“Qi Yuping’s skills are indeed impressive,” Fu Guan said. “I have a good relationship with him, so that’s one of his most powerful skills. Therefore, Qi Yuping rarely uses it. He may not be able to permanently seal the black mist you mentioned, but he should be able to create an item that can temporarily seal it.”

"We can consider it." Shi Jinzhe didn't immediately agree. He and Shehe had information on all the players, but they had completely forgotten about Qi Yuping.

There was no description of his skill in his mind, only the words "Mirror View" were remembered. This means that Qi Yuping's skill did not come from the system or from players competing for it, but was dropped directly by the boss, a card that did not go through the system.

After considering for a few seconds, Shi Jinzhe said to Fu Guan, "I'll leave the matter of informing Qi Yuping to you. You want to be a contributor to humanity, so I'm giving you that opportunity."

Fu Guanzai: "...Okay, leave it to me."

"There is still one problem to solve in dealing with the black fog."

The refined-looking man had his hands folded, and if you hadn't seen him darting around as soon as he entered, you would have thought he was quite reserved and composed.

"Please." Shi Jinzhe matched this person with the name Bai Weishuang had left behind: He Tingxu, a high-level long-lived player who entered the game at the age of seventeen and has lived for thirty-four years. His main skill is [Shadowless].

"The black mist can bewitch people. Everyone has things they can't touch in their hearts, and everyone has regrets. Once you are bewitched by it, it will be very troublesome. Just like today, when you sit in that position, there will definitely be someone who feels indignant that it wasn't me who sat there."

He Tingxu spoke frankly, “It’s not birth, aging, sickness and death that trigger people’s dark side, nor does it mean that people who don’t have bad thoughts now will always remain kind. People change, and we need to consider variables. We can’t let players have any contact with the black mist, not even indirectly.”

Someone asked, "How can it be sealed without contact? Not everyone can capture the black mist from a distance."

"My skills can do that." He Tingxu snapped his fingers, and the shadow beneath his feet instantly split into several...

Black, humanoid smoke swirled around the long table. Not only were there humanoid figures, but also four-legged creatures walking on the table, their outlines resembling tigers.

Jiang commented, "It looks like a Dementor."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a humanoid shadowy figure floated in front of her and delivered a swift, deadly blow to her face.

“These shadows can act in place of people, and there’s no need to worry about them consuming energy. Where there is light, there is shadow, and they can regenerate even after death.” He Tingxu casually grabbed one, closed his five fingers, and a black shadow keychain fell onto the table with a thud.

He pushed the item to Shi Jinzhe, saying, "It's a prop. Carry a flashlight with you. You can use it by throwing it after it lights up. The stronger the light, the more powerful the prop. If there's no light, use it as a stealth prop for gathering information. As long as you give it the necessary permissions, it can be used in the real world."

Shi Jinzhe took the keychain and tried it out. It was a very practical item that could be used multiple times, and its strength was based on the user's base strength.

He told He Tingxu to wait a moment, mocking himself as someone who only lived off a woman and whose authority required Shehe's permission, before handing her the keychain.

"Take a look."

“It’s a good thing.” Shekh put down the keychain, rubbed it between his fingertips, and met Shi Jinzhe’s gaze.

"So, can you grant me the permissions?"

His question sounded like that of a powerless emperor, while she was the empress dowager ruling from behind the curtain... No, that's not the right generational relationship.

Sheh interrupted her own bizarre analogy, but then she thought about it again and realized that she and Bai Weishuang were actually not that different from each other.

"Can you grant me the permission?" Shi Jinzhe asked a second time.

Shekh nodded. "Yes, but since the Black Mist is so unsafe for you, let's add two more monitoring players to each world."

Someone at the end of the table asked, "Three people?"

Shekh: "Yes, you can recommend any reliable players from the same world."

Shi Jinzhe agreed with her, saying, "We originally arranged one because we were worried we wouldn't have enough people, but now that Mr. He has reminded us, it would be better to arrange two more."

Upon hearing this, someone at the table immediately spoke their name. Shi Jinzhe propped his head up and asked the new system to retrieve the name of the player who had cooperated the most times among everyone present.

He Tingxu is right. People change. They need to control variables. So, whether he was a good person with both character and ability more than 20 years ago or not now is hard to say.

Shi Jinzhe didn't distrust He Tingxu; it was just that this item required access to the real world, and as the distributor of the item, he would benefit greatly. Any player who received his item could potentially be stabbed in the back by the shadow, and if the item were accidentally lost, it would be even more troublesome.

Even if there's only a 0.1% chance that He Tingxu has ulterior motives, we still can't let our guard down.

Fortunately, Shekh said she could grant her the authority, which meant that even if something went wrong, it would be under her control.

His two questions served as reminders, and her proposed plan for monitoring three people simultaneously was also appropriate.

Triangles are so stable; let them monitor each other.

Shi Jinzhe told the new system: among the recommended candidates they provided, those with the most collaborations should not be chosen, nor those with no collaborations should be chosen; those in the middle should be chosen.

Later that evening, the group "discussed" some minor details before the meeting, which had no one to refuse, finally ended.

Shi Jinzhe and Shehe remained seated, watching as the people left one by one.

Fu Guan was the first to leave his chair. The others hurried past him one by one. Gao Fei nodded politely to say goodbye, while Jiang Ling stayed until the very last few before leisurely leaving.

Before leaving, He Tingxu glanced at her with his white hair, his eyes looking like those of a kind person who had been let down.

"You have a personality just like your mother's."

His heart was like it had been eaten away by worms, filled with cunning and scheming.

She was always on guard against him, even though he clearly didn't want to do anything and his suggestions were so sincere. Yet, Shi Jinzhe was still wary of him.

True Qi!

He Tingxu straightened his clothes and thought, "Never mind, it's better to be wary of people than to believe everything you hear."

He pushed open the door, and before leaving, he heard Shi Jinzhe say, "It was my mother who recommended you to me."

"Bai Weishuang has been dead for many years, don't lie to me."

He Tingxu didn't believe it at all, and without even stopping, he pushed open the door and left, completely forgetting about the word "refined".

With no one around, Shekh slumped to the ground: "His active shadow might be his true personality."

"I think so, and he was genuinely offering his opinion, not ulterior motives." Shi Jinzhe also mimicked her laziness, sliding down two degrees.

Sheikh: "Because you survive longer in the game?"

Shi Jinzhe: "Yes, he was blessed by Lady Luck. I only just saw it myself, and you had the new system access his information."

The Shekh Shout System: Scrolling through hundreds of pages of personal playthrough records, I came across two familiar names.

Li Jin, Yan Ruoying.

It turns out to be a stroke of good luck that went in both directions. If nothing unexpected happens, Bai Weishuang's name will definitely be there again in the early stages.

Shekh: "Why don't you upgrade the [Auspicious] card to the [Luck] card?"

Shi Jinzhe let out a half-laughing, half-smiling tone: "Bad luck is still luck."

“That’s true,” Shekh sighed, as if he had just realized something.

"...And you didn't even argue back when I said that?"

"I think you're right, because I once saw a huge snake on my phone trying its luck, but it exploded. How unlucky!"

"..."

Shekh added, "I couldn't read back then."

"So early? You actually managed to resist smashing your phone to save it?"

"That's because there's no place to put it at home."

"You're really something..."