Chapter 149 The Akina Mountain Speed ​​King "Litanvi's Manor" led to a...

The lowest level of the entertainment complex in the Trial Tower.

The shifty-eyed boy furtively gripped the backpack strap on his shoulder.

The no man's land is not without its share of unambitious scoundrels who make a living through shady dealings. If they are caught, they should be beaten up at best, and killed at worst.

That's how it is at the very bottom level; rules are set by people, and rules are everywhere.

On that day, he chose Huang Er as his target.

Huang Er rarely comes to the lowest level. Middlemen are big and powerful. Any rare item that hasn't passed through his hands can't be considered good.

But the new employer who knocked on the door insisted on doing the deal here.

The lowest level of trading is risky. Sometimes you've just made a move on one side, and before you can even take another step, you get robbed and cheated.

Therefore, Huang Er was surrounded by many people when he came down, so he did not understand Huang Si's reason for "faking an accident" against him.

If you don't understand, just arrest them and interrogate them.

The boy huddled timidly in the chair in the president's office, looking around anxiously like a restless chick.

Huang Er poured him a glass of water: "What are you afraid of? Weren't you afraid when you stole my things?"

"If I don't steal... I can't afford to eat..."

The boy's voice was stiff and dry, and even after drinking a glass of warm water, he couldn't feel better.

Seeing this, Huang Er poured another cup, but this time he didn't rush to give it to him. Instead, he reached out and pinched the boy's cheek to examine him carefully.

"You're not bad looking. You should know me. Coincidentally, I don't just sell things, I sell people too."

The boy flinched in shock, but the grip on his face left him no escape. He could only shake his head, tears welling in his eyes, and plead, "Don't sell me..."

Some hardcore Borderlands players have a thing for these little boys.

Judging from this, I'm genuinely scared.

Huang Er eased his grip, put down the cup, lifted his right foot, and stepped into the small section of the chair between the boy's legs. The boy trembled violently at the tip of his shoe.

He lit a cigarette and pressed the lighter: "Then tell us who sent you."

"Nobody..."

"Hmm? You're not telling the truth, are you?"

The boy's tears dripped onto the web of his hand, making it wet: "Nobody...please don't sell me..."

"..."

Huang Er shoved the half-smoked cigarette holder into the boy's sobbing mouth: "It's so noisy."

The boy choked on the cigarette ash that rushed into his mouth, broke free from Huang Er's hand, and coughed violently while hunched over.

It got even noisier.

Perhaps because it was difficult to deal with someone whose identity the boy was, Huang Er inexplicably brought the boy to his side.

Furthermore, during several trials, when he saw the boy in a state of panic being chased by monsters, he would throw out bait: "Will you talk or not? If you talk, I'll save you."

The boy was still crying: "Nobody."

The boy followed Huang Er for a very long time, so long that Huang Er would instinctively reach out to him whenever he saw him in danger.

Finally, Huang Er cornered him in the office chair again: "You've been eating and drinking for free here for so long, now you can leave. I don't want a teammate of dubious origin."

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

The boy hurriedly chased after him and grabbed his sleeve: "No...no, I didn't eat and drink for free...last time...the glass lamp...was very expensive...the time before that..."

When he gets anxious, he even stutters when he speaks.

Huang Er pulled the hand away: "Then tell me, who sent you to approach me?"

"He...he's been kind to me...I can't betray him..."

"..."

Huang Er chuckled self-deprecatingly. The young man before him, having spent his days as a middleman, had long since shed the image of the two small ribs he had first met.

The boy opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Huang Er didn't give him the chance and forcefully shoved him against the door.

After a loud bang, Huang Er, with a smirk, said slowly and deliberately, "Go back and find him."

"No...don't go back..."

"My second brother's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain..."

Huang Er grabbed the boy's hair, forcing him to look up, and asked through gritted teeth, "What, you're planning to repay me with your body?"

The boy's eyelashes trembled. Despite his greatest fear of being sold, he still nodded with difficulty.

Huang Er only learned later that the boy had been through many hands before meeting his so-called "benefactor," and was covered in wounds inside and out.

And so, the boy stayed by his side under the name Huang Si, and they tacitly never mentioned it again.

It wasn't until he left Un Entertainment, with all four of his limbs broken, and Huang Si, out of fear, spawned a genocide that caused him harm at the Bright Sanatorium, that he realized who was behind Huang Si.

Everything began because of him, and everything should end because of him.

...

The older Jetta blends into the bustling city traffic.

Nan Yi gripped the steering wheel, and suddenly a bead disappeared from the antique wooden bracelet on his left wrist.

There were originally five beads, then there were four when Nan San was gone, and now there are only three. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and the gaps between the beads widened, sliding back and forth with his movements.

The vehicle veered sharply, its tires screeching as they rubbed against the pavement, nearly crashing into the guardrail.

The engine shut off, and the car fell into a deathly silence, with only Nan Yi's suppressed breathing remaining. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, his forehead pressed against the cold leather steering wheel, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?"

008 steadied himself, placed his hand on the front seat, and asked in a serious tone, "What happened?"

Nan Yi did not answer immediately, maintaining that posture as if she was trying her best to suppress some kind of emotion that was about to erupt.

A few seconds later, he slowly looked up, and the rearview mirror reflected the unfathomable pain and crimson in his eyes.

"Nan Si...is dead..."

008's heart sank. He had heard of Nan Ke leaving Nan Yi to Nan Wu in Litanwei, but he usually had more contact with Nan Yi.

Huang Er attacked Jiang Yang because of the hanging man, and Nan Yi refused to believe it when she heard it from 007. Now she suddenly learns that Nan Si is dead...

"...Nan Si is Huang Er?"

"Um."

Nan Yi took a deep breath, his voice regaining its composure: "He didn't die in vain."

But beneath that calm surface, an even more turbulent undercurrent was subtly revealed.

[Player Nan Yi's Talent Card: Sun]

[Personal Talent: Light of Joy]

【Usage Instructions - Light Domain: Inflicts continuous purification damage on dark-type creatures】

【Instructions for Use - Bone Endoscope: The bone endoscope has an independent internal space for storage. The space teleportation function is activated at the maximum level, and the coordinates must be marked in advance】

[Instructions for Use - Backlighting: Retrace and reproduce key images and sounds of a specified object or location within 24 hours]

Those copper-handled knives were made from metal cut from the bone mirror. Except for Jiang Yang's, the others activated their teleportation function after Nan Yi's talent reached its maximum level. The Well of Despair is essentially a coordinate, and the light can be used to recreate it.

Nan Yi first put Huang Er's body into the bone mirror.

Mr. V asked, "Since four people are going in, why is it necessary to kill Huang Er?"

The Hanged Man said, "Xiong Bingxin will never be of any use to us."

Nan Yi's first thought was that this was probably another of the Hanged Man's schemes, but why did it have to be four people...?

He shared his guess with 008, who, after considering it, decided: "Let's contact Jiang Yang first."

Just then, Jiang Yang decided to adjust the time, but he needed someone to observe the changes at the clock tower, so he asked 007 to contact 008.

The two eventually agreed to meet at the small park.

The small park was empty—no fog, no door that could traverse the real world and no man's land—it was utterly ordinary.

Once everyone was gathered, Nan pointed to the panel and restarted the talent system.

The scene begins directly with Huang Er and his group stepping into the Well of Despair.

But while Nanichi's attention was focused on the conversation between the Hanged Man and Mr. V, the other three discovered something even more extraordinary at the bottom of the well.

008 said, "A river was diverted outside the Litanve manor, and the human-faced fish came with the river, but the river..."

He paused, and 007 continued, "From the Sea of ​​the Forge."

008 recalled the Forge Guardians he had seen with Hoshino in the Forge. They shared the same origin, and he said with certainty, "We must destroy the Forge."

"The furnace is neither in Un Entertainment nor in this trial."

Upon hearing 008's words, Jiang Yang calmly replied, "The All that I previously stored in the panel didn't include the furnace, which means the furnace itself isn't fixed in any particular trial." He examined the door and asked 008, "What's inside the furnace?"

008 answered: "The soul."

“Yes,” Jiang Yang nodded in agreement, “but this is just a processing plant.”

The beginning of a sin that manipulates the weights of the soul.

"But we can destroy this place."

Jiang Yang looked away from the door: "Alright, let's go out. The smell of blood is making us nauseous."

After they came out, Nan asked, "So what do you mean?"

Jiang Yang pushed up his glasses: "I want to know, does anyone know what the Hanged Man's purpose is in coming to trial this time?"

"..."

008 speculated: "Xiong Bingxin might know."

Given Xiong Bingxin's status as her agent, there was absolutely no need for her to participate in this trial. Therefore, she must have come with a mission. However, according to the Hanged Man's statement, the two sides seem to have different positions. If possible, she could try to push things along.

007 made a quick decision: "I'll send a message to 003 right now."

This time, Xiong Bingxin accepted 003's proposal.

003 quickly replied: "The Hanged Man also came for the key."

Jiang Yang recalled the door shrouded in blood mist that he had just seen in the bone mirror; he had only seen the same mist in one other place.

"The Hanged Man and his companions are going to the clock tower."

008 was puzzled: "But if it's just to enter the clock tower, why do we need four people?"

"I don't know, perhaps we'll only know once we're inside the clock tower."

007 asked Jiang Yang for her opinion: "Should the four of us split up next?"

As originally planned, they were supposed to be half at the clock tower and half at the train station.

"No."

Jiang Yang's voice was firm and resolute: "The four of us will go into the clock tower and let Xiong Bingxin and the others adjust the time."

"And this time, the time will be moved back to 6 p.m.