"Jiang Ziya, can you be serious for once?"
“I’m being very serious.” Jiang Ling withdrew the female ghost beside him. “I know you want to cooperate, but having people fill the airport with mirrors, isn’t that a bit lacking in sincerity? Having the entire Orange Faction operate right under your nose, that’s an unreasonable request.”
"You can also monitor the Black Faction. Use your skill to summon more ghosts so you can keep track of their actions at any time."
Qi Yuping added, "We will keep an eye on each other, and after dividing up the brown camp, we will each rely on our own abilities."
Jiang rolled his eyes inwardly. What was this big shot pretending for? Keeping watch on each other? If Qi Yuping could really do that, he wouldn't be able to find him.
Moreover, although the brown faction didn't have any familiar high-level players, the blindfolded woman could recognize the female ghost she had released at a glance, so she must have some skill.
That was her weakest ghost. Even if she walked past a player wearing a protective yellow talisman, at most people would think that her body temperature had warmed the talisman.
Qi Yuping's current faction division, although her teammates are all quite capable in combat, judging from their current performance, they are all incredibly brainless.
That muscular man actually said she was blind.
Could a truly blind person possess such abilities? In her opinion, that ribbon must be some kind of special prop, serving another purpose.
At that moment, two figures appeared at the end of the waiting room.
"Brother Ping, we've put all the mirrors away and haven't found anything unusual. The guy with the gun was killed by the player, and the item was probably taken."
"Okay." Qi Yuping replied simply, "Go do your own thing. If anything seems amiss, call me in the mirror."
The two men nodded and bowed in agreement, then took a few steps back before turning around.
"Wait a minute," Jiang called out to the two of them, smiling, "I have a question for you."
The two men looked at Qi Yuping, and when he nodded, they looked at Jiang Yu.
"I ask you, what connections can you think of between cola, coffee, and orange juice?"
Jiang sat very upright, exuding a scholarly air, and asked the question as if he were a teacher asking a question in class: "In other words, do you know how the camps were divided?"
One man answered sincerely, afraid that he might be trying to be clever and leave a bad impression on Qi Yuping:
"...Brother Ping found us using props. I hadn't thought about this. Can you let me think about it?"
"It's okay. Then tell me, what was your first thought when you saw these three drinks?"
The man stammered, "...Do you want the truth?"
"The truth."
"Today I can buy them all at KFC for 50 yuan."
? ? ?
Jiang Yan's eyelids widened. She had considered countless answers, but this one was not one of them.
Where did the intelligence of the black faction go?
She waved her hand, "You can go now."
After everyone left, she mocked Qi Yuping, "You asked me to cooperate because you wanted my orange camp to be your pawns?"
Qi Yuping gave a forced smile and chuckled twice. This fortune teller is really hard to fool.
But the group of people he was assigned to were all headstrong, all brawn and no brains. They dared to attack anyone they encountered, without even considering whether they could actually fight.
If we don't cooperate, we'll be wiped out sooner or later.
Ants can kill an elephant; he needs to ensure that more people from the black faction survive in the early stages.
If there were another group of people nearby, even if someone died, it wouldn't be the black camp's turn. Although this group wasn't very bright, they were quite good at fighting and escaping.
The final twelve hours are the real free-for-all, so preserving your strength is crucial; you can't do without people.
Qi Yuping said, "How about this, we'll switch the people monitoring each other, and I'll have some people act as bait until the brown camp is broken up, how about that?"
Jiang pretended not to care: "Let me think about it first."
Although she kept saying that the Black faction was brainless, her own Orange faction was actually no better than those brutes.
Thanks to the buffs from her skills, she has a strong sixth sense, and this round of the game always makes her feel like the game is balancing her out.
Qi Yuping's martial arts skills weren't particularly strong, but his abilities allowed him to see in all directions and give real-time commands, helping the group make up for their shortcomings.
Half of his orange team members were newbies who had only played two or three games, and several of them were cheaters or evasive players with no experience whatsoever.
She currently knows nothing about the brown camp's situation, and her biggest fear is that their average skill level might be very high, making them difficult to deal with.
Considering that Qi Yuping had not yet discovered the balance point, Jiang Yu thought that it was not impossible to use his camp to split the threat.
With this in mind, she agreed to cooperate, saying, "Let's dismantle the brown camp as soon as possible and exchange supervisors."
“Okay.” Qi Yuping extended her hand, and the two hit it off immediately, deciding to simultaneously attack the brown camp.
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2:30 a.m.
In the corner of the VIP lounge, Shi Jinzhe was squeezed so much that he could only lie on his side.
Beside him, Sheikh, covered with a trench coat, was nestled in a sofa chair with his eyes closed, resting. His feet were squeezed between his legs and the sofa chair.
According to Shekh, this arrangement gives her a sense of crampedness, like sleeping in a crevice in the rocks.
But Shi Jinzhe believed that a rock crevice large enough for her to sleep in must be at least a canyon.
No one came to the VIP room on the second floor. He took out a bottle of purified water from his spatial storage, but after only two sips, the taste became increasingly strange, with a sour smell.
He picked up the water bottle and visually inspected it; both the bottle and the water appeared to be fine.
Shi Jinzhe took out a few more bottles of water and bread, and found that they were fine when taken out of the ring, but would spoil and turn sour in less than 20 seconds.
"It seems the game doesn't allow players to prepare food and water in advance."
Shekh opened his eyes: "Has the food gone bad?"
"Yeah, this round is probably going to be a food distribution, the kind where everyone has to fight over it, it'll be a bit like a free-for-all."
"Have you experienced this before?"
"There's no survival mode, but after being bombarded with apples continuously, I'm sick of them. I hope this game will be more humane." Shi Jinzhe felt a pang of acid reflux just thinking about it.
Shekh sighed, "We don't have a big house anymore, and now we don't have any good food either..."
"..." Shi Jinzhe came up with a solution for her: "Those foods can last for 20 seconds, so you can take a couple of bites of each one."
"Then bring it here."
The sound of tearing packaging bags continued, and Shekh would take two or three bites, then quickly throw them into the shopping bag next to him.
"Don't choke, let's go find our teammates after you've finished eating..."
[Brown faction player Yu Miao has been killed.]
[Yang Chen, a player from the brown faction, has been killed.]
[Qi Hongchang, a player from the brown faction, has been killed.]
Just as Shi Jinzhe finished saying he was looking for teammates, three kill notifications suddenly popped up.
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