Chapter 222
Yitu admitted that exchanging identity cards with Huasan was somewhat of a gamble.
In the spring crossover match, the Night King had already suffered from the pain of the god level.
Jin Zirui would never allow the same threat and mistake to happen a second time.
Therefore, Yitu's pain card, which only targets the Night King, can no longer achieve a decisive victory.
But this does not mean that pain has lost its absolute advantage in killing Jin Zirui.
It is still a death warrant, a guillotine hanging over the heads of Jin Zirui and Shi Ning.
The key to whether the guillotine falls or not is the life or death of its owner, Yi Tu.
The Night King knows the unique properties of the Pain Card. The higher the level of pain the owner perceives, the stronger the mental impact on the enemy.
However, what he didn't know was that the pain after being promoted to the God-level card had an additional hunting rifle attribute.
As long as the holder dies, the pain will immediately trigger the hunting rifle attribute, taking the target person away in exchange for their life.
This state cannot be removed, and the hunting rifle attribute ignores the protection of items and weapons of any level.
Yitu knew that he had a chance of winning. As long as he added the hunting rifle attribute of the pain card, at least he wouldn't lose too badly.
He must take at least one of the Night King and Shi Ning away.
Based on the understanding of Jin Zirui's extremely vicious and extreme character, the person who died first was most likely Huasan.
And he will be left alone by the Night King, suffering any torture imaginable or unimaginable.
He will not die with tears of gratitude until Jin Zirui gets tired of playing with him and allows him to die.
Although the shotgun finally took away the Night King, this was not the result Yi Tu wanted.
He wanted to be the final winner, wanted to go back alive, wanted both of them to go back alive.
Yitu's ambition is not small, even though he hides it very deeply.
So, he made a decision that Huasan never expected, and exchanged their identity cards.
After Huasan became a demon god, not only did he grow demonic hands on his back, his face was covered with a fleshy demon mask, and his body was covered with scales, completely transforming him into a demon.
Such scales are like an extremely strong layer of armor, and most weapons can hardly really hurt him.
Even the Night Fury's fangs would have to work hard to pierce this layer of scales.
Of course Shi Ning would not do that. She was already used to taking shortcuts.
It might be a kind of enjoyment to pierce the player's ID card, listen to the wails of the dying, and watch the thin paper melt and corrode under the tip of the knife.
No one has ever been able to leave their identity card and survive alone. Compared to the extreme torture of the Night King, she prefers to kill everyone without leaving any roots.
Yi Tu guessed that Shi Ning would do this, but he was not completely sure.
So he exchanged cards with Huasan, just to be fully prepared for the one in a thousand chance of it happening.
He thought too much, and most of the possibilities that might happen quickly flashed through his mind.
Failure, success, death or survival, he had carefully calculated everything in his mind.
Therefore, facing the current situation, Yitu feels particularly calm.
He had already anticipated this when he handed the power of life and death to Huasan.
People are selfish, without exception.
However, he still wanted to gamble with his last bit of goodwill, and he was willing to be the purest gambler.
It’s a gamble whether sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.
The silhouette of the flower umbrella gradually blurred in front of his eyes, and the Knight's Promise, the only passive attribute of the Jack of Hearts, was about to disappear.
Yi Tu was held on to his last breath by Xu Heng. As long as time had not passed, even if his body was destroyed, his soul would remain immortal.
After leaving the card field alive, the system will automatically correct the data for it, and it will not be considered a true death.
Therefore, even if Yi Tu's identity card is destroyed, as long as he successfully replaces it with a new one before the passive ability of Jack of Hearts disappears, he can continue to survive.
Yitu thought he had lost the bet.
However, just before his consciousness collapsed, the man bent down and threw the thin card in front of Yitu's chest casually.
The moment the card is put down, the system automatically recognizes and detects the new ID card.
Soon, the data on the card was also modified.
Jin Zirui's name was ruthlessly erased, and replaced by two bright red words, Yi Tu.
Plum blossom King, suitable for painting.
"You've calculated everything." Huasan's voice was soft, yet tinged with a hint of elusive melancholy.
"Have you ever thought about the ending now?"
Yitu lay on the cold ground, his right eye obscured by a drop of solidified blood, and fatigue evident between his brows.
He didn't have the strength to stand up, but he tried to pull the corners of his lips and said in a hoarse voice:
"Yeah, how could I not have thought about it."
He was like Jin Zirui's inner demon, guessing and understanding his every thought until the final battle, when he hit his predictions.
He predicted the Night King's prediction, so how could he not have considered the most embarrassing situation?
Although Huasan has a cold temperament, he is not a heartless person after all.
Otherwise, he would not have fallen in love with the kind-hearted and innocent Song Jingchen, nor would he have been indignant about Ou Cheng's death.
Yi Tu knew everything, but how could he dare to grasp the unpredictable human heart?
"I know I shouldn't save you, but..." Huasan sighed and whispered:
"It's not reasonable for me not to save him."
Hearing this, Yi Tu smiled and slowly closed his eyes.
Huasan knew he was tired, so he paused and continued:
"The last death code has not yet appeared. It will only be between you and me."
Yi Tu still didn't respond. He lay there motionless, his breathing so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Huasan just looked at him quietly without saying anything more.
Even if he brought Yi Tu back to life, given Yi Tu's current near-death state, he would still be no match for him.
Out of consideration for one's feelings, or perhaps out of human ethics, he would save Yi Tu.
But when faced with a real life-or-death decision, even brothers would fight to the death, not to mention the shallow friendship between him and Yi Tu.
They all want to go back alive to see their loved ones, Yi Tu is like that, and so is Hua San.
At this time, any words seem deliberate, and any expression seems hypocritical and ridiculous.
A real battle was about to break out between the two in silence.
However, just as Huasan was about to take action, a strange look suddenly flashed across his face.
Yitu naturally also caught this point, and his tense muscles still did not dare to relax for a moment.
The flower umbrella spoke, and he said:
"Maybe... we still have a chance?"
Yitu was startled, and suddenly thought of something:
"Matsumoto Jun!"
Matsumoto Jun is not dead. In addition to the two of them, there is a third player in this card game.
Thanks to the teleportation mark card, Huasan discovered Matsumoto Jun.
The Japanese man who was killed at the beginning and never appeared again was still on the field.
And now, Matsumoto Jun is trying to kill the death puppet that Hanasaki left not far away in order to take another big step towards victory.
The strange look on Huasan's face became even more intense, and he disappeared from the spot the next second.
Yitu patted the dirt off his collar and walked into the darkness with a normal expression.
At this moment, Matsumoto Jun, who has returned to human form, is holding a dagger and approaching the death puppet with Huasan's health value of 0.
How could he not know about the fight between the two groups of players in the Chinese area? The noise was so loud that it was enough to alarm the cat hiding in a corner of the woods.
He wanted to profit like a fisherman, but his patience was exhausted in the long wait.
If those two don't dare to kill each other, then he will solve the problem himself.
Just as the dagger was about to cut the puppet's neck, a big hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Matsumoto Jun by the back of the collar.
Matsumoto Jun was suddenly startled and had no time to struggle. The next second, he was thrown to the ground by the man behind him.
Huasan stepped hard on his right hand as he tried to pick up the knife, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I'm so glad we meet again."
Matsumoto Jun's face was rather grim. "Why are you here? You shouldn't have any props on you!"
Huasan shrugged, but was too lazy to explain to him.
When Yitu arrived, he handed over the dagger he had taken from the red box.
"The last one." Huasan whispered.
Yitu paused and repeated softly:
"The last one."
If the death code is not refreshed after Matsumoto Jun's death, then someone must stay between him and Huasan.
Matsumoto Jun could understand what they said and naturally understood the meaning of their words. He struggled and screamed frantically, trying to escape the clutches of fate.
But those who desire victory will not give any more chances.
Matsumoto Jun is the last hope, the hope that is personally delivered to them.
The dagger pierced the heart easily, and the blood color faded from Matsumoto Jun's face little by little.
He could no longer turn back into a black cat. The cat's nine lives had been used up, and he could only lie in his owner's arms and cry.
The departure of a life is always quick. There was no sound in the silent forest, and no one spoke, only the slight, trembling breathing.
Yitu and Huasan stared at Matsumoto Jun's chest, pulled out their daggers, and brought out warm blood, as well as blurry black numbers hidden in the blood.
It was a number 1, a simple 1.
The heartbeat ringing in my ears finally disappeared, and the dizzying scene became clearer than ever.
Yitu threw away the dagger and only then realized that his palms were covered in cold sweat.
"It's over." Huasan also took a breath and murmured:
"The password is 4791. We can go back now. It's over..."
Yitu nodded along with a relaxed smile on his face.
The devil's footsteps grew closer in the darkness, until it pushed aside the bushes and looked at the last two lucky ones with its scarlet eyes.
"This is a game that can never end unless you tell the Death Servant the true secret of death!"
"I think you have found the true death code. Tell me! Shout it out loud!"
"I will be freed from darkness forever, and you will also be able to escape the bondage of death!"
"If you lie to me, I think..."
The Death Servant didn't continue speaking, but it opened its pitch-black mouth wide, as if it could tear any living creature apart.
Everything is implied.
Huasan and Yitu looked at each other. Even at this time, they were still being overly cautious.
"The code for death is..." Yitu looked directly into the eyes of the Death Servant and said slowly: "Four, seven, nine..."
As he counted, the eyes of the death servant became brighter and brighter, like a ball of flame about to burn.
A vague feeling of unease came over me. Is the order of the death codes really the same order in which they received the codes?
Yitu hesitated, but this slight hesitation greatly displeased the Death Servant. It urged impatiently, still opening its pitch-black mouth wide:
"It's almost there! It's almost there! Tell me! Tell me!"
Yitu didn't say anything. He just looked into the scarlet eyes of the death servant, and countless fragments flashed through his mind.
However, what finally froze in front of my eyes was just a small game map.
They are right below the cross, and the Night King is right above the cross. They are all heading towards the final point.
There is the beginning and the end, and the path they have walked along is just the tail of life.
In just a few seconds, Yitu suddenly changed his mind.
"No, the real death code is..." Yitu looked directly into the eyes of the Death Servant and said with absolute certainty:
"Nineteen seventy-four."
The scarlet eyes lost their luster, and a wail came from its wide-open mouth.
The huge body as big as a mountain dissipated like black smoke, leaving only an old leather box in its place.
Yitu reached out and picked it up. The leather box was covered with dust.
After dusting it off, he saw a few small lines of words on the box.
[I have been walking, just to seek the truth of the world, but to no avail.
Until I came here, it was death that gave the answer
It turns out that I have never escaped the clutches of fate, and it is time that has always bound me.
The story begins in the spring of 1974.
The author has something to say:
I'm late, I just came back from my hometown.
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