feet stopped and his tone was decisive: "No need."

Fu Wenduo gave a low laugh and did not speak again.

Tang Mo thinks he's a pretty good shot now, but it depends on who he's compared to. He was so far behind Fu Wenduo that he was asking to be killed. He planned to practise on his own, and would never do anything in front of this man until he had practised well. But he suddenly remembered something: "Speaking of which, Fu Wensheng, Fu Wenduo ...... you are now Fu Wenxian. Is your family's name taken according to the first sound? Fu Wenren ......"

Fu Wenxian is barely audible, but what the hell is Fu Wenren? Would anyone call him that? Tang Mo pondered.

Fu Wenduo knew what Tang Mo meant: "No, it was an accident, it had nothing to do with the first name, it was just that someone had flirted with it before, so I took Fu Wenxian as a pseudonym. I'm fourteen years older than Fu Wensheng, whose name is purely genealogical, Wenxian, called Sheng. Originally that was supposed to be my name."

Tang Mo wondered, "How did it become his?"

"I was named after my grandfather, who wanted to take back that island all his life, so he gave me that name."

Tang Mo froze slightly as he looked up at Fu Wenduo, who also looked down at him. Their eyes met in the air and Fu Wenduo curled his lips, "Still going to practice?"

Tang Mo said, "Hmm."

Fu Wenduo sidled up to make way for Tang Mo. But Tang Mo had barely reached him when the big black man who had just run out the door came running back, saying happily, "Fu Wenxian, your brother is back!"

Fu Wenduo was stunned, and Tang Mo turned around in surprise.

Ten minutes later.

Fu Wensheng followed behind his own captain and walked towards the base in depression. This time, no one expected to see such a waste of time, not that it was difficult, but it was really quite a waste of time. They entered on February 23rd and didn't come out until March 5th.

And it seemed like the group was hiding something from itself.

Fu Wensheng looks up cautiously at the tall man walking in front of him. A simple-looking young man noticed Fu Wensheng looking at himself and hurriedly turned his head away, pretending he hadn't just peeked. Fu Wensheng was depressed for half a day and said, "Captain, what's wrong, why are you guys looking at me like that?"

Chai Rong, a man who doesn't lie, laughed dryly and said, "Nothing, nothing, it's just that you haven't been back for a long time and everyone misses you."

Fu Wensheng: "Captain you haven't been back for a long time either, why doesn't everyone miss you? Why don't they look at you like that?" This is a lie that even Little Qiao can't lie about.

Chai Rong has only just been told by one of the group members that Fu Wensheng's brother has come over to claim his brother. This is a great thing. Everyone wants to find their friends and family when the Earth is online. Fu Wensheng is the youngest member of the Nanjing group, smart and obedient, but very capable for his age. They wanted to surprise the little one by letting him meet his brother in person, so they kept it a secret from him.

When Chai Rong was asked by Fu Wensheng, the young man who had been gagging with Tang Mo said, "Oh, Fu Wensheng! Does your name sound familiar? Do you know a man called Fu Wenduo?"

Fu Wensheng at once: "......"

Four months on and they're still not tired of this stunt!

Fu Wensheng walks into the base while righteously clearing himself and his brother: " Fu Wenduo? The bastard who dragged all of us China players into attacking the tower game? Who knows him, who knows him. Chai, I'm telling you, don't let me see him, if I do I'll definitely cut him into pieces, chop him into meat paste and put him ......"

The sound stopped abruptly and the short little boy's eyes widened as he looked ahead in horror.

Fu Wenduo, who was standing in the doorway to greet his brother and suddenly heard that he was going to be chopped to pieces, curled his lips and waved at Fu Wensheng with a smile.

Tang Mo wanted to laugh a little and tried very hard to hold it in.

Fu Wensheng looks stiffly at Fu Wenduo, who stands in the doorway, looking at him with a faint smile.

After a half-hearted look, Fu Wensheng turned his head and walked behind the gate of the base, and after a few seconds, he stepped out again. The horrible man still standing in the doorway in the glorious sunshine was not an illusion at all, nor was it a look-alike at all. It really was Fu Wenduo!

Fu Wensheng: "......"

The next moment, before Chai and the rest of the Nanjing team could congratulate Fu Wensheng, they saw the child say with a serious face and a strong voice: "Actually, Chai, I think Fu Wenduo is also quite innocent. Even Xiao said that he didn't want to drag all of us Chinese players into this, but he was screwed over by The black tower ....... I, I did not! I didn't speak up for him because I really meant it. Fu Wenduo is not easy either!"

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The author has something to say.

Fu Xiaodi: QAQ Brother, dear brother, I'm your real brother! Is it too late to fix this?

Tangtang: I'll just laugh and not say anything.

Mr. Fu: Laughing with my daughter-in-law ^_^