Chapter 223: "Brother, I'm glad you're okay"

Mo Yan walked in the corridor, listening to other players' discussions.

He felt a little confused.

Annihilation, space vibration, white cat, sword of Alman.

His big brother... is simply a 100% copy of the No. 1 player.

He didn't quite dare to believe this possibility. He would rather believe that the eldest brother is the eldest brother and the great god is the great god.

It was like there were two real and fake first players in front of him. He wanted to believe both of them, but also didn't want to believe both of them.

If Big Brother is really a great god...

He looked up and suddenly saw a new staircase.

It was a staircase that curved upwards and led to the fourth floor. At this moment, it was bright red in the sunset glow, and the handrails seemed to be glowing.

Logically speaking, it was time to go back to his room, and he had to get back to his room as soon as possible, not to mention going up to the fourth floor which had never been opened.

However, judging from what happened just now, it is very likely that the eldest brother followed that strange man upstairs.

...After all, the eldest brother has saved him more than once.

The eldest brother is also a good person, he feels sorry for the eldest brother.

If I could sneak up without being discovered by that weirdo...

Mo Yan stood there hesitating.

Soon, he heard a noise coming from upstairs. The floorboards creaked, as if someone was walking down.

The others who were talking also turned their heads and looked towards the stairs.

The young man with the light behind him slowly walked down the stairs. The blood-red sunset shone on his body, and his blue and white hospital gown seemed to be glowing.

"——Brother!"

Mo Yan originally thought that he would see a big brother who was tortured miserably by that weirdo, but he didn't expect that he came back safe and sound without even a single wound on his body.

Su Mingan walked down, ignoring the several inquiring glances at him.

Mo Yan hurriedly followed him, muttering non-stop.

“Brother, I’m glad you’re okay—there’s an extra layer of danger at night!” Mo Yan repeated the rules, as if to remind him: “Brother, the rules say that doctors will come to find students to execute at night…Brother, don’t sleep too deeply at night. It’s best to set up some defensive formations or something, otherwise you might be ambushed…”

There is uncontrollable concern in Mo Yan's words.

Su Mingan did not respond.

He just walked down the stairs slowly at his original speed.

Third floor, second floor.

A blood-red light enveloped the two men's heads, and behind them stretched an overly long, twisted shadow that seemed to be out of control at any moment.

When they reached the corridor on the first floor, the player who played the first player was just about to enter the door.

He glanced at Su Mingan with caution in his eyes.

...He remembered that in the cafeteria, this guy, as if he was sick, used a skill like space vibration like a crazy person.

Who exactly is the other party?

"Hey, you--" He stretched out his hand, wanting to test it, and suddenly saw Su Mingan also stretched out his hand.

However, Su Mingan's movements were much faster than his.

“Bang!”

The wall powder fell off, making a crackling sound.

It seemed as if the whole building was shaking. Mo Yan took a half step back and almost lost his balance. He felt as if the floor below was shaking from side to side, as if he was in a cabin floating in the sea.

In front of him, his eldest brother's hand was firmly clasped on the throat of the "number one player".

Su Mingan's movements were too fast. Mo Yan only blinked before he saw the "number one player" being pressed against the wall without any resistance.

The player opened his eyes.

His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He seemed to want to struggle, moving his limbs around, but at the same time, a stream of sky-blue light flashed in Su Mingan's eyes.

The man's eyes froze, as if he was confused.

The next moment, Su Mingan's other hand hit the man's abdomen hard.

Mo Yan felt the floor shake again.

Like a huge hammer hitting a meat patty, the man's lower abdomen instantly shrank like a burst balloon, and sporadic blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth. His eyes, which originally had a look of doubt, gradually dimmed.

"Bang."

The body fell to the ground with a huge noise.

Several players who had just come down to the first floor stopped instantly when they saw this brutal scene.

They stood there in a daze, not expecting that the "number one player" would be completely powerless to fight back.

Su Mingan let go of his hand and walked towards his room at the innermost end.

Mo Yan hurried forward and turned over the body of "Player One" to see if he was still breathing. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he was not dead.

Then, without any intention of taking care of his number one player, he turned around and ran towards Su Mingan.

"That... Big Brother, Big Brother!"

Su Mingan paused slightly.

"Brother, why did you hit him? Oh, by the way, brother, are you really upset with him..."

“Nothing.”

Mo Yan opened his eyes: "Then why did big brother..."

"I had hallucinations... I just saw it wrongly." Su Mingan said:

"Don't follow me."

He heard his eldest brother drop the words.

“…Stay away from me.”

He saw his eldest brother approach the room directly.

Big brother is looking back.

The eldest brother glanced at him.

When he looked at his elder brother, a feeling of fear suddenly rose in his heart.

Just because of that pure, icy look.

Like a falcon watching a rabbit, or like waves rushing towards beach crabs, it brought with it a surge and a sense of determination that made him feel as if there was nowhere to escape.

The look of a madman who has lost touch with society. But this madman can kill people. When a madman picks up a shotgun, you never know who he will shoot at next without warning.

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