Thinking about what would happen between Bai Liu and Hong Tao in other timelines, Tang Erda showed Hong Tao an indescribable, complex and sympathetic expression.

But he quickly suppressed his unnecessary emotions and answered the question that Hong Tao had asked him before in a concise manner: "It should be this level 3 game. This is a new game that no one has entered yet."

Bai Liu always likes new games, especially when there are opponents, his advantages in new games will be maximized.

"Rose Factory?" Hong Tao opened her eyelids, a smile lingering on her face, "It feels like a very romantic game, and it matches your skills and identity in an indescribable way. Mr. Hunter, I believe you are sure to kill the newcomer who stole my little witch in this game."

Hong Tao looked at Tang Erda with a gloomy look: "Mr. Hunter, I will do my best to help you. I believe you can fully feel my sincerity, but my only request is that you must not harm the little witch, no matter in the game or outside."

Tang Er was puzzled and silent for a second - Liu Jiayi helped Bai Liu block his shot and now his life or death is unknown.

Hong Tao quickly looked away from Tang Erda's face. She did not inquire into Tang Erda's silence. She just casually said, "I heard that my little witch was shot when she entered the game. I hope this doesn't happen again, Mr. Hunter."

She bowed gracefully and smiled: "She is the child I raised and raised. She is very important to me. If she gets hurt, it is because I didn't protect her well. It is because I failed to protect her and promised her a happy future. I don't want to see her pay the price for being with the wrong person."

"I don't want her to be corrupted by others, so you can deal with the adults who corrupt her as you please."

Tang Erda felt a familiar sense of difficulty.

...Hong Tao is a woman who is extremely protective of her shortcomings. This is really...very troublesome.

Liu Jiayi is now a member of her guild, and this woman seems to have a lot of feelings for Liu Jiayi. Even if Liu Jiayi has openly betrayed the guild, it seems that Hong Tao doesn't care at all.

The league is about to start, and the Red Hearts clearly need Liu Jiayi as a player, and they just want Liu Jiayi to return safely. Her attitude has been made clear - as long as Liu Jiayi returns safely, she will not pursue anything...

If he touched Liu Jiayi casually, Hong Tao would definitely find a way to use her skills to figure out his identity and background and take revenge on him - this woman has already shown signs of doing so.

"These three are our guild's excellent reserve players." Hong Tao stepped aside and asked the three players who had been standing behind her to come forward and briefly introduced them. "They are all players who have trained with the little witch before. They are very familiar with her skills and habitual attack methods, and know how to control her without hurting her."

Hong Tao lifted the brim of her hat. Her pupils were the same light brown as Su Yang's. There was a kind of tenderness on her charming face that made Tang Erda feel familiar with palpitations. Even her voice was indescribably similar to Su Yang's:

"Mr. Hunter, I entrust everything to you." She leaned forward slightly, her eyes looked more and more like Su Yang, and her voice began to become masculine.

Hong Tao stood on tiptoe and whispered in Tang Erda's ear intimately: "Then I'll ask you to bring my witch back."

"Captain."

The captain's voice, which sounded half real and half fake, mixed with a sudden smile, made Tang Erda suddenly wake up.

Hong Tao had already turned around and walked away, leaving him with only a very feminine back view and a complaining smile: "Mr. Hunter is really wary of me, and I haven't seen the whole face of your heart..."

Tang Erda's face darkened for a moment. He did not waste time talking to the team members brought by Di Hongtao. After carefully telling them to be careful with the money that Bai Liu passed through and not to make any financial transactions with him, the four of them entered the game together.

[The game "Rose Factory" has gathered players, and the game is about to begin...]

Bai Liu opened his eyes during the game, and a small TV with a black screen in the multiplayer gaming area lit up with a crackling sound, revealing Bai Liu's bloody profile. Then the five TVs around him lit up at the same time.

When the audience saw Bai Liu, the legendary newcomer who had been discussed on the forum for who knows how long, reappear, they were stunned for a moment before rushing madly to Bai Liu's small TV.

"Oh my god! I went straight to level 3. It's too steep to level up one level at a time!"

"I just saw Red Hearts surrounding the player who strangled him. Could it be him?"

"Haven't you read the forum yet?! Didn't Bai Liu come in carrying the injured little witch? If he hurts the little witch, Hong Tao will definitely strangle him! The King's Guild's team this year is built around the little witch's skills!"

"I saw a lot of reserve players from the King's Guild, but Bai Liu won against the Scavenger Zombie last time, so maybe he can do it this time!"

Wang Shun looked at the person who appeared in the small TV next to Bai Liu's small TV with a very dark face - it was the Rose Hunter!

In terms of combat power alone, the hunter is more difficult to deal with than the three reserve guild members combined.

However, these ordinary players are not familiar with Hunter, a player who has been missing for a long time. In addition, Hunter has hidden his own panel. These ordinary spectators are not clear about Hunter's strength and are still looking forward to a wonderful battle with great interest. Previously, Bai Liu's comeback victory under overwhelming strength gave many spectators great confidence and expectations in him.

But Wang Shun has watched the Rose Hunters' league games.

Why is this low-ranking guild still paying high prices to hire hunters to participate in the league? Because this person has never lost in a single-player competition - that is a kind of fierce strength that is almost a gift from God.

Two years ago, the audience was not the same group of players who had never witnessed Hunter. The moment Rose Hunter's bullet was fired, the audience had already started cheering for his victory. This was the fighting power of the top league players that made people surrender, and it was not something that Bai Liu could resist at all.

If Bai Liu encountered a hunter in the league, he would surely die.

But there is still a glimmer of hope in the game - because there is a store system in the game, Bai Liu can use a large number of points to cash in props, which can be used to disrupt or balance the hunter's attack rhythm and find a way to pass the game.

Although this is costly, it is the only way Bai Liu can take at the moment.

...I don't know if Bai Liu's few points can hold up...

Wang Shun was standing in front of Bai Liu's small TV and was about to charge it when Hong Tao suddenly brought a group of people into the viewing area of ​​Bai Liu's small TV.

The crowd dispersed spontaneously, leaving the space in front of Bai Liu's small TV to Hong Tao who suddenly appeared.

Wang Shun changed his appearance vigilantly. He rolled up his hood and stepped back, shrinking to the back of the crowd, but did not retreat. Instead, he looked up from a distance, frowned, and propped up his face as if he was admiring the red peach on Bai Liu's small TV.

The Queen's interest in Bai Liu gave Wang Shun a familiar, yet unexplainable feeling...

Hong Tao turned around and smiled as she bowed slightly to all of Bai Liu's viewers, as if she was politely saluting: "Although I'm sorry to bother you all, from now on, Bai Liu is officially designated as the number one enemy of the King's Guild. We forbid anyone from giving him a like, charging or collection. I hope you can understand."

"We will have the members of the King's Guild guard Bai Liu's small TV until he falls into the Nameless Area. I believe that you all do not want to be involved in the dispute between us and him, so I hope you all enjoy watching other players' small TVs."

Hong Tao smiled and waved her hand downwards. The members behind her followed her movements and lined up skillfully. They quickly formed a human wall at the edge of the Bailiu small TV viewing area.

The members of the King's Guild in the direction of the human wall stood with their hands behind their backs and expressionless faces. The middle and high-level members of this low-level guild were extremely intimidating to ordinary players. Even if they couldn't hurt each other in the central hall, it would be difficult for the low-level audience to have the courage to cross this human wall to like Bai Liu and recharge.

As for those league players who are really interested in Bai Liu, it is obviously not a very rational behavior to risk offending the largest guild in the game by giving Bai Liu a thumbs up when Hong Tao is present and the league is only two months away.

Wang Shuan, who was excluded from Bai Liu's small TV area by the wall, stood outside the small TV area with a grim look on his face. He pulled down his hood that concealed his face and looked from afar at Bai Liu's small TV, which was guarded by the Queen of Hearts like a dragon and no one could touch.

This is really bad...

Not having enough points is secondary. Red Heart wants to make Bai Liu fall directly into the [Nameless Area], which is to directly kill Bai Liu's game life...

If you fall into the [Nameless Area], all the small TVs in that place are broken, and the TV screens are basically full of snow and noise. You can't see the live broadcasts of the players in there clearly, and naturally you can't tell who is who. Because of this, there is no audience in the [Nameless Area], and no one cares about the players on TV.

So this place is called the [Nameless Zone], because once you fall into this place, you will lose your name and become just one of the millions of nameless, dying players.

If Bai Liu's small TV falls into the "Nameless Area" where abandoned small TVs are piled up, even if the audience wants to like and charge Bai Liu's TV, they will not be able to find Bai Liu's TV among the thousands of abandoned small TVs. Without likes, collections and charging, Bai Liu's small TV will not be able to get out of the "Nameless Area".

This has entered an infinite loop - once the player falls into the Nameless Zone, even if the player enters a new game next time, the small TV will only start in the [Nameless Zone]. So as long as a player falls into the [Nameless Zone], they can only struggle in this noisy and abandoned screen forever until they become a monster or die.

It is extremely easy for a large guild to use its resources to block the advancement path of a capable newcomer. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many strong newcomers who choose to join guilds and be exploited invisibly instead of developing themselves.

As one of the important middle-level personnel who has been helping the King's Guild to screen information and new members, Wang Shun actually rejects this kind of exploitation and monopoly in his heart - because he also joined the guild in this way. After his skills were known to others, he was coerced and lured into the King's Guild.

But no matter how much he disliked this behavior, Wang Shun had to admit that in the current situation, unless there was a guild of a similar level to the King's Guild willing to confront the King's Guild for Bai Liu, this situation would be unsolvable - Bai Liu would definitely fall into the [Nameless Area] under the strict defense of the King's Guild and enter a dead end where no one cared about him.

But unfortunately, Bai Liu's guild, the Scavenger Guild, is still at least one league championship away from developing into a large guild of the level of the King Guild.

Wang Shun changed his appearance again. He put on a mask and walked towards somewhere behind the hall with a deep look in his eyes.

——He knew that there was a guild president who might be interested in Bai Liu in this situation.

The richest guild in the game - the fifth guild, the Gamblers' Alliance.

But before he finds reinforcements, Bai Liu must not be killed by hunters.

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Meanwhile, the Temple of R'layah.

This is a small island near the sea, or rather, it is not quite the right word to describe it as a small island. It is a part of a huge abandoned old building that floated up to the shore from the depths of the sea.

The neat yet dirty tall gray-white stone pillars leaned against the deep blue sea water. Under the swaying waves, fish could be seen devouring the rotting weeds on the dark green stone steps.

On the grand stone steps of the temple, a man wearing a black hood and a mask with a cross spiral pattern had been sitting still for a long time, and suddenly moved.

This startled the dust still deposited on his old black hood, and a seabird of unknown species that had built a nest on his shoulder.

He slowly took the nest off his shoulder and placed it on the old, dusty stone table in front of him.

A tiny bird jumped out of its nest and pecked his fingertips unconsciously, then jumped onto a face-down card on the stone table. The bird looked at the statues sitting around the stone table with its tiny eyes.

Surrounding the masked man sat eight strangely shaped and slippery statues with different expressions. The upper body of this low statue was a normal human appearance, but the lower body was in the shape of various strange and frightening tentacles, thick fish tails, mottled bird feathers, and plants covered with parasites.

Their holy eyes are closed. Although they are just statues, they appear to be inviolable and inviolable. There is an ancient and sacred light flowing on their textures corroded by time, making people dare not look directly at them and find it difficult to consider them. It is as if looking at their ugly and terrifying lower bodies for one more moment will cause one to fall into madness uncontrollably, dedicating one's soul to these lowly and ancient gods and committing suicide.

The only thing to be thankful for is that this low god is still sleeping, but the unfortunate thing is that it seems like he is about to wake up at the next moment.

The low statue sits on a stone platform with its eyes closed. The lower body of the masked figure sitting still begins to turn into stone, with his toes covered with entangled snails, mosses and dense, grass-green, root tubercles of unknown plants.

They sat around a huge stone table.

The stone table was heavy and old, with many pits and dents from the erosion of wind and rain. Originally engraved on it was a giant monster with octopus tentacles that was strangely identical to the logo of the Bureau of Heresy.

Opposite this man sat a man who was also wearing a hood, but looked much more relaxed and neater than him. His face was hidden under the pure black hood, with only his transparent white neck visible. He stretched out his bony hands from under the hood to touch the damp cards face down on the table.

"Prophet." He said with a vague smile, "This is already the fourth night of our game of Werewolf. Whose identity do you want to verify?"

The prophet sitting opposite him was silent, and there was only the sound of huge waves crashing against the old temple.

"Would you like me to review the whole game of Werewolf that you insisted on playing with me?" the man asked slowly, tapping his fingers on the other cards that had been turned over.

"You didn't verify anything on the first night, so I released a mermaid." The man tapped his fingertips slowly on a card of the Siren King with his eyes closed. "No one died that night. It was a Christmas Eve."

"On the second night, you interrogated a thief, and I placed a mirror. Under your guidance, the werewolf killed a guilty puppeteer and a villager with a criminal history. You punished two criminals, and that was your victory."

"On the third night, you sent down a witch and Cupid, and I sent down the Blood Ganoderma. That night, you guided Cupid, that is, Liu Huai, to connect the werewolf and the witch, and the werewolf punished the two criminals, but the innocent Cupid also died because of the werewolf. So we tied that night, and you played a beautiful confrontation."

The man's fingertips wandered over the cards on the table. In front of him was a little ugly card that was smiling crazily.

The inverted cross symbol drawn under the right eye of Xiao Chou on this card is exactly the same as the pattern on the back of this person's clothes.

The man's fingertips finally stopped on a hunter card entangled by rose vines. He looked at the person opposite him, and the sea breeze blew up his black tent.

"This Hunter card is your last card that can be verified, prophet, are you going to verify it tonight?"

The prophet, whose lower body had already been petrified, remained silent for a moment and replied softly, "I want to test him. Is he a human, a god, or a monster?"

The person opposite the prophet said with a half-smile: "This hunter was originally going to become a god, but after being chosen by you as a hunter, he turned into a human again. Now he is about to become a monster in the endless cycle of reincarnation."

"Prophet, are you sure you want to play this card? In this round, whether it's the werewolves or the hunters who kill people, you lose. Next night, you will only have yourself as the god card to play with. If the gods are polluted, the werewolves will be slaughtered."

The prophet closed his eyes: "Yes."

"Then I'll send down a rose." The man opposite the prophet turned over a card in front of him and said softly, "I like its smell very much. I think it matches well with you, the sent-down hunter. It has a kind of desperate aura of withering."

"—It smells like a monster."

The card that was turned over showed a rose placed in a long cylindrical glass container, with its bud drooping, looking like a rose that was about to wither.

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This chapter refers to "Cthulhu Mythos", but the specific text is still based on my own settings. Thank you!