Along the way, Fang Shan would occasionally steal a glance at Wei Sushen. The host had actually completed the evolution without realizing it.
He thought that Wei Sushen could only cooperate with him perfectly, but he actually learned to draw inferences from one example.
The group was flooded with a string of question marks. The last sentence contained too much information and it was difficult to interpret.
What does it mean to be in cahoots with the group owner?
Humans are born conspirators; just a few words are enough for them to imagine countless possibilities.
When they arrived at the library one after another, the people on the ground had already been dead for a long time.
"Could it be a message that he was forced to send before his death?" a student asked.
"Very likely."
Many people agreed with it, but they had their own ideas in their hearts... What if it was true?
The group's analysis of the top ten weaknesses was very detailed. Several of the deceased were wearing raincoats, and it was obvious that they came prepared.
The hunting ground game had only been going on for over twenty minutes when so many people surrounded two people and ended up being wiped out in a short period of time. It was really frightening to think about it.
The alliance, which is maintained solely by interests, is now beginning to fall apart.
All this was within Fang Shan's Wei Sushen's expectations.
Most people gathered in the library area, so the two of them didn't have to be timid when taking action.
"Do you know what the most interesting part is?" Fang Shan joked with Wei Sushen as they walked. "They won't suspect the information in the group is fake. They'll just think the group owner is deliberately hiding our other abilities."
After all, so far, the superpowers published in the top ten rankings are all real.
Of course, there are two exceptions compiled by Fang Shan and Wei Sushen.
Wei Sushen was more concerned about the existence of the other host and system mentioned not long ago. He never believed in coincidences in the world.
The tacit understanding between the two sides grew day by day. Fang Shan accidentally glanced at his expression and immediately read Wei Sushen's thoughts: "Does the host think that all this might be chaos created by other systems?"
Wei Sushen nodded.
"Well..." Fang Shan paused, lowered his head, and thought for a moment. He then thrust a bead into his hand, roughly half the size of his palm. "Split into two groups. I'll try to find any clues, and you spread some false information on campus to confuse everyone."
"good."
Fang Shan: "Don't use this bead unless absolutely necessary. If it breaks, it will cause widespread casualties."
The energy wave is too large, and if he runs slowly, even Wei Sushen himself will be injured.
Wei Sushen said he knew what was going on, but he was thinking about another thing. This bead had such great killing power, it must be worth a lot of money, and the system was willing to give it to him for self-defense.
After thinking it over, I felt uneasy and confirmed it very carefully: "Is it really for me?"
Fang Shan nodded: "What's the problem?"
Wei Sushen was slightly overwhelmed by this gesture of goodwill: "I suddenly feel uneasy inside."
Fang Shan patted his shoulder enthusiastically, acting like a good brother: "The host is a potential stock, worthy of my investment."
The heavy expectation weighed on Wei Sushen's shoulders: "What do you want in return?"
Fang Shan: "Your heart."
Wei Sushen raised the corners of his mouth, and his smile was a little scary: "Really?"
Fang Shan's throat moved: "We can settle for the next best thing, just pay with our bodies."
The radio suddenly began to broadcast the remaining half hour's reminder, interrupting the conversation between the two.
Fang Shan had to turn his attention back to the main business and act separately from Wei Sushen.
In his opinion, the biggest problem still lies with the meteorite.
While the aliens' claims were fantastical, they were certainly unrealistic. Wei Sushen's theory, on the other hand, was plausible: the energy within the meteorite had caused the mutation. However, he had tried several times before, but had failed to extract any power from it.
Even if the energy dissipated with the fall, it shouldn't dissipate so completely.
Fang Shan's eyes rolled and he thought of another possibility: Maybe someone had found the meteorite before them and absorbed all the energy.
The human body cannot contain such tremendous power at once, so what about the system?
He suddenly felt a little regretful about writing about the wine tasting skill. If he had written about good eyesight, he wondered if he would have the ability of clairvoyance.
The thought flashed through his mind for a moment, and Fang Shan found a large tree to climb, observing his surroundings as he fell into deep thought. It was certain that someone had overheard his conversation with Wei Sushen in the broadcasting room, and that the other person possessed powerful spatial abilities.
How to deal with spatial abilities?
All I can think of for now is time and gravity.
The time difficulty coefficient is too high. Even if this plane evolves into a world of cultivation, it will take at least 1,800 years for someone with the power of time to appear.
So gravity...
Fang Shan looked through the top ten rankings and didn't see any similar abilities, so he had to settle for the next best thing and focus on people with fire and psychic abilities.
Thinking of this, he sent a message to Wei Sushen: Unity is strength, try to find a few helpers.
Putting the phone back into his pocket, Fang Shan jumped down directly from the tree. His figure almost blended into the darkness and walked towards the broadcasting room again.
Five minutes later, Fang Shan stood outside the broadcasting room, with only one hand stretched in, on which were two stone-like objects.
"Is anyone there?" he whispered softly, "Come, there's something more delicious here than meteorites."
As he spoke, he imitated the sounds of teasing a dog, and uttered all kinds of lifelike interjections.
I've been talking so much that no one is paying attention to me.
Fang Shan threw the stone into the trash can in the corridor, shaking his head and muttering, "How patient of you."
No one came out to beat him.
In the blink of an eye, his expression changed. Without any warning, he suddenly turned back and flung the door open. Before he even poked his head in, he said, "You didn't expect me to be back again, did you?"
I stretched my neck and looked around, but the broadcasting room was still empty.
Fang Shan walked over to the recording equipment, holding the microphone and seemingly muttering to himself, "It was at a 45-degree angle before, but now it's at 30 degrees." His words revealed a confident air: "Don't hide. I know where you are. Count to ten. If you hide again, I'll pull you out myself."
Clearing his throat: "One, two... nine, nine point nine, nine point nine nine..."
After counting countless nines until he felt sleepy, Fang Shan stretched and said, "You win."
He tugged at his wrinkled clothes, stood up and left the broadcasting room.
Less than 10 seconds later, he returned again. This time, he stopped counting down and started chatting.
"Why would you want to make everyone kill each other for no reason? I guess you've been lacking love since childhood..."
Fang Shan began to search the fairy tales in his memory, from Grimm's Fairy Tales to Andersen's, but he changed the names of all the princes in them to his own.
After 10 minutes of pretending, Fang Shan suddenly thought of Wei Sushen and felt a surge of worry. The host was quiet and reserved, not very good at interacting with others. Would it be a bit unreasonable to ask him to unite others?
With this concern, I started to lose focus when telling the story.
The balance in his heart began to slowly shift towards Wei Sushen. Fang Shan finally decided to move his buttocks off the stool and decided to go look for Wei Sushen.
And at this time, the story was just about to end.
About a minute after he left, as if certain that he would not come back, a gnashing voice rang out from the empty broadcasting room.
"Bitch!"
…
Fang Shan, who had returned to the campus and was wandering around, seemed to sense something. His ears felt hot. He rubbed the tips of his ears and said narcissistically, "Who is thinking about me so late at night?"
While muttering to herself, she did not forget to lower her head and send a message to Wei Sushen: Where are you?
It took half a minute to get a reply: Teaching building.
After going around in circles, he returned to the original place. Fang Shan didn't understand why he chose that place. From the perspective of geographical location and range of activities, the teaching building was definitely not a good choice.
He took cover along the way, using trees and corners as cover, and made an S-shaped path to reach his destination. From a distance, he saw Wei Sushen standing at the entrance of the teaching building, seemingly completely unafraid of being attacked.
Fang Shan walked over quickly, exclaimed, and raised his eyebrows, "So arrogant!"
Wei Sushen asked directly, "Did you find anything?"
Fang Shan shook his head and added, "But I humiliated him."
He couldn't wait to tell the story of what had just happened in the radio studio, as if he was taking credit for it.
Wei Sushen looked at him with complicated eyes after hearing this: "You have a lot of ideas."
Fang Shan: "Don't praise me so much, what if I get too proud?"
He feels that he still has a lot of room for improvement.
As he spoke, he had already walked into the teaching building: "How is the clique formation going?"
"good."
Wei Sushen led them into a classroom. When he opened the door, he saw that the classroom was full, with a few people huddled in the corner.
Fang Shan rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
Wei Sushen winked, signaling him to find a place to sit down first. He then walked up to the podium and said in a deep voice, "Since you have chosen to cooperate, I hope you will not have any concerns."
Just as he finished speaking, two more people came in. They stood at the door hesitantly for a while, then walked in: "We came here because we received a private message."
Wei Sushen nodded slightly: "Welcome."
The person who came in later still had doubts: "Someone in the group said that you and the group owner are in cahoots."
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Although I have already said it just now, I don't mind repeating it. First of all, the group owner and I did work together before, but later I realized that the group owner was connected to the mastermind behind the scenes, and was even the instigator."
He spoke slowly and clearly, "I'm sure someone has already discovered that these ghosts floating around campus increase their strength by consuming living beings. The Game Makers are powerful, but not invincible. If we want to capture them all, the best way is to divide and consume them, or even let you kill each other."
No flaws, very logical!
Fang Shan was almost convinced by what he said in the audience.
"How can eggs remain intact when the nest is overturned?" Wei Sushen's sharp gaze swept across every face in the audience. "If I continue to cooperate with him, I'll be courting disaster. The same goes for you."
Fang Shan glanced around and saw many people nodding their heads unconsciously. He couldn't help but sigh that his last orator mission was not in vain.
From a cold and taciturn president, he turned into a pyramid scheme leader in an instant!
When everyone nodded, he was the only one who shook his head, thinking that everyone else was drunk but he was sober.
Wei Sushen was still giving a speech. Fang Shan made earplugs out of paper. He felt that he could not listen any longer, otherwise he would be brainwashed sooner or later.
The author has something to say: Fang Shan: The unsolved mystery of the year... My host, unbeknownst to me, underwent a startling transformation. What on earth did he go through?!
Wei Sushen: I experienced you.
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