Chapter 88

That night, Lengbing City was the focus of attention from all four camps.

Thousands of miles eastward, across the pitch-black sea, tens of thousands of islands slowly shifted amidst the long, heavy sound of metallic friction. Every Ghost Island player's gaze shifted from their screens, gazing out into the dark night to the west.

Thousands of miles south of Ghost Island, above the chaotic storm of the Spirit Realm, a vast teleportation array shone with light, and several vaguely human figures appeared. Their gazes met, and they remained silent.

Thousands of miles west of the Spirit Realm, a towering iron structure stood in the darkness, its spire reaching the sky, piercing the night. Atop a hollow valley, a rainbow-hued bay, a white-haired female warrior slowly opened her eyes and gazed beneath the inky clouds. Her eyes shone with a rainbow of colors, like the Milky Way.

That night, the remote and unknown Zhongsu Town became the focus of the entire Lengbing City.

The veteran player was promoted to legend, and no one could get the latest news from the forum. The online players raised their heads one after another and cast complicated glances towards the east.

Envy - Wealth, fame, legendary players are the glory of a country and the heroes of the nation.

Reluctance - The veteran successfully opened the Ghost Ruins. If the Ghost King is strangled, the Soul-Guiding Song will no longer exist. They entered the game with different hopes, but can only exit sadly under the shadow of the hero.

Jealousy and indifference—for this very reason, few wanted the old guard to win the final battle. Furthermore, it was no longer surprising for someone to ascend to Legendary status. The result? Success, perhaps, but certainly not fame.

Over twenty legendary players, in real life and in-game, are known only by their IDs, with no one knowing their true identities. And that glorious in-game ID, over time, will eventually become dusty.

Why are the old ones different?

Compared with historical legendary players, the old ones are indeed different.

He opened the Ghost Ruins, but couldn't even step in.

No one knew that the third-ranked legend who surpassed the first and second places in one fell swoop not only failed to see the appearance of the Ghost King, but was buried in the belly of an SSS-level ghoul.

No one knew that the survivors who witnessed this astonishing scene - thousands of players - were in hell at that moment.

In the wasteland of the eastern suburbs, the white bone knives were like swords in the hands of angels, fangs in the mouth of the devil, and even more like the deadly scythes of the messengers of hell, crisscrossing across the battlefield.

They possess attack power comparable to that of high-level warriors. With a single touch, armor shatters, defensive items shatter into pieces, and all kinds of weapons turn into scrap metal.

The player's body was covered in blood and flesh, turning into pieces that no one could put back together.

After such a gruesome death, no one dared to use the resurrection card. The phantom pain of death was enough to make one vomit, and no one wanted to experience the pain of the body parts growing and healing.

Definitely more than level ten pain.

The scene beyond purgatory was so unbearable that Paopao couldn't bear to look at it any longer. He turned his back and closed his eyes.

An Rou tilted her head to glance at him and said calmly, "They had a chance to run away."

When she sent all the ghouls to stop the old people, it was the best opportunity for these players to escape. However, they chose to follow the ghouls and rush towards the magnificent golden mountain.

There is nothing wrong with people dying for money.

Most of these players had survived all the way to the present without dying once, while a small number, presumably after receiving a world announcement that their old friend had ascended to Legend, had returned to try and cash in.

Today, they have all become money trees for the farm, and a few have become food to feed the employees.

"Baobao, leave two for Zhang Da." An Rou said.

A bone knife pierced through the two players and was handed to Zhang Da, like a skewer of barbecue - raw.

Paopao opened his eyes and saw them explode into two balls of light. At the same time, the screams of terror from far and near disappeared, and this world finally returned to silence.

An unsettling silence.

In contrast to the farm, the forum once again set off a huge wave.

[An SSS-level ghoul appeared in the Zhongxu Town farm mission! ]

[The old man failed to enter the ghost market and was eaten by the ghouls! ! ! ]

[Help! Dragon Flame Oligar, please, Grand Guild, please save my life!]

…

A series of posts erupted like a fountain, leaving millions of watching players a little confused.

Is the old legendary player really dead?

I couldn’t even enter the Ghost Ruins and couldn’t even see the Ghost King?

Isn't it said that Legendary players have combat power comparable to that of a Ghost King, so taking on an SSS-rank ghoul is a piece of cake? How could he have been eaten by a ghoul?!

Judging from what these posters said, Ouli, Yinlai Guild, and thousands of stray guests in Zhongsu Town, together there are nearly 10,000 people... completely wiped out?

Unheard of.

Just how terrifying is this ghoul tide?!

There are thousands of ghouls, and an SS-level ghoul has already emerged. Now an SSS-level BOSS has appeared inexplicably. If the ghoul tide is allowed to spread, the entire Lengbing City will be doomed!

We can only rely on the big guilds. The three major guilds in Lengbing City have united together and dispatched super players to block the mission area to prevent the ghouls from spreading!

[It is recommended that the Dragon Flame Guild intervene directly! ]

[Requesting the three major guilds to jointly dispatch an execution team! ]

-

Paopao looked at the screen, worried: "Boss, what should we do next?"

An unexpected large-scale fish-eating business was launched, nearly 10,000 players were wiped out, and the old third-ranked player died here... Seeing that the three major guilds were alarmed, Zhongsu Town was definitely unable to stay there.

But where can they go?

Chumo, the leaderboard leader, has set his sights on the farm. Chumo represents the Dragon Flame Guild, which boasts millions of players.

The annihilation of the player army this time was a stroke of luck, as the enemy was caught completely off guard. If the million-strong player army had launched a coordinated encirclement and suppression campaign...

The ending is predictable.

Even if there is an SSS-level sudden rich... Chu Mo can deal with the sudden rich alone, right?

In the past two years, he has soloed several ghouls of the same level.

Paopao looked at the countless gold coins piled up in the sea of ​​blood and corpses and said, "Boss, let's abandon the farm and run! Once we're out of the spotlight, we'll build a new one. We have so much money, we can build it whatever we want..."

An Rou saw his light screen, did not answer, and her eyes fell on the land in front of her.

The frightened face of the suddenly rich man has become larger than the bungalow.

"Baobao, clean up." She said softly.

The terrified face suddenly disappeared, and black holes appeared silently all over the farm. Wherever they passed, gold coins and corpses disappeared, and even the flames burning everywhere were swallowed up by the sudden wealth.

The wasteland, ravaged by flames just moments ago, fell back into darkness. In the center of the wasteland lay the outline of a ruined farm.

After a while, the terrified face reappeared in front of An Rou. An Rou stretched out her hand and pointed, and Bao Fu opened his black hole mouth again, wow——

The terrified face was submerged in a mountain of gold.

The gold mountain was as high as two or three stories, and countless props were mixed among countless gold coins.

An Rou subconsciously estimated that the gold coins alone must have been tens of millions. Adding in the discounts on items, it would easily have been over a hundred million. Converting that to the real world at a 1:5 ratio, she was a guaranteed billionaire.

The terrified face moved away from under the golden mountain, and after some distance, it spit out another mountain of corpses.

The two mountains stand side by side, complementing each other.

An Rou asked, "How many are there?"

The earth gurgled slowly and heavily.

An Rou nodded.

932 bodies.

As long as she wanted, they could turn into tens of millions of gold coins, or they could turn into 932 ghouls - enough to set off another super-large ghoul tide.

Even facing the guild's encirclement and suppression, we still have the strength to fight.

Even the staggering wealth before him couldn't shake the heavy heart he felt. The boss's brooding silence made him even more afraid to breathe.

"Boss...you don't want to fight to the death, do you?" Paopao said with a bitter face, "Not really!"

An Rou looked at him sideways and chuckled, "Not really. But I won't abandon the farm."

Admittedly, the farm's land was once again infested with the ghoul poison, making it no different from a land without life. But in Anrou's heart, it was still a farm. Another piece of land, even if it were bigger and better, would not be the farm she wanted.

The posts in the forum became more and more chaotic, and Paopao was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

How come the boss, such a far-sighted person, can't see clearly at this time!

"Zhongsu Town is Ouli's territory. Ouli's reinforcements must be on the way! If Long Yan also sends his army to surround us, we'll just be waiting for death if we just stay at the farm!"

"That's only if they can catch up."

"……What's the meaning?"

An Rou didn't look at him again, her eyes fell on Bao Fu's frightened face, and she raised her chin: "Bao Bao."

The terrified face sank into the ground again, appeared farther away, rose in the air, and then plunged into the ground with its huge body, like a giant whale entering the sea.

After waking up, the wealthy creature was so huge that it was boundless, but when it sank into the ground, it was silent.

The next moment, a crackling sound of the earth tearing apart could be heard from afar. Paopao was startled. In his field of vision, the golden mountain trembled, and gold coins rolled around the mountain as if a layer of shell had been peeled off.

He was horrified to find that the ground beneath his feet was rising!

In the distance, the twenty-meter-high majestic city wall gradually descended. He went from looking up, to looking straight, and finally to looking down!

A slight tremor came from the soles of his feet, making Paopao's legs feel a little weak. He finally realized that it was the sudden wealth that had carried the entire farm... No, not just the farm, but the entire wasteland!

An Rou squatted down, grabbed a handful of black soil that smelled of blood, raised her eyes and looked to the west.

"Let's go, Baobao, to Zhongsu."

Below the farm, Baofu let out a deep, deep roar. A boundless dark cloud, like an unfurled black cloth, surged toward the nearby town.

The people in Zhongsu Town were in panic and no one dared to close their eyes.

The chosen ones have all come out in droves. There must be a ghost haunting somewhere, and it is unprecedentedly ferocious.

All the townspeople closed their doors and windows and pricked up their ears to listen. The streets seemed empty and dead silent.

The place where the haunted people are doesn't seem to be in the town.

This realization didn't diminish the townspeople's fear. With every Chosen One in town already rushing over, it was clear that even if the ghouls weren't in town, they were certainly not far away. What if some ghouls weren't eliminated and made it to town...

As far as anyone could remember, Zhongsu Town had never had its number of Destined Ones completely wiped out. The magnitude of the disaster that would ensue was unimaginable.

Suddenly, there was a loud crackling noise outside, which frightened the nearby residents.

But the next second, the sound appeared farther away, as if what he had heard before was just an illusion.

Crack, crack...

Throughout the town, terrifying noises echoed one after another. From the air, beneath the dim neon lights, black squares appeared one after another in the crisscrossing streets and alleys.

Either a line of houses is broken in the middle, or there is suddenly a vacant space at the end of a street or alley.

It was as if another terrible demon was wandering in the dark, opening its invisible mouth and eating one house after another.

-

At Hongyun Bathing Beach, the men's area was filled with steam. The hot springs, large and small, were empty, no longer the usual crowded scene.

Li Xiang was soaking in the smallest pool, clinging tightly to the rocks beside the pool with both hands, not daring to move.

He raised his head tremblingly and looked at Xiang Sao who was cracking peanuts and drinking old wine by the pool. "Old woman, what's going on outside? Go out and take a look."

Mrs. Xiang raised her hand and threw peanut shells all over his head.

"Go ahead if you want to," she cursed, taking a sip of wine and looking sideways. "Old thing, you're still so afraid of death even though your body is half buried in the ground. You don't have money, and your courage is not as big as a peanut. I must have been blind to marry you."

Before he could finish his words, a crackling sound appeared all around him. It was very close, as if it was right next to the outer wall of the bathhouse.

Li Xiang subconsciously dived into the hot water pool and choked on the water several times.

Mrs. Xiang was stunned for a moment, then took another sip of her wine: "Let me die, I won't die of poverty anyway."

After changing her boss, she now has tens of thousands of gold in her account.

The bun shop closed its door. An Younian stood behind the door worriedly. He wanted to go out, but he remembered his daughter's instructions and did not dare to go out.

Ever since the Chosen Ones rushed out of the store, he had been restless.

Qiaojie comforted him for a while, then after cleaning up the dishes, she came over and gently held his hand.

"Brother Nian, don't worry, Rourou will be fine."

There was also worry in her eyes, but this sentence was not a verbal comfort, but an intuition. The former Rourou, now Boss An, is a capable person.

An Younian had just sighed when he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness and lost his balance. He hurriedly held onto the door frame and turned back to hold Qiaojie.

At this moment, he heard a loud shout outside, it was his daughter's familiar voice.

"Baobao! Be gentle, don't hurt daddy!"

Wing On Hotel.

After beating the gongs and drums and announcing the bounty, Shopkeeper Jin sent his employees home and closed the shop. Only he and Chef Li Kangfu remained in the huge shop.

On the tables, there were still many dishes ordered by the people with destiny, but few of them had been eaten.

The two men sat facing each other, feeling uneasy. They only knew that both gangs were looking for trouble with their boss, but they had no idea what was going on.

Li Kangfu stood up and said, "I don't know if we can open tomorrow. I'll go cook two dishes and we can have a drink together."

Shopkeeper Jin stopped him and said, "Don't go. Even if we can't open the store, you can't take advantage of the store."

"You're the only one who remembers those three rules? Don't worry, I'll use one fish to pay for a large portion of pickled fish... and I won't give you a 20% discount, okay?"

But he was pulled back by Shopkeeper Jin.

Shopkeeper Jin pointed at the pickled fish on the table and said, "It's still warm. It's what the guests left behind, so why waste it if we don't eat it? Why spend the extra money?"

"Stingy guy." Li Kangfu nodded at him, his fingers suddenly pausing. "Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?"

What answered Shopkeeper Jin was a terrifying crackling sound and a feeling of dizziness.

At the edge of the wasteland, the cheongsam woman narrowed her eyes and looked at the buildings that appeared around the farm, a smile blooming on her lips.

"Boss, run! Long Yan or Ou Li's men will be here soon! Zhong Su is surrounded by Ou Li branches!"

An Rou glanced at Paopao nonchalantly and said, "I am going to run away, but I will take away all the belongings I have worked so hard to save."

If Chu Mo wanted to kill Bao Fu, he would have done it long ago. He wouldn't just disappear. Although An Rou couldn't figure it out and still felt that he was extremely dangerous, a glance at him from afar told her that this top player wouldn't do that.

Judging from this, Long Yan will not come too soon.

An Rou didn't have time to figure out the reason.

As for Oli... An Rou sneered. If they send another army, the worst that could happen is that they'll trigger another wave of ghouls.

"Baobao, next stop, town square!"

In the mayor's house, the floor tiles in the study were nearly broken. Heng Batong paced without stopping for the entire night.

The ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

So much time has passed, why haven't Liming and Tang Lang returned yet? Weren't two hundred men more than enough to kill An Rou? Why did the entire town's Chosen Ones rush over?

That An Rou...

When he thought of that damn woman, Heng Batong couldn't help but feel a palpitation in his heart.

Could it be that all the people from the two gangs died at her hands?

He remembered An Rou's whisper in his ear when he was forced to sign an unequal contract.

Devil, she is a devil who sold her soul to a ghoul!

The yard outside the study was densely packed with security guards, each holding a T-shaped stick in his hand.

Except for Captain Tian Rui, all the musketeers were sent to the backyard to protect the mayor's wife and daughter.

Through a door, the security guards seemed to sense Hengbatong's uneasiness, and the air was filled with an oppressive feeling of impending storm.

Suddenly, gunshots rang out in their ears, shocking everyone's heart.

Heng Batong even threw himself at the door, but didn't dare to open it: "Tian Rui, what's going on?!"

Tian Rui held the gun, the muzzle pointed at the night sky, but his whole body was frozen.

The air seemed stagnant.

After a moment of silence, Heng Batong finally heard the security guards exclaim, "What is that?!"

"What, what? Explain it clearly to me, Master!"

Heng Batong knocked on the door, but the next second, a loud banging sound covered up his questioning, the sound of him knocking on the door, and the shouts of all the security guards.

Heng Batong's heart was in his throat. He wanted to open the door, but the ground beneath his feet suddenly tilted due to the tremor, causing him to stagger back involuntarily, and his back hit the bookshelf.

He had just managed to steady himself by holding onto the bookshelf when the ground tilted again, the entire bookshelf pressing him forward. Bang! A fat face slammed against the door, blood gushing out.

"Fly..."

The clicking sound disappeared, and Heng Batong heard Tian Rui's voice.

"Master, the mansion is flying!"

-

In China, the holographic command center is already a heavily guarded place. Surrounded by three layers of military forces, it is even more difficult for even a mosquito to enter.

Because today, a trilateral talks is being held there.

China was the mediator, and the other two parties were the main actors. The battle for the operating rights of the Lengbingcheng Railway Station was brought to the forefront due to the T21 incident.

Long Yan, Ouli, and Garl, the three guild presidents, sat at the same table.

The negotiations began in the afternoon and lasted until the evening, with tensions and endless arguments.

Under Long Yan's mediation, an initiative was barely approved by Oli and Gar: from now on, the railway station will be operated by the Gar Guild, and after five years it will be returned to Oli for three years to make up for the previously set operation period.

Train T21 was naturally changed to "T23".

Although they had reached a consensus, the air was filled with a lingering sense of tension. Oli was convinced that the T21 incident was a conspiracy by Gal.

As the memorandum was being signed, an Ouli diplomat burst in.

When President Ouli heard the whispered report, he could not hide his surprise. After he finished listening to it all, his face changed, and he slammed the table in anger, pointing his index finger at the Chinese representative.

Sitting in the center of the Chinese delegation was the president of the Longyan Guild, Shi Xizheng.

President Ouli: "Chu Mo is hindering our mission on Ouli's territory. Is it your Long Yan who ordered it?!"

Having just been stabbed in the back by the Gal Guild, Long Yan, as the neutral mediator, turned around and stepped on them.

How can there be any neutrality!

Shi Xi was frowning slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw his secretary hurried over. After understanding the situation, his expression changed.

A massive ghoul wave erupted in Zhongsu Town?

In other words, there really is a high-level ghoul lurking in Zhongxu Town, and the recent successive revelations of mission clues are all because of this mother ghost?

The old players are promoted to legends and the ghost ruins are opened? In other words, the game is facing its end again.

However, although the old ones are very strong, the possibility of completing the ultimate mission is very small. The reason is the ink removal.

This guy suddenly appeared and occupied the top spot on the Destiny Ranking for two whole years. Logically, he should be the best player with the highest Destiny value, but for some reason, he has not been able to be promoted to Legend.

Shi Xizheng asked about it, but Chu Mo didn't tell him the reason, only the strategy: take advantage of the fact that someone has opened the Ghost Ruins and force their way in.

The goal is naturally the ultimate challenge.

Now that the old man has become a legendary player, Chu Mo has single-handedly blocked several of Ouli's support teams outside Zhongsu Town... There is only one possibility, that the old man failed in the battle of Ghost Ruins.

At this moment, whether in the game or outside of it, the old guys have become a thing of the past, a speck of history that radiates a fleeting glory.

Unfortunately, the Oli Guild didn't seem to realize this. They chose no centralized management, allowing top players to independently decide where to place the holographic pods. At this critical moment, their disadvantage was clearly evident.

The old guy, I'm afraid he has died in the game cabin.

In just a minute, Shi Xizheng, though unable to understand why Chu Mo wanted to intercept Ou Li's reinforcements, had already made the most correct judgment. However, he always had an icy face, showing no emotion.

Shi Xizheng glanced at the furious President Ouli and whispered to the secretary, "Have you contacted him?"

Secretary: "Chu Mo has not responded to the summons."

Shi Xizheng: "Vital signs?"

Secretary: "I checked it, and there's nothing abnormal."

Shi Xi was secretly relieved, as if Chu Mo's life or death was far more important than the diplomatic issues he had caused. Since there were no abnormalities in his vital signs, all he had to do next was appease Ou Li.

but……

Shi Xi was looking at both sides of the negotiation table. When the president of the Gal Guild saw that President Ouli had thrown his pen, he thought that the other party was taking the opportunity to go back on his word and signed the memorandum, so he started arguing again.

It seems that there is no need for any comfort.

One day at a time, one day at a time. Since they're going to argue, let's first sort out the issue of train operating rights. As for the details of the ghoul tide in Zhongsu Town, it won't be too late to investigate later.

Shi Xi had just made up his mind when the Ouli diplomat's expression suddenly changed and he said something loudly.

President Ouli was arguing with President Gar. Upon hearing this, his body stiffened and he fell down on the chair.

President Gal also stopped talking, his face full of gloating.

It seems things have changed again.

Sure enough, the secretary leaned over and whispered in Shi Xizheng's ear: "President, the old man has fallen."

Just as Shi Xizheng expected.

He was calm and collected, and the corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly. He caught a glimpse of the secretary's fleeting expression of astonishment from the corner of his eye.

"What's going on?"

The secretary handed over the phone, and Shi Xi was stunned by the line of words on the screen.

[The old man's soul was devoured by an SSS-level ghoul and he was unable to enter the final battle...]

"President, there is an SSS-level BOSS hidden in the ghoul tide in Zhongsu Town. Should we..." The secretary lowered his voice even more and quickly glanced at the depressed-looking President Ouli.

Shi Xizheng frowned, pondered for a moment, and then slowly shook his head: "With Chu Mo here, there's no need to worry about the ghoul tide spreading."

There's a top-tier ghoul lurking in the ghoul tide, so the ink removal operation makes sense.

Firstly, Oli had lost his old friend and two top players, Chizen Ichimura, in succession, and no one in the guild had the strength to kill an SSS-level ghoul. If Oli's reinforcements rushed over, it would only increase the risk of the ghoul tide getting out of control.

Secondly, by keeping the SSS-level ghoul to attract other super-god players, there will be a chance to open the Ghost Ruins again.

However, compared to this extremely hidden ghoul boss, Shi Xizheng was more concerned about another thing.

He broke the atmosphere of ulterior motives and looked at President Ouli: "Is the old man still alive?"

The translator quickly translated this sentence.

President Ouli was stunned for a moment, and the frustrated look on his face disappeared visibly.

Yes, although the old guy was promoted to legend, he did not enter the Ghost Ruins to face the Ghost King. Does it mean that even if he lost the qualifications, he is still alive?

Game qualifications are very valuable, but they can always be purchased on the black market. With the veterans' top gaming experience, if they can rise once, they can rise again!

"Quick, send someone to confirm the old guy's situation!" He hurriedly said to diplomat Ouli.

Unexpectedly, when I looked up, I saw the diplomat's dejected face.

"President, I just received a notification that the old man is confirmed dead."

Shi Xizheng finished listening to the translator's translation and then asked, "Time of death?"

Diplomat Ouli checked his phone: "Ten minutes ago."

The Dragon Flame Guild secretary added, "According to calculations, the old member lost his qualification about ten minutes ago."

Shi Xizheng's eyes were gloomy and he didn't say anything else.

On the other side of the negotiation table, President Gal also finished listening to the translation, put away his gloating expression, silently picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

Shi Xizheng was the first to break the silence: "There have always been two opinions about the causes of sudden deaths among gamers. Some believe they died at the hands of the Ghost King, causing complete damage to their brain nerves. Others believe that the player's level is the cause of their sudden death. After all, the vast majority of the sudden death cases we have collected are not legendary players and have no chance of entering the ultimate battle.

"Now that we have the cases of the old ones, we should be able to eliminate this disagreement. Anyone who is promoted to Legend must die. On behalf of our country, I thank Oli."

After listening to the translation, Guild Master Ouli sighed and shook his head. "Except for legendary players, we haven't found a clear logic for other sudden deaths."

"No, logic has always existed." Shi Xizheng corrected, spitting out two words, "luck."

The three guild leaders were silent for a moment, and then Guild Leader Gar suddenly stood up. "No matter what the reason is, there is only one solution: ascend to Legendary status, kill the Ghost King, and decipher the divine revelation!"

He was tall, with intimidating blue eyes. He looked at Guild Master Ouli and said, "You Ouli don't have the strength to deal with SSS-level ghouls, right? Let us, Gar, do it!"

President Ouli was startled and slammed the table. "I think you're just trying to take advantage of the situation to snatch the mission! I'm telling you, it's impossible! Zhongsu Town is Ouli's territory, and the SSS-level ghoul is also Ouli's mission!"

President Gal: "Only if you can kill him!"

President Oli: "It's just a crazy ghoul. I sent out 50,000 people, how could we not kill it!"

President Garl: "You'll only cause the ghoul tide to get out of control. Why should Garl take this risk?! President Long Yan, what are your thoughts?"

In a blink of an eye, they started arguing again, arguing with each other and neither of them was willing to give in.

Shi Xizheng glanced at the secretary, who shook his head slightly.

Haven't contacted the ink remover yet.

It seemed that he could only continue with the strategy he had planned before, not helping either side. This would both maintain Long Yan's neutral stance and maximize Long Yan's interests.

It is best to wait for a high-level player to remove the ink, reopen the Ghost Ruins, and crack the divine revelation in one step.

If he couldn't wait, he would personally strangle the SSS-level ghoul to prevent the ghoul tide from getting out of control, and the reward would be generous. Even if he didn't kill it, according to the game mechanics, the wildly transformed SSS-level ghoul wouldn't exist for long and would soon be recycled by the system and disappear.

In short, Long Yan only gained and did not lose.

Shi Xizheng calculated every situation, but unfortunately, he also miscalculated every situation.

Outside Zhongsu Town, Minister Kuwata gritted his teeth as he looked at the huge chasm in front of him that was created by Chumo's sword.

He didn't retreat, but he didn't dare to go any further. He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

There, a red light flying from afar was intercepted by a speck of silver light. A moment later, the red light returned to its original path, and the silver light hovered in the air, gradually disappearing into the darkness as its color darkened.

Even with Minister Kuwata's keen eyesight, he couldn't discern another translucent figure beside Mo. Its outline was like the ripples of water, its shape indeterminate.

Xie Xin followed Chu Mo's gaze, looking at the huge dark cloud in the town square that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and said with a smile: "If that super god kills it, he may be promoted to a legend. Such a good opportunity, why not use it?"

Chu Mo remained silent, his gaze fixed on the distance. Experts were arriving from all directions of Zhongsu Town.

If a single player could kill an SSS-level ghoul, he might be able to advance to Legend. But with so many high-level players, there wasn't enough experience to share.

Xie Xin smiled knowingly: "In that case, why don't you just kill it yourself? Aren't you afraid that the ghoul tide will get out of control?"

Chu Mo's voice cracked as he asked back, "No one can kill it, why don't you recycle it?"

Jie Xin smiled silently, and his figure began to fade.

"In that case, I can play with you a little longer this time."

Chu Mo disappeared even faster than him. Before he finished speaking, he appeared in the distance and stopped a high-level player who was rushing over.

-

No one knew that Zhongsu Town had become an abandoned place tonight.

As long as An Rou is willing, she can turn this town into a ghost town. And she will be the king of the ghost town.

However, Zhongsu Town was also lucky - An Rou did not have this plan.

She assigned tasks to all the ghoul employees, who had to drag the players' corpses one by one to the pickling vats. When there was no more room in the vats, they would bury them in the ground.

The fear-mongering wave of ghouls spreading across the forums did not appear.

But the townspeople's fear did not disappear.

A second piece of land appeared above the town, illuminated by a riot of neon lights, like a huge dark cloud covering the town square.

Beneath the dark clouds, the white bone blade was slowly waving, like a thick lightning in slow motion, or like a white dragon shuttling through the dark clouds.

And looking into the distance, at the four corners of the dark clouds, there are four bone knives like pillars of heaven - they are the limbs of sudden wealth.

With his limbs bent in mid-air, he lowered the blade diagonally, slowly and firmly piercing the four sides of the mayor's mansion. As the bone knife exerted force, the crackling sound was like a landslide, and he actually uprooted the vast mansion.

The mansion, supported by the limbs of the wealthy, rose steadily, bit by bit. Debris continued to fall from below, dropping into the deep pit.

The core area of ​​Zhongsu Town was also empty. If the entire town were like a copper coin, the location of the former mayor's house would be the square hole of the coin.

Inside the mansion, the soldiers were in complete panic, unable to do anything, let alone escape. They huddled in corners, trembling.

No matter how loudly Heng Batong shouted, no one dared to respond.

No one had seen the ghoul's true form, but everyone knew it must have been responsible for this horrific act. How could human power lift such a large house into the sky?

In the backyard, Leng Hanli woke up from her sleep. She called out a few times but no one answered. She ran out of the bedroom barefoot and hurried to her daughter's room, holding on to the wall.

After pushing open the door, he saw Heng Bobao sitting on the bed, holding the bedposts through the white gauze curtains with both hands, his body swaying with the slightly shaking ground.

When Heng Bobao saw his mother, an excited smile bloomed on his little face: "Mom, am I dreaming? It feels like sleeping in a cradle. It's so fun!"

Bang! A vase fell to the ground and shattered as the words were spoken.

Leng Hanli ran over and hugged Heng Bobao, and a trace of panic appeared on her usually calm face.

But her voice was calm: "Go back to sleep, mom will stay with you."

In the front yard, Heng Batong in the study shouted several times, but no one told him what had happened.

His face hit the door, breaking his nose and causing him excruciating pain. His will to survive forced him to endure the pain, forcing himself to drink a life potion and then tremblingly opened the door.

With a loud bang, the violent vibration under his feet made him fall, and his front teeth hit the door sill hard.

His only remaining front tooth fell out, and Heng Batong nearly fainted from the pain. He raised his head with difficulty. The power was out in the entire house, and in the darkness, he could vaguely make out the outline of a figure huddled in the corner of the yard.

"Hurry up and come, hurry up and come!"

No soldier dared to move.

This bunch of trash!

The ground had stopped shaking, and Heng Batong struggled to get up by pulling on the door panel. Unexpectedly, a burst of wild laughter suddenly rang out from outside.

He was so frightened that his legs went weak, his knees hit the door sill, and his head hit the bluestone floor hard.

He knelt down and bowed deeply.

"Paopao, you know what? I've had my eye on this mansion for a long time. It's a grand Chinese-style compound with several entrances! It's so magnificent! Finally, it's in my hands today, hahahaha!"

"Finally, I don't have to live in this shabby bungalow anymore!"

The pain was compounded, and before losing consciousness, Heng Batong finally recognized that it was An Rou's voice.

The devil's voice that scared him awake at night.

The farm had long since become the ruins of a battlefield, with rocks and wood scattered all over the ground that had not yet been cleaned up. The buildings that had been cut up and moved up by the wealthy were so crowded that they almost filled up the empty space.

An Rou simply placed the mayor's mansion on the edge of the wasteland.

She and Paopao were standing at the gate of the mansion at this time.

Paopao finally recovered from his shock and looked at his boss with mixed emotions.

He had never seen An Rou laugh so recklessly. His impression was that the boss's reaction was always calm and restrained, whether it was acquiring a new business or completing a fish business.

The boss is always thinking about the next step, the future, and the long-term.

But today... it's like I'm drunk, I want to drink while I can, and it looks like I'm having a doomsday party.

"Boss, what should we do in the future?" He asked for the nth time.

An Rou raised her hand and patted his cheek: "What else can I do? I'll just give in. Come on, smile!"

He used his thumb to pull a smile out of Paopao's face.

"Have you seen Howl's Moving Castle?" An Rou asked.

Paopao shook his head blankly.

An Rou sighed and said, "Raise your arms. Like this, yes, shout with me—"

"I have a farm!"

Paopao: “…I have a farm.”

"Louder, cheer up!" An Rou shouted, "I have a flying farm!"

Paopao: "I have a flying farm..."

Miraculously, when he said "can fly", the breath he had been holding in his chest and dared not let out instantly dissipated.

An Rou turned around and pointed at the mayor's house: "I have a palace, a flying palace!"

Paopao's shouting became noticeably louder: "I have a palace, a flying palace!"

An Rou raised her arm and pointed her index finger towards the top of the mansion: "I have a mountain of gold, I have endless money!"

Nearly ten thousand players, thousands of ghouls, and the gold coins left behind by them all gathered together, creating a spectacular spectacle. Gold items piled up like a mountain, its peak jutting out from the walls of the mansion, gleaming with golden light.

It lit up Paopao's eyes.

He couldn't help but shout, "I have a mountain of gold, I have endless money to spend!"

An Rou: "I can go wherever I want, and no one can stop me!"

Paopao: "I can go wherever I want, and no one can stop me!"

After he finished shouting, he felt inexplicably excited and his heart was inexplicably surging.

An Rou turned around again and looked at him with a smile.

"Welcome to my mobile farm. Paopao, I'm asking you one last time: are you willing to join me on this journey?"

Joining means that Paopao, as a real player, stands against all the guilds and players of Soul Song.

Paopao said without hesitation: "I do, it's my honor!"

This is an experience that billions of gamers have never had. How could he not want it?

The two sat down at the edge of the wasteland, looking down at the neon lights below. With Su Fu here, there was no need to worry about falling.

I have brought all my own things with me.

Next, she will fight to protect.

An Rou pointed to the night sky ahead: "Bao Bao, let's go!"

Beneath the dark clouds, the Optimus Prime-like bone knife twisted and retracted, disappearing into the clouds along with the bone blade. Looking up from below, it blended seamlessly into the night, silently disappearing into the night sky.