Thriller game: I made the weird change a new leaf

"Baga!"

A scolding, followed immediately by a slap.

Ze Yue was beaten and fell to the ground, his face already swollen.

"You actually made Master Divine Weapon suffer, why wasn't you the one who died?!"

In front of Ze Yue, the middle-aged man with a mustache on his lips had eyes wide open.

"Father."

Ze Yue covered his face, "It's not that I left the artifact master and survived, but that person was going for the artifact master from the beginning."

"If I hadn't run fast, I would have been killed by him, and I wouldn't know who the murderer was."

"That bastard is a lunatic who specializes in dealing with artifact users. If he is allowed to roam free, the entire world will suffer."

"It's not a big deal if I die, but we can't let the murderer roam free!"

Ze Yue burst into tears as he spoke, almost writing a miserable word on the ground.

"Are you sure you've never seen him?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Really, it's the first time I've seen him." Ze Yue said, "He also had a rope. Even Master Artifact was torn into several pieces by the rope and was severely injured."

"Can the rope destroy the artifact?" The middle-aged man murmured to himself, and then took a serious look at Ze Yue on the ground.

"I will tell the Artifact User Association about this. As for you, just kneel here and don't get up without my permission."

"Yes, Father." Ze Yue knelt directly on the ground and bowed deeply.

"Humph." The middle-aged man left.

"Pooh--"

Zeyue spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and laughed out loud when he looked at the direct reflection reflected on the smooth ground.

Lin Li, will you die this time?

Counting the time, within ten minutes, the middle-aged man came back again, but it was different from the arrogance he had when he went out. When he came back, he bowed and led the way.

The person he led the way was a short, fat man, followed by two gloomy men and women.

The short, fat man looked at Ze Yue and said, "This is your son."

"Yes, Naoya-sama, I have already punished him severely." The middle-aged man nodded and bowed.

"Okay, it's none of your business, I have my own arrangements." The short, fat man waved his hand and said impatiently.

"Hi!" The middle-aged man bowed deeply and quickly stepped aside.

The short and fat man came to Zeyue and said calmly: "I am Naoya, one of the thirteen executive officers of the Artifact User Association. You should know me."

"Yes!" Ze Yue nodded quickly.

The Thirteen Executives are thirteen powerful artifact users. They have the power to crush ordinary artifact users, and even approach weaker gods.

"Very well, tell me everything you know." Naoya said calmly.

"Yes!" In front of the executive officer, Ze Yue did not dare to hide anything and quickly told everything he had experienced on the rooftop.

Naoya listened to Zeyue's narration, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became.

"Are you sure that the rope can break all the artifact masks?"

"Very sure!"

"And your artifact told you that you didn't sense the breath of the mark on the other party. The other party is not a artifact?"

"Yes."

"Yes." Naoya nodded, feeling slightly moved in his heart.

According to Sawue, Naoya was sure of one thing.

That rope is the real artifact!

The original saying of artifacts was that the power was given by gods. Because humans could not bear it, they were sealed in objects.

But every time you use it, you have to offer a sacrifice respectfully. No matter what kind of magic weapon it is, it is almost the same as an uncle.

Zawa Yue's description, Naoya is absolutely certain that the rope is the real artifact.

Having great power, requiring no sacrifices, and being able to be used by others is what counts as a magical weapon, not a master.

Naoya's heart was burning.

If he could get the real artifact of the rope, he might be able to sit on the most powerful throne.

"The artifact must be mine!"

Naoya glanced at the man and woman, and they nodded at the same time.

next moment.

puff.

Zeyue and the middle-aged man spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, which was also mixed with fine needles and organ fragments.

Large swaths of needles poured out of their mouths and returned to the hands of a man and a woman behind Naoya.

Artifact·Thousand Needles.

"Why, why..."

The middle-aged man had died of anger, but Ze Yue was still breathing because he was once a divine weapon user.

He looked at the short and fat man in disbelief, wondering why he wanted to kill him.

"There's no reason, you know too much, that's all."

Naoya smiled, raised his foot, and stepped hard on Zeyue's head.

boom.

It was like a watermelon bursting, with red and white radioactive splashes on the ground.

Zhiya took back his foot without sadness or joy.

He would not allow anyone to leak the information about the real artifact.

But he didn't trust Zeyue and his son.

So I had to turn them into people they could trust.

The dead man who keeps secrets best.

Asawa No. Middle School, rooftop.

Lin Li has been waiting here for a while.

"Senior, will they really come?"

Misato Nakajima asked.

I always feel like this behavior of waiting for trouble in one place is very strange.

Since it happened on the rooftop, shouldn't we think they have run away?

So I won’t come to the rooftop again.

"Don't worry, it will come."

Lin Li looked at the scenery of Asazawa No. Middle School.

"But what if we run away? They can't find us even if they come here." Misato Nakajima wondered.

"Even if we can't find anyone for the time being, we still have to come to the crime scene to take a look at the situation and try to collect clues."

Lin Li said with a smile.

"Hey, is that so?" Misato Nakajima tilted her head.

"Of course it is."

Lin Li was not fooling Misato Nakajima.

With the reminder, it is not easy for him to see "the inner thoughts of Zeyue's supporter".

This is Naoya's true inner thoughts.

He wanted to go to the scene first to see the traces of the battle and judge the true strength of the rope artifact.

Finally, arrangements were made to arrest Lin Li.

Unfortunately, he didn't expect that Lin Li didn't leave at all.

Naoya and a man and a woman entered the rooftop from the stairs. When they saw someone on the rooftop, they were obviously stunned.

Are you a student of the school?

This thought crossed Naoya's mind first. After all, he didn't think the murderer who killed the artifact had the guts to stay at the scene.

However, Lin Li's words directly dispelled his speculation.

"My name is Lin Li, and the cute girl next to me is named Misato Nakajima."

"You probably came here to find me."

"Ha." Seeing Lin Li being so arrogant, Zhi Ye smiled.

"I knew you didn't run away? How dare you stay at the scene of the crime? Do you know what you directly committed?"

"Of course, if you hand over your artifact to me, I can consider it at my discretion and give you some leeway."

Lin Li looked at the three people in front of him. The short, fat man's magical weapon had an evil intention of . One man and one woman both had . They were a well-deserved elite lineup.

Lin Li blinked and asked, "Is it really true that everyone is open to the public?"

"Of course it's true." Naoya opened his mouth, but in his mind he was thinking about cutting Lin Li and Nakajima Misato into pieces after getting the magic rope.

"Then I..." Lin Li took out the ghost rope and waved it in the air, as if he was planning to throw it away.

But after swinging around for a while, the ghost rope returned to its original position. "I don't need to be generous."

Naoya was concentrating on waiting for Lin Li to throw the rope over, but Lin Li took the ghost rope back again and teased him.

Nameless anger welled up from the bottom of his heart, and Naoya stared at Lin Li: "Young man gets a treasure and thinks he is the god of the new world. I have seen many young people like you. Do you know what their fate will be?"

Naoya scratched his neck with his hand: "They all died miserably and were tortured."

"If you obey honestly, I can still give you a good time, otherwise..."

Naoya slapped his belly with his hand, and a large amount of oil oozed from the surface of his body, gathering into a ball of oil in his hand.

"Did you know that drowning is the most painful way to die?"

"I don't know, can you teach me something?"

"Damn boy!"

Naoya couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily: "Kill him!"