"That monster is dead, now's the time!"
A group of players who had been secretly observing flew over from the horizon and landed to grab the crystal.
Behind them, another three-person team, using skills to conceal themselves, ambushed them.
Physical invisibility can only deceive the eyes of ordinary people. As moving life energy, the actions of the three cannot escape Shi Jinzhe's perception.
His gaze followed the two suicide squads and saw Shen Shu reconstructing his body from another piece of flesh.
Covered in blood and barely alive, greed rekindled its hold on him. Shen Shu provocatively tore off a woman's arm and began to crunch on it.
Discovered by the four, Shen Shu no longer hid. Several tentacles quickly extended from the surface of his flesh and pierced into the bodies of the two groups of people, assimilating them once again.
He looked back at Shekh with his blood-stained face, revealing gums full of minced meat, "Again."
Shekh stared at him, his face darkening.
Petrochemicals are no longer useful.
The eyes on Shen Shuxin's new body are just for show; his reconstructed body has been specially modified.
The reason it can be seen is because the entire covered city is the monster's senses; it can sense every breath and every step.
He waits patiently here simply to lure his prey into his trap and enjoy the amusement of the situation.
Shen Shu hugged one leg tightly, like a guitar, his sharp fingertips leaving several red marks on the skin.
"Aren't you going to help these people? Please save them."
As he spoke, he actually struck a pose as if praying, his face full of piety.
Seeing that the others did not react, Shen Shu grabbed a man, pulled his hair up and made him look up, only to find it completely broken.
"That's a player who can control life. Beg him to save you, he can do it. It's about life; he can save you with a flick of his finger..."
It was as if the devil was whispering; his words were highly seductive, causing the captured players to unconsciously develop a sense of hope.
The crimson tentacles spread rapidly, and players who had not yet reached the tower were attacked by the tentacles that appeared from all corners. Everyone who was captured was brainwashed in this way.
His voice has a magical quality that quickly fills the players' minds with negative emotions.
They looked up at Shi Jinzhe standing in the sky, but all they could see were a pair of purple eyes.
There were more than a dozen stone statues piled up on the ground. Shi Jinzhe didn't say a word and his emotions were unreadable.
The more silent he remained, the more excited Chen Shu on the ground became.
Jiang covered her nose: "What on earth did this guy surnamed Chen bring over? This is definitely not an ordinary boss..."
"He is the corrupt world boss."
An unfamiliar male voice appeared behind Jiang Ling. He turned around and saw Fu Guan sitting on a paper airplane, with a man and a woman following behind him.
Fu Guan swept the ground, and more than thirty stone statues fell to the ground below. Shen Shu's face froze, and the people he was targeting did not express their opinions.
Fu Guan beckoned to Shang Ying, inviting him to stand closer so that he could find a point of leverage and stand more comfortably.
"Long time no see, Sister Jiang."
"Uncle Fu, you're too kind." Jiang Ling moved her feet away, trying to stand further away from Fu Guan.
"You're being too polite. I'm not even thirty yet, no need to call me 'uncle'." He pointed to Shi Jinzhe and Shehe, "Are you on the same team? Introduce me."
For a corrupt world boss to target someone like this, they must have some extraordinary abilities.
Jiang only mentioned two names and refused to say anything more.
Fu Guan was just asking; he didn't expect her to actually confess. Knowing her name was enough.
He looked at the ground, then at Shi Jinzhe: "Aren't you going to save them?"
"Save what?" Shi Jinzhe didn't even blink. "Even gods won't appear just because you cry for help. Why should an ordinary person like me be obliged to help you every time you ask?"
He only has a skill called "Given Life," not that he's a saint. All things are born, and there's the principle of natural selection.
These people were not his responsibility, nor was he the one who let them into the game. Without Shen Shu's intervention, they might still be fighting each other.
There are only twelve stones. Are we supposed to save them all and then kill them?
It would be better to let Shekh use petrification to give him a quick death, at least he could leave with a complete corpse.
Upon hearing his words, Shen Shu flung aside the stone statue at his feet.
He threw the rolling stone statues together in a fit of rage, the stones clanging and clattering as he waited to see their expressions as they crumbled.
However, all the statues were intact, without a single crack, and even after being covered and soaked in blood and flesh, they remained white and undamaged.
Shekh wasn't in a good mood and retorted listlessly, "Nothing special."
Jiang was astonished by the petrification's hardness, and relentlessly mocked Shen Shu, saying, "To be honest, the cracks on your face are bigger than those on that stone."
She turned to Fu Guanzai and asked, "By the way, how did you know he was the boss of the Fallen World?"
Fu Guan held up a shard of mirror, saying, "Thank you for Qi Yuping's kind gift."
Seeing Jiang Ling's expression, he put away the glasses. "He really gave them to me, I didn't steal them."
Three paper airplanes, parked side by side, hovered in the air. Less than half a minute later, another paper airplane appeared, with four people standing on it.
The bearded man at the front didn't look too good. When he saw the three paper airplanes they were talking about, he leaned over and greeted them: "Everyone, Zhuang Zexian, what's going on now?"
Jiang Zi: "A world boss that doesn't belong to this instance has been summoned by players from the previous instance to cause trouble."
"You all seem to be in a good mood."
Shen Shu interrupted the conversation, his distorted face drooping, his lowered eyelids revealing a patch of red beneath: "Aren't you afraid you won't be able to complete the game?"
He spread his arms, as if waving an invisible baton in his hand. The exaggerated body movements, combined with his collapsed and distorted face, were extremely terrifying.
"One, two, three..."
The bloated fingers started by pointing at Zhuang Zexian, the bearded man at the far end, then at Jiang Yinxue, Jiang Yan... and stopped only when they reached Linlang at the far end.
"Eleven people."
He closed his eyes, carefully sensing every corner of the city, and then opened them with pleasure.
"There are only eleven of you left, but there are thirteen crystals. How do you plan to arrange for people to place them?"
As advanced players, the people present quickly understood Shen Shu's meaning.
The thirteen crystal stones must be placed simultaneously.
They looked down at the circular plaza, which was one kilometer in diameter, with the tower in the very center and the thirteen recesses, each more than two hundred meters apart.
At such a distance, it is extremely difficult for thirteen people to place the crystals simultaneously.
The most important issue is that there aren't enough people right now.
Zhuang Zexian, who arrived last, was in a daze. He glanced at the stone statues on the ground and asked, "What's going on there? Why do some of them look so familiar?"
“Of course, it’s because you abandoned the people you originally had,” Shen Shu pointed at Shi Jinzhe: “It was that one. You originally had enough people, but he didn’t save him.”
"This...!" Zhuang Zexian looked at Shi Jinzhe, "How could you..."
"What happened to him?" Shekh turned his head, forcefully controlling Zhuang Zexian's body, and pushed him down onto the stone statues.
If we can't get past the dungeon, we can just destroy it.
Shi Jinzhe pressed down on her hand, "Don't waste your energy."
Sher's ribbons cannot be removed casually; if you don't need to use this method, then don't.
The guy on the left named Fu Guanzai, and Jiang Yi, didn't panic, which means there's still a way, and Shekh doesn't need to take the lead for him.
The crimson tentacles below quickly wrapped around Zhuang Zexian's body. He dodged to the side, but then a dense swarm of tentacles attacked from behind. Just as he was about to be assimilated, a sword flew down from above and severed the tentacles.
A life-sized card appeared beside Fu Guan, and he reached into the Ace of Swords and pulled out a sword.
"I'll take care of the number of people."
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