Bai Liu looked around calmly, his eyes swept over the surrounding environment and Yuan Guang and Shi Qian who fell behind him and Bai Liu, then fixed his eyes back on Bai Liu, the smile on his face deepened a little: "From this map, you are going through the five-building dungeon, and they are your enemies. Did they use their skills to summon us out?"

"Very interesting." Bai Liu looked at Bai Liu with a smile, and lowered his gaze to the slightly worn white shirt on Bai Liu. "This is such a cheap outfit. You probably haven't completed the first round of points yet. Is this your first time playing in a league?"

"Do you want me to help you win?" Bai Liu dragged the black whip behind him and took two steps towards Bai Liu with a smile, his voice rising, "How about we make a deal? I'll help you kill our summoner, that is, your enemy, and in return--"

Bai Liu calmly added to his question: "I'm selling my soul to you, right?"

Bai Liu raised his eyebrows: "It seems that we think the same thing."

"It's a pity that when you were young, your sense of territory and interests was not so strong, and you could still cooperate with me." Bai Liu sighed lightly, his left elbow resting on the back of his right hand, his fingers wrapped in black leather gloves resting on his chin, smiling, "Now you have formed your own interest group, and it's not so easy to deceive. It seems that we can't cooperate anymore."

Bai Liu agreed indifferently: "That should be the case."

"In that case..." Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Yuan Guang behind him. He seemed to think for a while, then knelt on one knee and squatted beside Yuan Guang.

Bai Liu leaned over and whispered in the ear of the immobile Yuan Guang: "Your teammate is dying. You summoned me because you wanted to save him, kill your opponent, and win the game, right?"

Yuan Guang nodded with difficulty.

"I will fulfill your wish, in return." Bai Liu lowered his eyelids and gently tapped a points coin on Yuan Guang's forehead to cover his eyes. "I will give you these 10,000 points, and you sell your soul to me."

Yuan Guang's chest heaved violently, then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. A tear rolled down the corner of his eye, and he nodded with all his strength.

"Then the deal is done." Bai Liu stood up. He pinched a slowly forming Yuan Guang soul coin between his two fingers and shook it. He looked up at Bai Liu with a smile in his eyes. "Since we can't cooperate, I have no choice but to stand against you."

"After all, I play games—"

“Profits come first.”

Bai Liu folded the two slender fingers holding the soul coin into his palm, and the coin disappeared. At the same time, he ordered in an orderly manner: "Jia Yi, first treat the injured teammates of the Summoner, and then go to Area B to get the land certificate after settling the Summoner. At the same time, kill your peers."

"Mu Sicheng goes to Area A, takes Tang Erda away, and cleans up the battlefield. Mu Ke goes to Area D. His mission is the same as Jiayi's. Let's start the action."

——This is exactly the same arrangement as Bai Liu had before.

The other three people responded lazily with an OK and immediately dispersed.

Bai Liu only heard a mature and casual teasing sound coming from his ear, and with the rest of his eyes he saw a shadow flash almost invisible beside his ear, and Shi Qian, who was lying on the ground behind him, disappeared.

The speed was so fast that people had no time to react.

"I will take the irrelevant people away first. You must play the game with the boss, the little boss from other worlds."

It was Mu Sicheng's voice.

Bai Liu saw a tall figure in the mist that had not yet dissipated. He was half-crouching on a lamppost, pressing down on it so that the lamppost was creaking and shaking. The figure's hands were a pair of huge monkey paws that were longer than the knees, and blood from someone unknown was dripping from the tips of the paws.

A pair of evil, scarlet eyes shone through the mist in the darkness. He grabbed a man by the neck, hanging him up, not caring about life or death. He smiled broadly at Bai Liu on the ground with the corners of his mouth wide open:

"Don't die easily at the hands of the boss, little boss. I want to come back and play with you after I finish my mission."

After saying that, he disappeared with a few leaps, and the other figures also disappeared in an instant.

The remaining Bai Liu walked towards Bai Liu slowly.

Around Bai Liu's face, waist, and boots, there was a grayish-white mist that had not yet dissipated, lingering in wisps of winding hairs, vaguely enveloping Bai Liu in some kind of misty frame. At first glance, he looked blurry and hazy, as if the character in a picture that had not been completely and meticulously painted had gained self-awareness and was walking out of the frame.

The heels of the boots hit the hard, cold ground, making clear echoes in the narrow and dark alley.

Bai Liu finally stood less than one meter away from Bai Liu. He finally walked out of the mist. He smiled at Bai Liu standing opposite him and asked with interest, "Aren't you going to run away?"

Bai Liu looked at him straight in the face without retreating: "There's no point in running away for both of us, right? Can't you guess what I'm thinking?"

"That's right." Bai Liu nodded in agreement. "For example, you should be wondering now why your main attacker, Tang Erda, has been silent, right?"

Bai Liu's smile deepened. "I never thought that you would be able to do something that I have never been able to do. You made Captain Tang, who is famous and has always been against me, become your team member. I am very curious about what happened between you two."

Bai Liu said calmly, "Of course something happened that didn't happen between you two."

"You are so hostile." The smile on Bai Liu's face became more teasing. "You are the most hostile person I have ever seen among all the Bai Lius."

"In order to maintain a good relationship with Captain Tang, I showed mercy to his good friend Captain Su and did not kill him. I also left a videotape on Captain Su to teach Captain Tang how to torture bad guys in a professional way. It was a gift." Bai Liu looked at Bai Liu with contempt and sighed, "But Captain Tang didn't like my gift. What a pity."

Bai Liu's eyes moved slightly: "If you don't leave the videotape in Su Yang's stomach, maybe he will like this gift more."

"Really?" Bai Liu asked back indifferently, with a smile on his face. "Then I hope Captain Tang likes the little gift I gave him this time."

In the mist.

Tang Erda clearly felt the ground beneath his feet begin to sink and move, and then a kind of thick glass-like barrier rose up around him and began to move rapidly. He instantly wanted to get closer to Bai Liu, but the thick barrier stopped him. Tang Erda's eyes flashed, and he fired two shots at the glass barrier, which went through meaninglessly.

His face changed. He recognized this prop. This prop was a magic space! A prop that restricted people from entering and leaving!

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu uses the item (Magic Space) on (Rose Hunter) and (Rose Hunter)]

[(Magic Space) Limited Condition: Only one person can walk out of the Magic Space alive]

The thick white mist in the magic space slowly dissipated. Tang Erda looked vigilantly at the human figure lying on the ground opposite him. He raised his gun with both hands, slid down to load the gun, leaned sideways, and walked towards it step by step, sticking to the edge of the magic space.

The gray mist on the human-shaped outline slowly dissipated, and Tang Er's pupils shrank the moment he saw the human-shaped outline clearly.

He saw himself in a humiliating state, his hands handcuffed behind his back, his jaw and shoulders pressed against the ground as he thrashed wildly, a videotape forced into his mouth that caused cracks at the corners, blood dripping, his teeth trembling but he dared not bite down.

Without saying a word, Tang Erda was ready to shoot with his gun to break the handcuffs, but the person bound in the handcuffs struggled violently and prevented Tang Erda from shooting the handcuffs.

He spoke in a blurry and difficult voice, word by word: "Su-Yan-'s handcuffs, don't move!"

Tang Erda was almost shocked. He turned his head sharply to look at the handcuffs, and found a pattern of a rose, a gun, and tentacles entangled with each other in the corner of the handcuffs.

——This is Su Yang’s skill weapon, how come it is here!

Tang Er tore open the videotape stuck in his mouth and immediately asked, "How did you get here? Didn't Su Yang die in your world? Why do his skill weapons still exist?!"

In every world line he has been through, Su Yang died. How could there be a world line where Su Yang is still alive and has all his skills and weapons?!

The man coughed violently twice and looked at Tang Erda with a cold and gloomy look: "Su Yang is dead."

Tang Erda frowned: "Then why are these handcuffs..."

"Su Yang's soul was bought by Bai Liu." The man forcibly broke the bones of one hand with the other hand, and then dragged his fractured and deformed palm out of the handcuffs. He would rather do this than damage Su Yang's skill weapon. "This is a skill that Bai Liu used on me using Su Yang's panel."

Tang Erda couldn't hide the shock on his face: "Su Yang sold his soul to Bai Liu?!"

The man leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and gasped for breath. He sneered, "What's so surprising about this?"

"More than half of the souls of the Heretic Administration are in Bai Liu's hands."

"More than half of them..." Tang Erda's face darkened. "I know my team members well. They can't do this!"

Tang Erda looked at the man with an unfriendly look. He stood up, holding his gun, and pointed at the downtrodden Tang Erda with a tense expression: "Besides, I have already jumped to that world line a long time ago. Logically, there should be no me in that world line. How can I exist after your world line has been running for more than ten years?"

The Tang Erda sitting on the ground tilted his head slightly upwards, his dark blue eyes looking deeply at the Tang Erda who was pointing his gun at him, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Do you still remember the wish you made to the evil god?"

"You can go back to the past and change the events that happened, and prevent everyone from entering the game. Is this all you remember?"

"Have you forgotten the price you have to pay to realize your wish?"

Tang Erda on the ground supported himself against the wall and staggered to his feet. His face was covered in blood as he stared at Tang Erda in front of him: "You will become a monster that keeps jumping through timelines."

"You are just a memory, a consciousness, and we in each timeline are real people. You are just a monster that invaded our consciousness for a period of time, a heretic that parasitizes us."

"You are not a human at all. You are Heretic 0002, the [Time Hunter]."

He chuckled hoarsely, "We are the humans. When you were about to escape the failed world line where you couldn't defeat Bai Liu, and decided to jump to the next world line, we who were parasitized by you would naturally regain consciousness."

"The world will not stop moving with your escape. Time will continue to flow downwards, Bai Liu will continue to control everything, and those of us who have been abandoned by you, Tang Erda, will continue to fight in self-deception in these world lines that are on the verge of collapse, until 80% of the people in the world sell their souls to Bai Liu, and the whole world becomes a game world line that Bai Liu, a follower of the evil god, can play with at will."

He raised his dark blue eyes, which were as deep as the ocean. There was no light in his eyes, and then he smiled neurotically: "You are just a save point designed by the prophet and the evil god."

"And I am just a storage place for your save point."

Tang Erda took two steps back with his pupils trembling. He couldn't utter a word for a while. After a long while, he shook his head firmly: "... Even so, I don't think the members of the Heretic Management Bureau would deliberately sell their souls to Bai Liu."

"It's true that I didn't mean it." Tang Er, who was standing opposite him, chuckled, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then turned his head abruptly. He stretched out the handcuffed hand to Tang Er and bent his fingers. "Do you have a light?"

Tang Erda said, "No."

"Tsk." Tang Erda held the cigarette in his mouth, one of his broken hands hanging limply at his side, and with his other hand he pulled out a gun from behind his back, aiming casually at the ground, then raised his hand and put the cigarette butt against the hot gun barrel.

The cigarette butt was ignited by the overheated gun barrel. He squinted his eyes and took a deep puff, then coughed twice and continued, "It was definitely not intentional."

"After you left, the Heretic Administration and Bai Liu and his gang went to war. At that time, there was a game called Five Towers, and Bai Liu and his gang got it in the game pool."

Tang Er beat him up, then he suddenly realized something and looked up at the other party: "It can't be..."

"Yes." The man turned to look at Tang Erda, his face full of mockery. "Bai Liu is a lunatic who lives for money. He took control of the five-building landing reality as soon as he came out, and promoted it comprehensively. He added a clause in the agreement that when Party B's assets are not enough to pay Party A's property price, Party A has the right to reclaim all of Party B's fixed and non-fixed assets, including certain deeply exclusive assets. Party A has the sole right to interpret this exclusive asset."

"Under normal circumstances, this agreement would have no chance of passing and no one would sign it. But after the five buildings landed, many ordinary people who didn't realize that Bai Liu was behind this all signed it."

Tang Erda, who was standing opposite him, took a deep puff of smoke and said, "There are many people from the Heretic Administration here."

"When they signed the contract, they didn't realize that they had already sold their souls. Moreover, Bai Liu later expanded the scope of the Five Buildings landing, and many people who had not signed the contract in the early days were forced to sell their souls to him."

"Su Yang was already dead, and his soul could never fall into Bai Liu's hands, but the fifth building in the community where Su Yang lived has landed..."

The person opposite him was silent for a moment, not even noticing that the cigarette butt had burned his hand. He muttered to himself, "This copy of the Fifth Building can turn the dead into ghosts. As long as there is a living and conscious soul, it can trade souls with Bai Liu."

"Su Yang died just like that, his soul was snatched away by Bai Liu."

"Bai Liu's skills cannot use the unconscious souls of the dead, so of course it is impossible that he cannot use the system panels of the dead. I originally thought that Su Yang's death would free me from this problem, but I didn't expect..." His gloomy eyes moved downwards, looking at the cold handcuffs hanging on his wrists, "I never dreamed that these handcuffs would be used on me."

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The heretic setting of Tang team is based on the setting of the Great Race of Islam in the Cthulhu Mythology.