After the lightning struck, the whole scene fell silent.
People looked at the sky in surprise. If the previous few lightning bolts could be coincidences, this one was too coincidental. Anyone with eyes could see that it was striking directly towards people's heads!
Could such a coincidence happen?
After a brief silence, those wise men who had been shouting, "God is angry!" began to cry out again, "God has appeared! God has truly appeared! Duke Qiao Song is truly a man blessed by the heavens!"
Some people pointed fingers at Wen Qian, saying that he had angered the gods. Some people simply knelt down and kowtowed to the sky. Some people muttered something, and no one knew which Bodhisattva or deity they were worshipping. Some even prayed on the spot.
There were also some die-hard fans of Duke Qiao Song who were so excited that they almost fainted, and kept saying how extraordinary their idol was.
The old men, women and young couples who had cursed Duke Qiao Song were all dumbfounded, and those with weaker mental qualities began to tremble.
The old man with a particularly vicious mouth fell to his knees and begged for mercy, saying that he cursed because someone gave him money, and asked all the gods not to vent their anger on him, as he had elderly parents and young children to take care of.
Lin Fuxia looked at the old man's gray hair. If there were any elderly people in this family, he would be very old.
She looked at the people kneeling and worshipping, and was speechless. This world has a relatively complete worldview and its technology is so advanced, so why are there still so many superstitious people?
But come to think of it, compared to the idea that this world is controlled by humans, the idea that there is a god above our heads is more acceptable.
Of course, not everyone was bewitched. Many people present showed doubts and deep thoughts, while more people were just watching the fun and filming with their laptops.
Lin Fuxia looked around and finally his eyes fell on Wen Kai. The man was supported by several pairs of hands. His eyes were red and he was staring at the sky. He was panting heavily and looked so angry that he could not stand steadily and could not even speak.
The cruel truth that I have always been unwilling to believe is now completely laid out in front of me. Even a madman can't stand it!
That look on his face as if he was about to eat someone, that look as if he couldn't wait to ride a cannonball into the sky and blow a giant hole in it...
Lin Fuxia suddenly felt relieved.
I'm not the only one who's angry.
Is there anyone who can deal with this crazy guy?
I should say it or not, but suddenly I felt a double sense of pleasure.
At this moment, a group of people came hurriedly, and the young man in the lead made Lin Fuxia stunned.
Very similar, at least 50% similar to Qiao Song! But taller and more handsome than Qiao Song.
Is this the descendant of Duke Qiao Song?
But which descendants can be so similar to their ancestors after eight hundred years?
This descendant came in with a fierce momentum, his face as gloomy as water, but when he got close, he was able to keep his composure and said in a deep voice: "Who was causing trouble just now?"
Those who were cursing shrank back, not daring to raise their heads, and tried their best to hide themselves behind the crowd.
Wen Qian, on the other hand, had regained his composure. He let go of the people who were supporting him, straightened his clothes, smoothed his hair, and put on his sunglasses. Then he said slowly, "It's me. Any objections?"
The muscles at the corners of Qiao Song's mouth tightened for a moment. It was obvious that Wen Qian's indifferent attitude made him even more angry.
He said, "This is the former residence of my ancestors. Before entering the town, you should have seen the sign at the entrance: entering the town means respecting my ancestors by default. But after entering, you started to insult and yell at me. Isn't that too much?"
Wen Qi scoffed. "So what if it's excessive? A mere duke from eight hundred years ago, serving a kingdom no bigger than a city today, with a handful of enemies, and a war between nations on a scale comparable to a fight between two villages today. And yet he boasts about being the greatest duke, the most loyal minister. I just can't stand it, is that okay?"
Veins popped out from the forehead of the "descendant of Qiao Song", and looking at his cheeks, one could tell how tightly he clenched his teeth, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a clicking sound.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Duke Qiaosong's contributions are recognized by history, have stood the test of eight hundred years, and are universally acknowledged! Of course, you don't have to acknowledge or understand them. As a descendant, I don't force everyone to acknowledge the achievements of our ancestors, but please leave immediately. People like you are not welcome here."
Wen Qian became even more arrogant. "I'm not leaving. What? You want to chase me away? I'm free to stay wherever I want. If you have the guts, tell the thunder in the sky to strike me again! Oh, I almost forgot. I was almost struck by lightning in front of your ancestral home. Don't you owe me compensation? Don't you owe me an apology?"
At this moment, Wen Kan was like a rogue, furious to the extreme, yet he seemed so at ease, like a piece of meat on a rolling pin.
The left cheek says "Come and hit me!" The right cheek says "You can't hit me."
He is even more shameless than a scoundrel and deserves a beating.
The "descendants of Qiao Song" were so angry that their faces turned blue.
Wen Jian said sarcastically, "Oh, young man, you're really good at cultivating your Qi. You're so angry now. Isn't your family shameless? You helped the mayor fight a village fight, and you dare to call yourself the first duke. Your descendants even hold a grand ceremony every year.
"Other people hold it every ten or a hundred years, but you're so different. You hold it every year, and you don't even visit the graves that frequently. The funniest thing is, you claim to be descendants of the nobility, but in eight hundred years, you haven't produced another decent figure, so you keep bragging about this one ancestor. One ancestor for eight hundred years is really durable. Do you pay your ancestors for bringing them out every year?"
The people around just listened to Wen Qi talking in a daze.
This is quite mean. The most you can do when you insult someone is to curse their eight generations of ancestors, but this person directly cursed them for eight hundred years.
Lin Fuxia also looked at Wen Kai with admiration. He didn't expect that this madman had this side to him. Since he had such a good eloquence, why did he hire others to scold people? He was already very capable in fighting alone!
Didn’t you see that the “descendants of Qiao Song” were almost going crazy?
The voice of "Qiao Song's descendants" seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth: "Please, leave immediately!"
As soon as he finished saying this, the people behind him came out and tried to pull Wen Qian away in a tough manner.
But would Wen Kan be afraid? Of course not!
A group of people also appeared behind him, all wearing black suits and with aggressive faces, the only thing missing was the words "professional gang" engraved on their faces.
One person tried to reach out to Wen Kai and pull him, but his arm was twisted and he was thrown out, causing the onlookers to exclaim in surprise.
Wen Qi ran his fingers through his hair and said in a tone that sounded like he was being scorched, "This is so fucking annoying! What a rubbish former residence! I don't like it, I'm going to tear it down!"
"yes!"
"You dare!" "Descendants of Qiao Song" shouted angrily.
The response from Wen Kari's side was to rush into the former residence and start smashing it without thinking.
People from the "descendants of Qiao Song" and some people who should be the town managers rushed in, and immediately there was chaos inside and outside the former residence.
At this moment, Lin Fuxia, who was hiding in the crowd watching the excitement, noticed a small detail.
The "descendants of Qiao Song" paused.
He was so angry that his chest was heaving and his shoulders were moving up and down, and it was obvious that he was about to explode with anger, but suddenly he paused.
The pause was very brief, but very unnatural, and after the pause, the obvious ups and downs disappeared. He just stood there, looking at Wen Qi coldly, his eyes full of displeasure of being offended and contempt as if he were an ant or garbage.
Such a look...
Something is wrong.
And judging from his expression, he is completely different from the previous "descendant of Qiao Song".
Lin Fuxia's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly had a guess.
But she wasn't sure.
She couldn't help but open her eyes wide and look up and down at the "descendant of Qiao Song". Whether it was the gloomy, self-righteous expression full of superiority, or the subtle hand movements when angry, this person gave her a subtle sense of familiarity.
But she was still a little unsure, so she looked at Ah Fu, who had been standing beside her to prevent the crowd from crowding her.
"Did you see that? That person..."
Ah Fu was worthy of being a robot priced at three million. He immediately understood what Lin Fuxia meant. He looked at the "descendant of Qiao Song" and scanned him from the hair to the tip of the shoe with a pair of mechanical eyes.
Then he said, "His breathing rate, the degree to which his lips were pursed, the degree to which his eyebrows were furrowed, the dilation of his pupils, and his posture were all slightly different from before. It was like he had suddenly become a different person."
Right, it wasn’t her illusion!
This "descendant of Qiao Song" was replaced at that moment!
Who has been replaced? Who is the new person in this body?
Lin Fuxia felt that there was no need to speculate too much. Apart from that person, there would be no other situation.
Lin Fuxia looked up at the sky. Just now he was just jumping around outside and striking down a few thunderbolts to scare people, but now he was so angry that he couldn't help but take action himself.
She raised the corners of her mouth, and then the curve of her mouth became bigger and bigger.
The reason why the audience feels superior is because they are not involved in the matter. Even the floods, landslides and earthquakes in the play cannot hurt them at all.
But if he took part in the play himself, he would also be a character in the play.
She watched the "descendant of Qiao Song" walking towards Wen Qi. When Wen Qi's men tried to stop him, he casually pushed the man aside with his arm, grabbed Wen Qi's collar, and lifted him up.
"ah!"
The people around screamed. No one expected that this gentle-looking man could lift up an adult man without saying a word.
Wen Kari didn't expect that with that crazy and complacent smile still on his face, he had no time to do anything before he was lifted into the sky.
"Descendants of Qiao Song" growled and threw Wen Qi heavily out, directly smashing the pillars of the porch of the former residence!
The old porch had completely collapsed.
"The descendant of Qiao Song" walked forward and stepped on Wen Qi's chest before he could get up.
Wen Qi quickly raised his arms to block it.
There were only two snaps, and the arm broke again.
Why do I say again? Because he once had his arm broken by Lin Fuxia because of his bad mouth and madness.
Today, because of his excessive mouth cannon, both of his arms were broken.
"Descendants of Qiao Song" raised their foot and then stepped down again.
"Puff!" Wen Qi spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wenqi's men rushed forward to catch the "descendant of Qiao Song", and even seven or eight people couldn't pull him away.
This young man seemed to be suddenly filled with unparalleled power, and was completely out of sync with the normal people here.
Seeing that Wen Qi's chest was about to deflate, Lin Fuxia lost his composure.
Although she had thought about killing Wen Kan before, she changed her mind after seeing his aggressive attitude just now. If this madman was used well, he could play an unexpected role.
So it's better for him to be alive.
Lin Fuxia said: "Afu, save people!"
Ah Fu stepped forward and rushed towards the "descendants of Qiao Song".
Although Afu has always played the role of an all-round male mother, his main position is a bodyguard robot. Not only does he possess terrifying strength, but his program is also equipped with 100T fighting skills and basic weapons in his arms.
He instantly rushed to the front of "Qiao Song's descendant" and with one iron fist, knocked the man back several steps even though seven or eight people couldn't pull him away.
Wen Kari was finally rescued.
The "descendants of Qiao Song" were even more furious: "How dare a robot..."
Ah Fu didn't wait for him to finish and punched him again.
"The descendant of Qiao Song" dodged and punched back. For a moment, the man and the robot were actually tied.
The ground they passed over was broken up, and all the buildings they encountered were broken into pieces.
With a bang, the fist of "the descendant of Qiao Song" hit Ah Fu's face. The skin on Ah Fu's cheek was directly broken, revealing the alloy underneath, and it was also dented.
Ah Fu's eyes flashed and he looked at Lin Fuxia: Request to use weapons.
Lin Fuxia nodded: Use is allowed.
Ah Fu's hands quickly switched, one became a launcher and the other became a syringe.
With a whoosh, soft alloy ropes shot out from the launcher, binding the arms of the "Descendant of Qiao Song". The "Descendant of Qiao Song" was still trying to break the ropes, but Ah Fu raised his other hand and a thin needle was fired from the syringe, piercing the body of the "Descendant of Qiao Song". The latter trembled all over and his pupils began to dilate.
He stared at Ah Fu in disbelief, as if he could never have imagined that he would be knocked down by a robot.
He is clearly here to attack from a lower dimension!
He was reluctantly preparing to leave this body.
Right at this moment.
Bang!!
An iron rod hit the back of the head of "Descendant of Qiao Song" with such great force that it felt like it was not the head that was hit, but an iron ball.
The "descendant of Qiao Song" rolled his eyes and fainted.
Lin Fuxia looked at the fallen man and said to Ah Fu, "The anesthetic injection takes too long to take effect."
This jerk almost got away with it.
Ah Fu nodded and took note. The anesthetic injection that took effect in three seconds was still too slow and needed to be improved.
Lin Fuxia turned to look at Wen Qian, and seeing that he was seriously injured and vomiting blood, he said, "Take him and leave immediately."
If we continue to stay here, or there are a few more lightning strikes, no one will survive.
Although Qiao Song himself has met his end and is probably currently trapped in the body of his "descendant", who can guarantee that there is still someone in front of the screen or the control panel watching this place through the cameras in this small town?
Wen Qi raised his head with difficulty and looked at Lin Fuxia. Although she was disguised very heavily, facing the crazy Wen who "thought about her day and night" and jumped up and down at her photo every day, he still recognized those eyes: "Yes, it's you!"
Lin Fuxia looked at him calmly: "Are you leaving or not?"
Wen Kari gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go! Follow her!"
Lin Fuxia signaled to Ah Fu, and Ah Fu immediately carried "Descendant of Qiao Song" on his back, and Lin Fuxia took him and ran quickly out of the town.
Wenqi's men carried him and quickly followed.
Before anyone else could react, they had already disappeared.
Before Lin Fuxia and his men rushed out of the town, alarms sounded from all directions of the town, and the radio began to announce the capture of the murderer.
So everyone they met on the road looked at Lin Fuxia and the others. This group of people were carrying people, and they were carrying someone covered in blood. They must be criminals, right?
Lin Fuxia quickened his pace and ran, saying to Wen Qian's men, "You are responsible for getting rid of these people and finding a safe place."
Wen Kari's men looked at Wen Kari, and Wen Kari angrily said, "Listen to her!"
So when they rushed out of the town, there were already people waiting to meet them outside.
A large car is parked here.
Wen Qian was carried up, and Lin Fuxia followed with Ah Fu.
The car door closed immediately, and then this ordinary car entered flight mode and flew into the sky.
The people chasing out from the town behind could only look up at the sky and stamp their feet, and immediately try to get a means of transportation that could also take them to the sky.
Lin Fuxia looked down from the window.
Then there was a snap.
A gun was pointed at her head, but before it could be firmly grasped, Ah Fu raised his hand and removed the hand at a speed so fast that it was invisible. He snatched the gun and pointed it at her.
"Ah!" The man whose wrist was removed let out a short cry of pain.
Lin Fuxia turned around and saw Wenqi's men staring at him warily and hostilely.
Behind them, two doctors were urgently treating Wen Qi.
Wen Qia kicked a doctor away. Both of his arms were broken, his chest was sunken, but he still managed to get up with all his might, staring at Lin Fuxia intently: "What's going on? What's going on? You said you would tell me the truth about the world! What is the truth?"
Lin Fuxia looked at him expressionlessly, with a hint of speechlessness in her eyes.
This person's madness is really annoying.
She turned around and sat down: "You should get treatment first, or go into the game and take some pills, otherwise I'm worried that you'll die before I finish."
Wen Qi glared and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it was full of blood. The two doctors quickly advised him to seek treatment.
Wen Qia bared his bloodshot teeth and glared at Lin Fuxia: "Give me the helmet, I'll enter the game, and keep an eye on her! If she runs away again, break her legs."
Lin Fuxia sat there motionless, too lazy to pay attention to what was said.
This person never learns his lesson no matter how many times he suffers.
He even broke her legs. Didn't he think that saying this would make her angry? When he came online, she would kill him?
Do you really think a few people like this can stop her? Even if they do, there's still Ah Fu!
Forget it, don’t bother with fools.
She turned around to study the "descendant of Qiao Song" lying on the ground.
Looking closely, this person does look like Qiao Song himself. There is no doubt that this person is probably modeled after Qiao Song himself, and he has been beautified a lot based on his own appearance, and his appearance has been greatly improved.
This character should be the anchor that Qiao Song prepared for himself, that is, he can enter this world and become this person at any time.
Lin Fuxia was not surprised at all that Qiao Song left this back door.
First of all, the doomsday theory of World A is rampant, and people with a sense of crisis are looking for ways out and making preparations.
Secondly, everyone in the project team knows that World C' is a Noah's Ark.
It makes sense that they want to leave a way out for themselves so that when necessary, they can enter world B, and then use world B as a medium to enter world C'.
Qiao Song’s retreat is this “descendant of Qiao Song”. It is estimated that other people in the project team have also prepared similar anchor points for themselves.
Perhaps there are some powerful people who have also made similar preparations through the project team. Otherwise, how did the project team get such huge funds and extensive network of contacts?
Lin Fuxia glanced at the people present.
So the question is, who are these anchors? Do the anchors themselves know that they are merely vessels for others?
Or, have there been some anchor points that have been penetrated by people?
This world B hides more secrets than she imagined.
People in the car: “…”
They felt a little frightened by Lin Fuxia's gaze, and at the same time became more alert.
They have all seen or heard that Lin Fuxia beat down many of their brothers, and some of them are still recovering from their injuries.
Such a person, plus that robot, is simply a hell of a situation. If they take action, they can overturn this flying car in minutes.
Lin Fuxia retracted her gaze and rubbed her brows. She now had only one thought: World C should quickly open up to immigration. This world is really becoming more and more dangerous.
I feel like my life is hanging by a thread at any moment.
Wen Kari put on the helmet, and not long after, his injuries slowly began to heal. It was obvious that he was taking drugs heavily in the game.
Lin Fuxia also looked at the bag where his gaming helmet was placed.
Although the RV remained in its original place, she took away all the valuable items in the car that could prove her identity. She had to carry the gaming helmet with her as long as she left the car more than 100 meters away.
Lin Fuxia said to Ah Fu, "I'll go online too and keep an eye on this descendant. Don't let him wake up."
"OK."
Lin Fuxia sat in his seat and put on a helmet.
The next moment, he appeared in the game again.
Familiar dimness, familiar smell.
She looked around. Great! She hadn't been online for a few hours and the dragon-slaying battlefield had moved again.
She climbed over a hill and saw the familiar battlefield again.
The same magicians were still attacking the dragon with magic confinement. The dragon was already showing signs of fatigue, its struggles had become smaller, and many of its scales had fallen off.
But there are not so many players on the scene anymore.
Even with hundreds of millions of players, a lot of money would be consumed after a few days.
Besides, how many of these hundreds of millions of players are noobs who come here just to be eaten and can basically play no role.
Lin Fuxia looked at the scene.
It is useless to kill a few magicians here. When one of these high-level magicians dies, one will be immediately replaced from somewhere else, just like the players, there is an endless supply.
To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. Perhaps she should consider getting rid of the person behind this.
Who is organizing these magicians? Who wants to trap and kill the ancestor god?
Or, is there any way to prevent these magicians from coming again?
She sat down cross-legged, opened the forum and searched for related words, but as expected, she found nothing.
How could there be secrets about NPCs on a player's forum?
However, the efforts of the players these days have been useful, and the magicians at the dragon-slaying scene have figured out some new things.
For example, there was a great magician on the scene, who was also the magician mentor and the commander of the entire battle. He had not taken any action so far, but had been commanding the magicians to deal with the dragon again and again.
Players believe that if they want to end this, they have to kill this person.
But unfortunately, this great magician was protected too tightly and it was impossible to get close to him. Those who wanted to launch a sneak attack were defeated and no one could get close, and they couldn't even see the other person's face clearly.
Of course, some players also have wild ideas, saying that if it is such an important person, there is no need for him to come to the scene in person. He is just giving orders anyway. Is there any difference between on-site command and remote command?
Anyway, they didn't believe that these magicians didn't have the ability to broadcast the situation remotely.
According to this idea, the great magician at the scene is most likely a substitute and a cover to attract the attention of players and dragons.
Although this statement is unfounded, it actually makes some sense.
But after all, tens of millions of players still can't come up with a way to end this dragon-slaying war.
Lin Fuxia looked at the dragon in the sky, holding a piece of crystal clear fragment in his hand, playing with it unconsciously.
This is the fragment of the ancestral god, and it feels cold when held in the hand.
Suddenly someone approached.
Lin Fuxia immediately put away the fragments and turned to look.
It was Yan Zi, who was also a document organizer.
"What a coincidence, Shuangmu, we meet here again." Yan Zi, dressed in a tight suit, greeted with a smile, "Why don't you go fight? Sitting here with such a serious expression, are you thinking about life?"
Lin Fuxia said, "What's the point of killing one or two more people?"
Yan Zi sighed and sat down next to Lin Fuxia, watching the chaos below. "That's right. We players can't really play a big role in this competition. At most, we can just cause some trouble for those magicians. We're still too weak."
Yes, the highest player level now is only 50 or 60, and there is not much they can do against a duel of this level.
If the overall level rises another twenty levels, the situation will be different.
If we reach level 40, players may become the decisive force.
It's too early now anyway.
Swallow said, "It's been four days. It seems that if the winner isn't decided within a day, the day won't get any brighter, and the players' activities will be affected. Shuangmu, who do you think will win in the end?"
Lin Fuxia said without hesitation: "Of course it's a dragon."
Yan Zi raised an eyebrow. "Judging from the mission, we should be on the dragon's side. But even if it loses, it's okay. It will probably usher in a new era. Wouldn't that be more interesting?"
Lin Fuxia suddenly turned around and looked at her.
Yan Zi was looked at strangely: "What are you doing?"
"You want the dragon to lose?"
Swallow spread her hands and said, "It doesn't matter what I hope for. I'm just a little curious about what will happen if it wins or loses."
In other words, I still expect to see the dragon lose.
Lin Fuxia said expressionlessly: "It must win!"
That is the Ancestral God. According to the information we have obtained so far, only the Ancestral God can open the immigration channel. Even now, the immigration channel is being prepared to open.
No one can prevent the channel from opening.
She said this and turned away, leaving Yan Zi sitting there in shock, not understanding how she had offended her.
Lin Fuxia rushed out for a long distance before she slowed down. She looked up at the giant dragon that appeared and disappeared in the sky. She knew very well that she could not turn the situation around by herself. She had to unite some people and let more people know that the dragon must win.
But at the same time, whether it is the truth about the world or the issue of immigration, they cannot be known to everyone, otherwise the impact will be too great, the situation will get out of control, and it will become more troublesome.
Now we can only take it step by step and open up the immigration channel first, then we will have the energy to talk about other things.
Suddenly, a prompt sound came from the helmet, saying that someone in reality was calling her.
She found a place to log off, opened her eyes, and saw Wen Kari's dead face.
Wen Qi's arms were hanging, clearly not fully recovered yet. He looked ridiculous, but he opened his mouth with a taunt: "Finally you're out! I thought you were going to hide again this time."
Lin Fuxia interrupted him: "Are you the president of Baicao Ji in the game?"
Wen Qi was stunned: "Why are you asking this?"
"Just tell me if you are or not."
"No, but it's almost the same. I invested in Baicaoji. Baicaoji has over 200,000 members, and at least half of them are my employees."
This number was far beyond Lin Fuxia's expectations.
"In other words, you can order these people around?"
"good."
Lin Fuxia said, "Don't you want to know the secret of this world? I can tell you, but you have to do something for me, and of course, for yourself as well."
After a while, the car stopped at a place, and then Lin Fuxia took Ah Fu and the "descendant of Qiao Song" to change a car and continued on their way.
In the car, only Lin Fuxia and Wen Qi were left sitting face to face in the carriage.
"That's how it is." Lin Fuxia said.
Wen Qian remained silent for a long moment before he slowly raised his head. His face was tense, his eyes red, like a wolf cornered. "So, in this world, in a world simulator, you and I are both fictional beings? And outside of this world, there's a group of people constantly watching us?"
He clenched his fists tightly, the gauze on his arm, which had not yet fully healed, began to bleed again, and he began to cough violently due to excitement.
The chest that was already deflated from coughing seemed to be even deflated more.
Lin Fuxia silently covered her nose with a tissue, feeling a little disgusted.
She said: "It is impossible for people outside to keep an eye on us all the time. After all, a year here is only a day outside. A lot of information that is useless to them is directly compressed and ignored.
"For example, if we are talking in this carriage without any surveillance equipment, there is no way they can know what we are talking about."
Wen Kari sneered, not feeling comforted at all.
Lin Fuxia said, "If you want to know more, the descendant of Qiao Song is a good starting point. The person currently inside him should be the one watching this place from the outside world. However, there is a problem. Once he wakes up, he will definitely continue to think about leaving this body, and it will be difficult to stop him."
The best way to confine the opponent is to get him into the game.
But just like Lin Fuxia hasn't found Lin Yayin yet, getting Qiao Song into the game might be the same. That would be equivalent to giving Qiao Song a second life. Wouldn't that be like letting him get something for nothing?
Wen Kari sneered, "Is that kind of person worthy of entering the New World?"
He sneered, "One research lab modeled themselves after New World and created a game to transfer the consciousness of a vegetative patient. The smallest room in the game is only the size of a toilet."
That place is perfect for this person.
Lin Fuxia was stunned. Is there such a game? If Qiao Song could really be imprisoned, that would be great, to prevent him from entering the New World and bringing hidden dangers to it.
Lin Fuxia said: "Then I'll leave this person to you."
Wen Qi stared at her intently. "Don't you want to interrogate him and find out about the outside world? Why do you know all this? Are you from that world too?"
Lin Fuxia remained calm: "I once said that I was stimulated by emotional trauma and suddenly awakened, so it's not surprising that I know these things. Besides, I don't care about things outside, I care more about things in the game.
"Our world is fake. No matter how we try to hypnotize ourselves, objectively speaking, this world is controlled by others and is in jeopardy. The game world is the real world. It is our safest and only escape route."
"Bunkarii, do you want to live? Do you want to break free from the control of others? Or do you still want to go through what happened today, being struck by lightning? If you want safety and freedom, you must do something."
Wen Qi stared at her.
She also looked into his eyes: "Whether you want revenge or want to go crazy, you have to be alive first, don't you think?"
Wen Qi's eyes darkened. At this moment, he finally looked like a big boss who could command 100,000 people.
"What do you want me to do?"
…
That night, two mysterious guests arrived in a courtyard on a mountain in an unknown city in the Small Country Alliance.
Not long after Lin Fuxia and Wen Qi sat down, a thin old man came out, being supported.
Lin Fuxia looked at the other person.
Dong Qihua.
The last time I saw this person, although he was worried and desperate about not being able to find his son in the game, he was not so thin. But now he has lost a lot of weight, with gray hair on his temples, and has turned from a middle-aged fat man into an old man.
When Dong Qihua saw Wen Kui, he knew who this person was.
The current head of the Wen family is also one of the founders of that alliance.
That alliance has often targeted players from the Wal Guild.
However, the other party called personally and said that there was a matter of life and death and he wanted to visit him. As an elder, he was willing to listen.
Of course, even if he doesn't cooperate, the other party can find out his current residence and break into the house. When it comes to those who are involved in crime, he and his group of people who are doing business in an honest way are really no match for them.
He said, "Master Wen, I'm sorry for not welcoming you so late at night."
Then he saw Lin Fuxia and said, "This is..."
Lin Fuxia has returned to her original self. She said, "Lin Fuxia, the name of the game, making money is the most important thing."
The young man who was supporting Dong Qihua was stunned and looked at Lin Fuxia.
Dong Qihua was also stunned: "It's you, it's you!"
He became excited and smiled. "It was because of you that I was able to find my son. I haven't thanked you in person yet. Thank you so much."
As he spoke, he began to entertain the guests warmly and asked people to bring over food and drinks.
Wen Qi curled his lips. This was really discriminatory treatment.
He secretly glanced at Lin Fuxia. This man actually knew Dong Qihua for a long time, and it sounded like he was indebted to Dong Qihua. He was really a hidden talent.
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