The evil Tang Erda leaned against the invisible wall of the prop [Magic Space], lit another cigarette with the still-warm gun barrel, lowered his head and took a deep breath, and suddenly said: "You haven't escaped from this world line yet, is the situation in this world line still okay?"

He paused for a moment while biting the cigarette holder: "Is Su Yang still alive?"

"Alive." Tang Erda answered. He was silent for a moment. "There is no destructive dungeon in the real world at present. Everything is still OK."

The person on the other side was silent for a while, then sneered: "After so many attempts, you finally succeeded."

"Well done, how did you do it? Can you give me some advice?"

Tang Erda slowly clenched the barrel of the gun hanging by his thigh and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the person opposite him glanced and saw the pattern on the handle of the silver pistol that Tang Erda was holding in his hand. He paused in turning his head and his eyes suddenly changed.

He raised his head slowly, his dark blue eyes revealing a questioning and murderous intent as if he was interrogating a prisoner: "Why did the pattern on your gun handle become the pattern of a wandering circus?"

Without waiting for Tang Erda to answer, he stood up and approached Tang Erda, pulled out the gun stuck on his belt and pointed it at Tang Erda without hesitation, the brutality in his eyes could hardly be concealed: "You actually sold your soul to Bai Liu?!"

"He is not Bai Liu. He is different from Bai Liu." Tang Erda slowly put down his gun and raised his hands to make a surrender gesture to show his friendliness. "The Bai Liu in this world line is called Bai Liu, the Liu of willow tree. He..."

"Everyone who sold their soul to that gang would make the same excuse." The man on the other side smiled with great sarcasm. "You should know better than me what it's like to be deceived by that gang."

The man on the other side spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, and his dark blue eyes, hidden in the swirling nicotine smoke, stared straight at Tang Erda. He flipped the safety pin downwards: "I'll give you one last chance to quibble. Why did you sell your soul to Bai Liu? What was your reason? Were you forced to do so?"

Tang Er beat him up.

He tried to find a reasonable state to describe Bai Liu in this world line, to convince himself on the other side that Bai Liu would not do that.

Obey the rules and regulations? Don't commit crimes? Be a law-abiding citizen?

Tang Erda knew all of this was not accurate enough. He could sense that deep down Bai Liu was still in a state where he could cross the line at any time, but for some reason, Bai Liu had maintained a relatively harmless state until now.

He didn't know why, but he firmly believed that Bai Liu's condition would continue.

Tang Erda took a deep breath and raised his eyes: "I was not forced. I believe him."

The man opposite him looked completely gloomy and pulled the trigger: "Then you die."

"Bang--!!"

Area D.

Mu Ke searched the cemetery floor by floor carefully. Bai Liu had sent them a message through the communication device two hours ago, saying that they should focus on searching the single tomb and the central area of ​​the cemetery in the rotten tail building.

Mu Ke did not see the lone tomb, but after two hours of careful search, he finally found the cemetery of the Rotten Tail Building.

He flipped over the tombstone and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw the cemetery passage below, which was obviously not completed and had steel bars extending from the wall.

Finally, he was able to complete the mission and go to Area C to reunite with Bai Liu and the others. He was very worried about Bai Liu's situation as he was suffering from a blood loss buff.

Mu Ke drew out the short double swords from his back and held them in his mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of the entrance to the cemetery, raised his body and nimbly jumped several times on the steel bars, approaching the central floor below quickly and steadily.

When Mu Ke saw the huge cemetery room in the center, whose architectural style was obviously different from the "incinerator" he had seen before, his eyes froze. He stepped on the steel bars and quickly moved down a little. He used the force to jump into the room, then turned around and jumped to the upper left corner.

Mu Ke spread his legs, shifted his body weight backward and half-crouched on his knees, clinging to the wall like a gecko. He quickly pulled out the dagger from his mouth with both hands, stretched out three fingers to press against the wall, and looked around the room calmly.

The room is about 200 square meters, and the interior decoration is luxurious and extravagant, just like a living room. It forms a sharp contrast with the cemetery room next to it which is only 3-5 square meters. In the center, there is a shrine on the mahogany table. In the shrine is a black and white photo, and the cause of death is written next to it: "Died in a car accident."

Under the shrine is a porcelain white urn.

If Bai Liu's guess is correct, the land certificate should be placed in that urn.

Just as Mu Ke was about to jump down to reach the urn, his body leaned forward, but his movement suddenly stopped. He withdrew the three fingers he had pressed against the wall and lowered his eyes to glance at his fingertips.

There was only a light layer of dust.

This room... has a subtle sense of strangeness. Some places are very dusty, but some places are very dusty, especially the corner where he is now, the ground where he stepped before, and -

Mu Ke's gaze slowly shifted to the mahogany table that housed the shrine - the mahogany table that held the urn.

If the developer monster in the urn had crawled out, the whole room would not be so neat, and there would definitely be obvious patterns of dust being dragged away. The situation where only the paths close to the urn were shallow in dust could only be caused by one reason -

——That is, someone approached the urn in exactly the same way as he did, and used the dust on the side to cover his own path.

"Did you notice it now?" A cold voice came from the side. Someone was dragging something heavy, and the clear footsteps of leather shoes on the wooden floor came. "What a disappointing world line. My reaction speed to the environment is so slow."

A delicate male profile slowly emerges from the dark shadows in the lower left corner.

"If I met an opponent like me, this reaction speed would be enough for me to kill your president thirteen times."

Mu Ke jumped down from the wall, and his pupils constricted the moment he saw the face on the other side clearly.

The person standing opposite him is a much more mature him!

This mature version of Mu Ke was dragging the corpse of a developer monster with one hand, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. His shoulders were slightly wider and taller than the current Mu Ke. He was wearing a tight-fitting black suit with a light-colored rose on the right pocket of the suit.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses with chains that hung from his ears, and on his left ear was a slightly dangling inverted cross earring. He was so well-dressed that he looked like a rising star in the shopping mall who had just walked down from a wealthy family's banquet.

The mature version of Mu Ke looked up at Mu Ke across from him with no expression on his face. He let go of the developer monster that had been killed, took out a folded land certificate from his pants pocket, and raised it to indicate: "Is this what you are looking for?"

Mu Ke calmly distanced himself from him. This man who looked like him gave him a very dangerous feeling.

This person could not have been created by Bai Liu, because although Bai Liu would not inform anyone when making a decision, he would definitely inform these team members of the consequences of this decision.

So the only possible reason for this situation is...

Mu Ke's voice tightened: "Are you something summoned by Yuan Guang's skill?"

"Things?" Mu Ke, who was standing opposite him, finally looked the younger Mu Ke in the eye. "The only one who has the right to judge me as a thing is my president."

Mu Ke raised his chin slightly, revealing a bit of reserved arrogance, and even spoke in a moderate tone: "Who do you think you are? How dare you evaluate me like that?"

As he spoke, he tilted his hand back and loosened it, and the land certificate slowly fell to the ground.

Mu Ke stared at the land certificate closely.

Mu Ke on the other side stared at the black dagger in his hand. His face darkened unfriendlyly: "Did the president of this world line find a skill for you?"

Mu Ke was very aware of his own emotional ups and downs. He turned his gaze to look at Mu Ke's hands, raised his voice slightly, and asked provocatively: "Yes, why, you don't have it?"

Mu Ke on the opposite side finally walked out of the shadows completely. Mu Ke noticed that he had no weapons in his hands. His hands were tightly wrapped with white bandages from his fingers to the wrist where his suit was connected. In addition, his neck was also wrapped with several bandages.

He walked towards Mu Ke step by step, his eyes dim and unclear. He raised his hands and slowly and solemnly untied the bandages on his hands starting from his fingertips, while explaining in a leisurely and soft voice:

"The president will not waste any time and energy on a player without skills, nor will he train such a person because he has no value."

"Things without value don't deserve to live." Mu Ke said softly, his delicate face looking gray and gloomy in the dimly lit room. "It's just like heart disease can't appear in long-term social relationships. This is a universal axiom. As Mu Ke, you should at least understand this, right?"

Mu Ke's breathing quickened, but he quickly calmed down. He retreated cautiously as Mu Ke approached.

"In order to be more valuable to the president, to stand on the same league field with the president, and to win for him as his team member." Mu Ke on the opposite side opened his eyelids, and the bandages on both sides that were untied drooped to his elbows. "I trained very hard and worked very hard. I killed many players in order to seize their skills. Unfortunately, either they were unwilling to give them to me, or their skills were not what the president wanted."

"So, in the end, I became the only unskilled member in the wandering circus team." Mu Ke's bandage finally dragged on the ground. He slowly tidied up the bandage and placed it on the mahogany table beside him.

All the areas that Mu Ke had hidden under the bandages were exposed. He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Ke opposite him quietly: "Do you know how I became what I am?"

Mu Ke looked at the areas where he had exposed himself, and no matter how calm he tried to be, his brows furrowed.

From fingers to wrists, to neck, there are all kinds of scars, bruises, knife scars, and gunshot marks, densely packed and shocking. Seeing these things appear on [one's] body is really not a very pleasant experience.

"All I need is perfect fighting skills, accurate environmental observation, and prediction of enemy behavior. I am the president's backup main attacker." Mu Ke on the opposite side raised his voice in joy. He looked at Mu Ke with a cold murderous look in his eyes. "Every time I finish a fight, I have scars on my body. They are bandages that the president personally put on me. This means that I have created value for him on the court."

"The more scars I have, the more valuable I am to the president."

"And you—"

Mu Ke on the opposite side raised his hands and spun his leather-shod feet on the ground.

In almost just a moment, the mature Mu Ke appeared in front of Mu Ke, raised his hand to snatch the dagger from Mu Ke's hand, and slashed it fiercely at Mu Ke's neck.

Mu Ke leaned back to avoid the attack and at the same time quickly turned his palm to recall the weapon.

[System prompt: Player Mu Ke recalls his skill weapon. ]

The dagger in the mature Mu Ke's hand was looming and almost disappeared, but in the less than a few milliseconds before it disappeared, the man's body speed was almost fast enough to exceed the system's logical judgment.

At the moment when Mu Ke recalled his skill weapon, this Mu Ke grabbed the dagger and slashed a huge bloody mark on Mu Ke's neck with his backhand.

Blood spurted out and soaked onto the gold-rimmed glasses of Mu Ke.

He lowered his eyes and said with an unprecedented disgust: "Your mediocrity and incompetence have failed the president's preference for you."

"I will kill you myself with the dagger he gave me."