"Wenhua." Dan Cong did not hesitate this time, and asked back, "What about you?"

"Management." Doug glanced at him, not caring about his little tricks to reverse the master-servant relationship between the two, and said his key words. The premise of cooperation is sincerity, and only sincerity can win the other party's sincerity.

"Impossible, how could a manager destroy my handwriting? How could he steal someone else's skills?" Shan Cong frowned, "Wang Chong, the premise of cooperation is honesty. It's meaningless if you play like this."

"Old Dan, you probably forgot that there is also cooperation between master and servant." Doug smiled, "Also, I feel that your understanding of business is biased. Higher-level business and trade means the destruction of the original order and will impact the stability of the original society. It can even destroy the stable social order and destroy the stable structure of your characters. It's normal."

"What are your skills?" Shan Cong asked.

"To be fair, you speak one and I speak one," Doug said, "You are weak, so you speak first."

"My writing is brilliant." Shan Cong said, "Everyone thinks that the articles and poems I write are excellent."

"Illegal business." Doug glanced at him and said, "My illegal business operations will undermine the stability of social order."

"..." Shan Cong frowned and said, "Are you being honest?"

"I believed you, but you didn't believe me?" Doug laughed. "Old Dan, you probably don't know that I issued stocks in this world. I issued and supervised them myself, and I have already destroyed the original social order."

He glanced at Shan Cong and took the initiative to say, "My second skill is forced buying and selling. Anything that I like can be traded forcefully. I snatch your arms and remove your internal organs. In fact, this is the effect of my second skill."

"You didn't even make a deal, you just took your arm off!" Shan Cong said.

"Have you heard of zero-dollar shopping?" Doug inspected his body and said proudly, "I usually don't need the other party's consent when I buy things."

"..." Shan Cong suddenly fell silent for a long while before he said, "My second skill is to decide the fate of a world with one word. The words I write have a certain chance of triggering special effects."

The first skill is responsible for increasing fame and attributes; the second skill is responsible for attack and defense; the two skills can be considered a dream linkage.

Especially the second skill, it's just too awesome.

Doug looked at Shan Cong and asked, "Can others use the words you wrote?"

Dan Cong shook his head: "Only I can use it. You asked someone to take away those solidified bricks because the effect of the words is still there. It is still me who gave those bricks the attributes."

"That means I can't use your so-called controls and bans." Doug asked.

"Wang Chong, there's no need for me to lie to you." Shan Cong laughed, "After all, this is easy to verify, isn't it?"

"That's true." Du Ge waved his hand and took Shan Cong's right hand. He took it from him neatly, and then stretched out his hand to grab the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him. He smiled and said to Shan Cong, "Come on, write a few words and see."

Dan Cong moved his right hand and asked tentatively: "Where's the other hand?"

"Can't you just use your right hand to write? It's so troublesome." Doug muttered and put his left hand back on.

One day after his limbs were separated from his body, Dan Cong became a complete person again. He moved his healthy limbs and inexplicably felt a sense of gratitude towards Doug, as well as a sense of luck. He thought that Doug really wanted to cooperate!

"Old Dan, I have shown my sincerity. It's your turn next." Doug smiled gently and pointed at the paper and pen. A stream of spiritual energy rolled up the ink stick and helped Dan grind the ink.

"Can I wear something?"

Dan looked down at his naked body and asked tentatively.

After his limbs were cut off, he didn't feel anything while lying down, but after recovering, he always felt a little uncomfortable being in the same room with a grown man like Doug.

"Old Dan, you're going too far! How can you be so unreasonable?" Doug frowned and said, "Medical Immortal Valley is full of men, what's the point of wearing clothes? Even if there are women, wearing clothes is a burden. Writing, without distractions and without restraints, can make your heart calm faster."

Shan Cong knew that he had not been completely trusted by Doug yet, so he sighed, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and asked, "What do you want to write?"

Doug thought without hesitation: "Strong, sensitive, water, fire, sharp, sharp...all the words that can enhance a person's physique or enchant a weapon."

He put his hand on Shan Cong's neck and said, "Old Shan, I helped you reconnect your limbs, which shows my sincerity. But you haven't gained my trust yet. If I see that your strokes are wrong, and you write words like 'seal', 'ban', 'trapped' or other words that may hurt me, you will sell me your head."

A doctor's benevolence can only increase others' kindness towards him, but will not change others' thoughts.

In theory, people who are friendly to you will not harm you, but Doug is a cautious person and he will never put his life in the hands of others.

It is better to be safe than sorry.

Dan Cong sighed helplessly, picked up the pen and wrote the word "Jian" on the paper.

Then, he frowned, threw the paper aside, replaced it with a new piece of paper, and continued to write the word "Jian". As he wrote, he explained: "Words with special effects will emit golden light when they are written. The chance of success is very low. The paper you prepared is actually not enough. One word determines everything. It will only be effective when there is only one word on each piece of paper."

Hearing this.

Doug waved his hand and released several spiritual powers, cutting the paper in front of him into four pieces, motioning him to continue.

Then, he called in the disciple who was serving him outside the cave and asked him to fetch all the papers from the Medical Immortal Sect.

Doug's hand was on his neck. Dan never dared to act recklessly and wrote the word "Jian" honestly. After he had written more than three hundred useless words, there was only one word "Jian" that burst out with dazzling golden light on the paper and then quickly disappeared.

Shan Cong picked up the character "坚" and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally it's done. The chance of writing a character with special effects is very low. Before, I wrote more than a thousand characters for the character '坚' before I finished one.

The more powerful the 'word', the lower the probability.

It took me three full days and three nights to write the character "dragon" successfully. If it weren't for writing "dragon", I could have written many other powerful characters, and I wouldn't have been left with only a few characters at hand when you came to kill me.

I thought the word "dragon" was a life-saving trump card, but you broke it with ease. You don't know how desperate I was at that time..."

"Have you ever considered writing 'God' or 'Immortal'?" Doug took the word "Jian" from him and tentatively threw it onto the table in front of him. As a result, the paper fell lightly on the table without any effect.

"It took me three days and three nights to write a 'dragon'. It may take me several years to write a 'fairy'!" Shan Cong smiled bitterly, "If I ranked lower, I might have spent several years to write a 'fairy' and win the game in one fell swoop.

But for the top ten, I don't dare to take such a big risk to attack a word. And I don't know what effect the "Xian" written will have? If I make a rubbish Xian, maybe months or years of hard work will be in vain. Just like the dragon you killed casually..."

Doug picked up the "Jian" character again and asked, "Can it be used on people?"

"I have experimented with a dog." Shan Cong said, "Then, I killed the dog easily. It didn't become very hard, but when I killed it, it kept barking at me until it died without blinking. I think, if applied to living creatures, it should have the effect of making them tough or strong..."

"Where are the clothes?" Doug asked.

"Yes." Shan Cong understood what Doug meant and explained patiently, "But the clothes will become extremely hard and restrict people's movements, just like armor. After all, people can't wrap themselves up completely with clothes, they still need to move. It's better to enchant the clothes with the word 'hard' than the word 'shield'. But I can only use the 'shield', not you."

Doug handed over his flying sword.

Shan Cong took the word "Jian" from Duger's hand and casually slapped it on the sword. A small ink-colored word "Jian" appeared on the sword.

Douger manipulated his spiritual power to make two flying swords made of similar materials chop each other.

With a crisp sound, the flying sword with the word "Jian" engraved on it was unharmed, while a gap appeared on the blade of the other flying sword.

One word determines everything.

It really is a matter of one word. If you use this skill of luck and probability well, even if you are ranked at the bottom, you can still turn the tables at the last moment, just like Feng Jiu's Taotie...

Fortunately, I caught him early! The guy who is qualified to go to the alien battlefield is indeed different from the simple students in the simulation field.

A single person is already like this.

What about others? Doug felt a strong sense of crisis and asked, "Old Dan, can Min be used by others?"

Dan Cong was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

"Next, write the word 'Min'." Doug smiled, his palm isolating the spiritual power, and he patted Shan Cong's shoulder with his hand, "Old Shan, if we two cooperate, I guarantee you will come in second. Get rid of all the guys who don't want to cooperate with us. Let the people in the universe see that cooperation is still possible on an alien battlefield."

Dan picked up the pen again and wrote silently, thinking about how to escape. Doug helped him reconnect his limbs and wanted to use his skills. Maybe he wouldn't harm him, but that didn't mean he was willing to be trapped here.

Destiny is still in your own hands...

I'm going on a long trip to attend a three-day author training at Qidian. I won't update in the next few days, but I'll write at night to keep the pace of two updates a day, ＾＿＾! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)