no man's land.

Players from the no-man's land who came out of the exit gradually gathered here.

They looked up wearily and curiously at the pure white area that had once trapped them. The endless emptiness made these people who had escaped feel a lingering fear in their hearts.

This originally deserted area is now crowded with all kinds of people anxiously searching.

They took down their old TVs one by one, nervously charging and clicking on them, staring intently at the snowy screen of the small TV. Once the screen went out, they breathed a sigh of relief and turned to shout towards the exit: "Wang Shun, one of the small TVs here went out!"

“There’s one over here, too!”

"Brother Wang, here are three!"

Wang Shun, standing at the door, held a thick virtual notebook in his hand, and his pen was almost drawing invisible sparks of data on it.

After recording nearly a hundred turned-off TVs, Wang Shun turned to look at the members standing beside him, tore off the data on the notebook and handed it to them, and instructed with clear eyes:

"According to my calculations, the promotional spots for the small TVs that were promoted from the no-man's land should be concentrated in the multi-person area or the single-person area, as well as the edge of the central hall. You can go there and see if there is any small TV with Bai Liu in it."

These people received the note, nodded, turned around and ran towards the area Wang Shun told them to go.

At this time, the last group of people who went to the sub-district to check whether Bai Liu was on the small TV came back. They shook their heads at Wang Shun breathlessly:

"Brother Wang, Bai Liu is not on this batch of small TVs."

Wang Shun's face showed disappointment for a moment, but he returned to his normal state the next second, waved his hand and asked them to sit down: "It's normal, you can take a rest first and prepare for the next batch of rotations."

In the whole scene, everyone has an orderly division of labor and clear organization, just like a fast-moving assembly line.

The players who had just stepped out of the exit and returned to the no-man's land were almost stunned.

Facing a mountain of televisions that is so long that it makes people want to quit, these ordinary players who move old televisions bit by bit feel as shocked as if they were witnessing Yugong moving the mountain.

That was how they were driven out of that place of despair.

——Just to save a man named Bai Liu.

This man named Bai Liu was trapped in this no-man's land just like them.

But he himself did not give up, and those who saved him firmly believed that he would not give up - that's why this scene happened.

Therefore, those who have been trapped for so long and are about to give up the struggle will have the chance to wait for the day when they can see the light of day again.

A sense of power that "I can change reality" fills the hearts of these No Man's Land players who originally felt empty inside.

They clenched their fists, finally unable to hold back their excitement, and stepped forward to the director, Wang Shun, and asked carefully and sincerely, "Excuse me, can we also join the team to find Bai Liu?"

"We were saved because of him, and we want to do something for him."

Wang Shun turned around and glanced at Mu Ke, who was standing aside and watching the situation.

Mu Ke walked forward with a smile on his face, supported these people's backs and pushed them inside, and said to them sideways: "Of course you can, we need you to help us..."

"…But we don't have many points, so we don't know how we can help..." someone added shyly, "…Except for the points we earned from completing the game, the points you guys mistakenly gave us when you were catching the white willow..."

The smile on Mu Ke's face deepened and softened: "How can it be considered a mistake? Your presence has increased the value of these points a hundred times."

"You can leave the game alive and appear here to help Bai Liu. This is what we want to see most when we charge these points."

"You can help them like and collect each small TV...it will be a great help to us..."

Wang Shun heaved a sigh of relief when he saw these players being led by Mu Ke. He turned around and looked at Charles who was watching the show with great interest: "You are waiting for the moment when these surviving No Man's Land players come back. The members' collection folders are almost full. If no one comes to help like and collect, we will need to increase the charging efforts to continue to recruit people."

"Yes, they will definitely come back, otherwise how would Heavenly Freemasonry come about?" Charles raised his eyebrows and smiled. He looked at the backs of these No Man's Land players. "People who have experienced a large-scale disaster will have a stronger sympathy and desire to help those who have had the same experience, which makes them easier to unite."

"Especially when they have just escaped from danger and learned that the people who rescued them were also trapped in a similar situation." Wang Shunfu sighed, "The strong feeling of powerlessness will force them to take action, and they will change from a weak and powerless person to an extremely combative one - they will regard Bai Liu as a part of their identity and do everything they can to protect him."

"Their feelings for Bai Liu should be stronger than for me, the one who paid to save them." Charles said this, but he was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and added:

"If the rescue is successful, they will relive the entire process of being rescued through the white willow and feel the power of fighting against their fate. At that time, the white willow will completely become their spiritual symbol."

"They will be the most loyal members of White Willow."

"You are taking advantage of and manipulating their emotions." Wang Shun frowned uncomfortably.

Charles waved his hands nonchalantly: "--By rescuing them, I believe that even if I tell them why I did this, they will not reject this method, and it will not affect their feelings towards Bai Liu."

"They took the initiative to follow Bai Liu. This was their own choice."

Charles shrugged his shoulders: "Of course I think this is the best choice for them - Bai Liu at least won't let them die easily."

Wang Shun's shoulders slumped weakly.

He didn't like the way it was done, but Charles did have a point.

——In this cruel game, this may be the best choice for these ordinary people who can still have kindness.

Just like Wang Shun’s own choice—to follow Bai Liu.

In-game.

Bai Liu walked up to the ribbon-cutting ceremony platform of the new factory holding a pair of scissors.

Liu Jiayi, who was in the audience, clapped and couldn't help but secretly complain to Tang Erda next to him: "Don't you think Bai Liu is like a construction leader in the later stages of this game, holding factory talks all day long?"

"This is in a horror game, isn't that wrong?"

"...He wants to complete the game." Tang Erda couldn't help but defend Bai Liu. "In order to let everyone complete the game, at least six factories must be opened."

Except for Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi who were whispering, the rest of the people in the audience were clapping loudly and looking at Bai Liu, who was wearing a suit and tie, on the stage with shining eyes.

They were all refugees who had recovered from the rosewater.

Bai Liu stood on the stage, adjusted the microphone with his hand, looked up at the people below the stage, cleared his throat, and said in a slow and solemn voice:

"The golden autumn brings cool breeze and the sweet osmanthus fragrance. As the sixth thorny factory is built, we gather together to celebrate the fruits of our hard work..."

"Oh! What a joyful thing this is!"

Liu Jiayi: “Poof!!”

Tang Erda: "..."

Liu Jiayi could no longer bear it: "Can Bai Liu change his speech script? Where did he copy it from? He has said it six times. Doesn't he feel embarrassed?!"

Bai Liu, who was not at all embarrassed, remained motionless as a mountain, and continued to read the opening remarks he had plagiarized from his boss word for word clearly:

"…Although we come from all corners of the world, here, at this moment, we are a loving family…"

Liu Jiayi held her head and screamed: "Make him stop!"

Meanwhile, no man's land.

Members who had dug to exhaustion looked back at the "TV Mountain" behind them that had been turned to the bottom, marveling at how much they had already dug. But the moment they turned their heads again, they fell into a deep sense of powerlessness - why were there still so many?

Wang Shun remembered feeling dizzy and dazed. He had forgotten how long he had been working and he almost fainted.

Finally, after Charles's reminder, Wang Shun realized that he should take a break, and he found a member who was more sensitive to numbers to replace him.

Without Wang Shun, their work efficiency dropped further.

Mu Ke was controlling the overall situation with a tense expression. Mu Sicheng joined the rotating team. Charles, leaning on the civilization staff, stood in front of the King's Guild members who stayed here. He raised his hand and yawned - Hong Tao took Titan away, and Charles only had to pretend to be here and guard. He was the most relaxed one.

Mu Sicheng ran back and forth between the various sections of the small TV. His high movement speed allowed him to take on an entire rotating team by himself, allowing more people to join the team searching for Bai Liu.

During the interval between rotations, Mu Sicheng raised his head and drank a bottle of energy recovery agent, then sat on a small TV with his legs bent, lowered his head and panted.

Mu Ke suddenly sat next to him and also drank the energy recovery potion.

"Did you ever think of giving up on Bai Liu the moment he fell into the no-man's land?" Mu Ke's voice was a little cold. He didn't look at Mu Sicheng, but Mu Sicheng knew he was talking to him.

Mu Sicheng raised his head and drank another bottle of energy recovery agent. He did not deny it.

After a moment of silence, Mu Sicheng spoke calmly, "I think it might be safer for the Bai Liu family to stay in the no-man's land."

Mu Ke's voice became even colder: "There's no need to make giving up sound so nice."

After saying this, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Why, are you so sensitive to abandonment?" Mu Sicheng glanced at Mu Ke's back, "Who has abandoned you? Brother? Girlfriend? Parents?"

When talking about "parents", Mu Ke's back paused, and his hand holding the bottle of energy recovery agent suddenly clenched.

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows in an ambiguous tone: "My advice to you is that you'd better reduce the emotions you project onto Bai Liu, and stop really treating him as the object of your [parents'] empathy."

He stood up on his knees, crumpled up the empty bottle of energy recovery agent next to him, and threw it into the trash can in front of Mu Ke like a shooting gesture.

Mu Ke still stood there motionless.

Mu Sicheng walked past him with his hands in his pockets, looking straight ahead.

"This guy plays too crazy. If you stay outside, everyone will target you. It's a thankless job for you to rush to be his son." Mu Sicheng sneered and said, "He is more suitable for a crazier kid."

Mu Ke lowered his head, his expression could not be seen clearly, and the empty bottle in his hand had been twisted into a ball of tangled plastic.

During the few seconds of the standoff between the two men, a member came back panting and sweating. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and then shouted with all his might:

"I, I saw Bai Liu's little TV!"

Mu Ke and Mu Sicheng's gazes suddenly shifted over there.