"But... wasn't President Bai's memory devoured?" Wang Shun first realized it, then hesitantly asked, "Can he remember the plans he had made before?"

"Bai Liu really doesn't remember." Liu Jiayi leaned back on the chair, holding her face with her hands and looking up at the big screen, with a mischievous smile on her face, "But as soon as this guy entered the dungeon, he used the old method to make a good plan for the follow-up, so that he can check it later when he loses his memory."

Wang Shun thought about it. In the few short minutes before he lost his memory after entering the copy, he did not see Bai Liu writing any notes with a pen, leaving any marks on the roadside, or even recording any actions. There was no abnormality or record of any plan.

He really couldn't figure out how Bai Liu had left a backup plan for him later, so he humbly asked: "What old method did the president use to leave a backup plan?"

"Bai Liu used an old method that he and I used once in the welfare home." Mu Ke laughed, "Book folding mark."

Wang Shun was startled: "Book fold mark?"

"Yes, don't you think that considering Bai Liu's memory, he has memorized too much from this "Maoshan Evil Magic Manuscript" in such a short time?" Liu Jiayi held her face and tilted her head to look at Wang Shun.

Wang Shun was stunned. He actually felt that there was something incongruous here, but Bai Liu's words and actions were so natural when he talked about this, as if Bai Liu was born with these skills, so Wang Shun naturally overlooked this doubt.

But Liu Jiayi did not ignore it. She analyzed seriously: "If the person in the game is Mu Ke, he can indeed finish reading the book in such a short time and then extract the effective information from it."

"But with Bai Liu's memory, he can't do it."

Liu Jiayi raised a finger: "So there is only one possibility, that is, before he lost his memory, Bai Liu quickly browsed through the book, filtered the information in the book, and folded and marked some pages he thought were important. After he lost his memory, Bai Liu only read these filtered pages, so he remembered them so quickly."

Wang Shun began to feel dizzy. He had not played many games, and he could not follow Liu Jiayi and the others' ideas in game tactical design. Now his eyes began to swell. "Just by folding the page, can Bai Liu, who has lost his memory, understand what he should have done before he lost his memory?"

"What kind of Maoshan magic is this..." Wang Shun was very confused. "It's impossible for this book to write about Kong Xuyang's weaknesses and Bai Liu's specific plan, right?"

Nishen smiled and said, "There is no need to explain it so clearly, nor do you need to understand it to that extent."

"Because Bai Liu was giving instructions, not discussing with the later self. Bai Liu only wanted the later self to do things according to what he marked in the book."

"Give orders?" Wang Shun understood a little bit when he heard this, and smiled bitterly, "Is it the same as when we usually communicate with President Bai? Many times, we don't need to understand why, and we can just follow the terms assigned by President Bai and carry out the task?"

Nishen nodded and sighed: "That's about right."

"Although Bai Liu's arrangements are correct most of the time, I still feel that he is a bit dictatorial." Nishen spread his hands helplessly, smiled, patted Wang Shun on the back as if he was in the same boat, and said comfortingly, "But Bai Liu is not targeting anyone. You see, he treats himself the same way. You don't have to take it too seriously. Just go along with him..."

As Nishen was telling his story, Mu Ke and Liu Jiayi slowly shifted their gazes over there. Even Tang Erda, who had been silent the whole time, glanced at Nishen a few more times.

"This killer sequence tactician, are you targeting our team's tactician..." Liu Jiayi raised his eyebrows.

Mu Ke frowned: "Is your style too familiar?"

Tang Er raised his eyebrows and looked at Nishen with cold vigilance.

Nishen: “…”

Nishen clenched his fist and coughed calmly: "Really? It's just a general understanding of a tactician who may become a powerful enemy in the future. Everyone in our team knows Bai Liu very well, don't you think Hei Tao?"

Sitting next to him, Heitao had a blank expression on his face. He nodded seriously and agreed, "I know best."

Bai Jiamu and Bai Yi, who hadn't gotten a chance to say anything from the beginning to the end, said: "..."

Is there?

...Didn't we meet Bai Liu for the first time last month? Or did you two secretly get to know Bai Liu without telling us?

Although the atmosphere at the circus was quite harmonious, the atmosphere in the entire viewing pool was anything but harmonious.

The situation on the Furious Lambs side was in chaos, with many members running around in panic and exhausted. They had previously invested all their reserve points in controlling the leaderboard, and now that this situation had occurred, the audience was not stupid, and all those who could escape ran away.

Their pool growth rate went straight to zero!

The audience kept whispering:

"Wow, that was a close call. Luckily I didn't join the lamb, otherwise I would be in big trouble now."

"...I feel like the circus is going to win here. Do you want to join now?"

"I'm also a little tempted to join, but I'm still waiting to see..."

"Wait and see. The more people join later, the lower the exchange rate will be. Join now!"

"But, even though Kong Xuyang's skill is temporarily ineffective, he can still use it again, right? I still think Bai Liu is not that good, let's wait and see..."

Wang Shun stared at the system panel and frowned: "It is obviously such a big advantage, but the growth rate of our betting pool has not increased significantly. It just rose slightly and then cooled down again."

"Because Kong Xuyang's skills can still be used, and he is an old player who has participated in three major competitions, many spectators are still waiting and watching." Liu Jiayi said calmly, "It's normal, just wait a little longer."

Although she said everything was normal, Liu Jiayi's expression did not relax at all. She stared at the big screen with her lips tightly pursed.

"Kong Xuyang can't use his skills on Bai Liu anymore." Nishen looked up at Bai Liu swinging a whip on the big screen for a while and said softly.

Liu Jiayi turned to look at Nishen: "Why?"

Nishen seemed to recall something and smiled lightly. That smile was covered with something that Liu Jiayi couldn't understand, as ethereal as smoke: "Because Kong Xuyang saw Bai Liu's memory."

"When you think that the opponent is an omnipotent, insane, god-like villain, you will be afraid of him from the bottom of your heart and think that he is too powerful to be defeated, so you will seize every opportunity you can to kill him and prevent him from turning the tables."

"Because the opponent seems to be just a combination of the two words 'strong' and 'bad', just a target that will keep killing people. You will always keep your nerves tense and your highest fighting power until you kill the opponent."

"Thinking that the opponent is strong will stimulate your own fighting power and aggression."

"And once you know that this guy had a miserable childhood, walked on ice in winter, drowned in summer, didn't like studying in high school, would fall asleep in math class, and grew up to be a poor kid who lived to his twenties and didn't even want to buy himself a cake on his birthday, and ended up buying two kilograms of oranges to make up the number. He would have struggled more than too many ordinary people in this world..."

Nishen was silent for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and said, "At this point, you can no longer think he is powerful."

"The belief that a person is strong is based on fear, jealousy, fear and other emotions of looking at someone from a distance. Kong Xuyang believes that a person is stronger than him because he thinks the other person's objective conditions are better than his."

"But now Kong Xuyang knows all of Bai Liu's memories."

"In his memory, Bai Liu's conditions in all aspects were too poor. Kong Xuyang didn't believe that Bai Liu, who grew up in such an environment, would be stronger than him."

Nishen suddenly turned to look at Liu Jiayi. He smiled, his eyebrows and eyes gently curved, and there was a kind of unrestrained pride in his tone:

"Of course, I personally think that Bai Liu is much stronger than Kong Xuyang. This should be a consensus between us, right?"

Liu Jiayi stared at Nishen for a long time, then turned her head and said coldly, "Trash is not worthy of being compared to Bai Liu."

Nishen readily took over the conversation and smiled: "That's right."

In-game.

The monkey paws and tail on Mu Sicheng's body were like unstable projection images, which flickered twice and then became completely solid. He raised the wooden board and slapped it down without holding back, creating a thick layer of dust on the ground.

Kong Xuyang rolled over to avoid Mu Sicheng's attack from the sky, half-knelt on the ground with his hands covering his mouth, his eyes so red that blood seemed to be dripping out: "How could you possibly escape from my skills? You are clearly just two losers..."

"Who are you calling a loser!" Mu Sicheng stood up and rushed forward, blocking his cheek with his claws, and attacked Kong Xuyang three ways with a fierce and vicious move, "I think you are the loser!"

Kong Xuyang quickly closed his legs, and a talisman unfolded and stuck in front of his crotch. When Mu Sicheng grabbed it fiercely, the sharp claws hit Kong Xuyang's talisman, making a hard banging sound like metal colliding with stone.

"Fuck, what is that?!" Mu Sicheng was stunned, "Iron crotch?!"

Kong Xuyang smiled sinisterly: "Steel tendon and bone talisman."

"Don't think you can succeed just because my skills are ineffective." Kong Xuyang had played in the mid-season tournament after all, so he was mentally stable and handled this unexpected accident very quickly.

Kong Xuyang didn't care about Mu Sicheng at all. He turned around and shouted to Yang Zhi beside him: "Don't panic, dig quickly! My skills are temporarily ineffective now. I can use my skills to control them after I recover!"

Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and was about to attack again. He was about to sweep Kong Xuyang with a sideways sweep, but Kong Xuyang quickly attached the steel tendon and bone talisman to his ankle. Mu Sicheng's toe hit an iron stake, and he jumped up holding his foot in pain.

Kong Xuyang sneered twice. He knew that he was not as good as Mu Sicheng in close combat, so he took advantage of any opportunity to retreat, allowing the zombies on both sides to surround and cover him.

At the same time, Kong Xuyang bit his tongue in pain and sprayed blood on the stack of yellow talismans in his hand. Then he raised his eyes, raised his arm and quickly turned it twice in front of his body. With two fingers extended, the talisman in his arms flew out and stuck to the head of the zombie that was approaching:

"Steel tendon and bone talisman, go!"

After the yellow talisman was pasted on the forehead of the zombie that was approaching, its eyes glowed red, and the loose rotten flesh on its body grew fibers to connect into a whole piece of tangled muscles. The surface of its skin was coated with a layer of copper luster, and its fangs extended one inch outward.

These zombies had half-shaved heads, a typical hairstyle of the previous dynasty, and wore open-chested half-coats that were now coated with a layer of bronze. They roared loudly and coordinated with each other to surround Mu Sicheng in the middle...

"Fuck, this is the fucking formation of Eighteen Bronze Zombies, right?!" Mu Sicheng rushed forward several times but couldn't get out at all, and his hands and feet were hurt from banging.

The formation of zombies was getting bigger and bigger. Mu Sicheng used his left paw to push away a zombie that was approaching with its teeth bared, while he used his right hand to block his neck to stop a zombie that was trying to bite him.

Mu Sicheng exerted so much strength that the veins on his neck popped out: "...Bai Liu, where are you?!"

A whip swung left and right, trying to pierce through. The whip hit the zombie's skin with a sharp ping-pong sound, but was blocked outside by the densely intertwined limbs like a copper wall and an iron wall.

"I can't help you." Bai Liu's calm voice came from outside, "They are too hard, I can't get in, you do it yourself."

After saying this, Bai Liu seemed to turn around and leave.

Mu Sicheng, who was trapped in a formation full of big men, said: "???"

"Come back here, you idiot!" Mu Sicheng was so angry that his hair and curly monkey tail stood up. "Didn't you tell me to rush forward and take responsibility for anything that happens? Now that I'm blocked by so many men, you run away. Take responsibility for it!"

But no more voices could be heard from Bai Liu outside. Only Kong Xuyang's sarcastic voice could be heard: "Did you get dumped?"

As he was talking, Kong Xuyang coughed, his face turned pale, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "I studied the righteous magic in the last game. This steel tendon and bone talisman can be said to be invincible when used on zombies. Although the attack value is average, the defense value is extremely high. Moreover, these zombies that I have subdued will not listen to anyone except me. There is no solution except to consume the caster's blood and energy..."

"But I'm about to win, so what's the harm in wasting a little energy?" Kong Xuyang approached Mu Sicheng, who was trapped in the formation and gritting his teeth but unable to move, and laughed loudly. He raised a sharp dagger with a fierce look in his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't let the zombies consume you, I can make up for it easily, now just die!"

In the distance, a huge "bang" and an explosion sound were heard, accompanied by the sound of water falling.

A bullet flew from a distance and hit Kong Xuyang's raised hand quickly, making a crisp "pop" sound, and the dagger in Kong Xuyang's hand fell to the ground.

Kong Xuyang cried out in pain and blood spurted out from his palm.

"How come there are bullets here?" Kong Xuyang covered his palm which was shot through and turned around in surprise.

Yang Zhi, who was digging the grave, was also startled and raised his head: "What just happened?"

"Nothing." Bai Liu replied calmly, his finger on the trigger of a rose revolver. "I blew up the weir pond and connected the tomb to this mass grave."

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu switches to player Tang Erda's personal panel and uses personal skills (Rose Bullet)]

"Why did he blow up the weir pond?!" Yang Zhi looked at Kong Xuyang in panic, "It's connected to the underground river under the bridge in the tomb. If it's blown up, it will directly connect to the river and attract all the monsters in the tomb!"

"Brother Kong, there are too many monsters and we can't handle them all!"

Kong Xuyang tightly grasped his right hand, which was constantly bleeding. The muscles on his cheekbone trembled because of his clenched teeth: "Bai Liu——!"

He is obviously just an inferior person with nothing, how could anyone force him to this point!

In the distance, pale limbs can be vaguely seen stretching out from the pond, holding the shore. Ghosts are struggling to crawl out from the mud at the bottom of the pond that was blown up. Paper figures with joyful faces covered with mud are hopping left and right on the tree-lined path towards this side. Next to them walks a bride with a veil on her head, waving a wedding veil and moving in a dignified manner.

Directly in front of him was a ghost who had died on the bridge, holding a white umbrella to cover his face, with water dripping down as he walked. The ground was filled with ghostly shadows, twisting left and right, up and down, all of them were evil spirits. The joyful and sharp conversations of men, women, young and old merged into one.

At the farthest point were some paper figures carrying seven open coffins, inside which lay drowned old men with pale, purple faces and smiling faces.

The old man's sharp black nails were neatly crisscrossed in front of his chest, as if he was really dead, but a closer look revealed that his nails were still growing, and the smile on his mouth was getting deeper and bigger, until it reached his ears.

On the gloomy and muddy country roads, red and white funeral clothes were intertwined and vaguely overlapped, round money with square holes for the afterlife kept falling from the sky, and two high and low suona tunes of celebration and mourning could be heard. Incense, wax, the stench of corpses and decayed water vapor filled people's mouths and noses.

The scene of the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons was enough to scare people to death at a glance. Mu Sicheng, who was trapped by the bronze zombies, was stunned.

Is Bai Liu here to save him or to kill him? There are so many ghosts!

Yang Zhi shouted in fear, "Brother Kong, what should we do?"

Kong Xuyang quickly opened his own panel. The various icons on it twitched and flickered. Kong Xuyang's eyes passed over these icons that appeared and disappeared, and quickly fixed on the system prompt column:

[System prompt: Player Kong Xuyang's personal skills will soon become completely ineffective——5, 4, 3, 2, 1——]

[System prompt: All players’ panels are unlocked]

Kong Xuyang let out a breath of anger; this was the moment he had been waiting for!

His skills needed to be carefully operated on the panel. Just now, the skills seemed to be ineffective, and he was the one who was most restricted. But now it was completely ineffective, and Kong Xuyang's own panel was completely unlocked, which meant one thing -

Kong Xuyang couldn't help but smile. He frantically clicked the skill button: [Use the (Panel Silence) skill again!]

[System prompt: Loading player Kong Xuyang's skills (panel silent)...]

Immediately, immediately all the advantages will be back in his hands. He is such an outstanding person, there is no way he will lose to Bai Liu, a mentally retarded orphan who has never had enough food since childhood and can only score more than 400 points in the college entrance examination...

As long as he is given sufficient conditions, he is the best man in the world. No one can defeat him when he uses his skills, unless the opponent has better conditions than him.

But does Bai Liu have it?

Bai Liu didn't. He was just a loser who had experienced constant failures and setbacks throughout his life, from childhood, adolescence, to youth, and had to rely on someone else's modification of his memory to survive until now.

So he couldn't possibly lose to Bai Liu! He was so much stronger than Bai Liu!

Kong Xuyang's red eyes reflected the system's skill loading bar almost crazily. His hand, which was pierced by the gun, trembled uncontrollably, but the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger - he was about to win!

[System prompt: Player Kong Xuyang's skill (panel silence) failed to load, detection failure reason... Detected a target player in the game who does not meet the skill usage criteria, unable to use the skill in the entire game.]

[Player Bai Liu does not meet the conditions for using the skill. 】

Kong Xuyang looked at the eye-catching red prompt on the system panel and felt dizzy.

A smell of blood surged into his throat, and he roared in disbelief: "How is this possible?!"

"Why can't I use my skills on Bai Liu?!"

[System reminder: Because you firmly believe that Bai Liu is weaker than you, and the conditions for using your skills do not include people who are weaker than you, so you cannot use your skills on Bai Liu. ]

"Why can't Bai Liu use skills just because he's worse than me!" Kong Xuyang threw his system coin uncontrollably and yelled, "You are protecting Bai Liu! This is not fair!"

“I’m about to win!”

【System warm reminder: The game never shields anyone. 】

Yang Zhi looked at the army of ghosts getting closer and closer, and kept retreating, looking at Kong Xuyang in fear: "Brother Kong! They are coming!"

Kong Xuyang gathered his anger and stared at Bai Liu not far away with bloodshot eyes, growling with heavy breathing: "Just a Bai Liu... Even without any skills, I can still beat you!"

He swung his hand, took another bite of blood and smeared it on his thumb, then tapped the talisman. Two command talismans flew out and stuck to the back of the bronze zombie that was trapping Mu Sicheng.

Kong Xuyang said hoarsely: "Stand up! Form a battle formation - copper walls and iron barriers!"

The zombies that surrounded Mu Sicheng paused, then slowly dispersed. They held each other's hands and formed a circle facing outward, firmly protecting Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi in the middle.

Mu Sicheng, who was also trapped in the middle, had his hands bound by a zombie and was being watched motionlessly.

Mu Sicheng had been bitten during the siege just now, and now there were two big holes on his neck that were bleeding. He sat on the ground gasping for breath, his cheeks turning purple due to the corpse venom.

Kong Xuyang was delighted when he saw Mu Sicheng's weak look: "So what if you have skills? Without memories, you still don't know how to use them. You're still useless."

"You've been poisoned. In just one hour your spirit value will be completely reduced and you'll become a zombie here."

"You are like this." Kong Xuyang lowered his head and approached Mu Sicheng, grinning nervously, "Bai Liu will be like this too, and I will be the only one who wins in the end."

After saying that, Kong Xuyang didn't even look at Mu Sicheng, and said to Yang Zhi in a cold voice: "Dig, dig out the remaining almanacs and get the true end to end this game."