Horror game, I became the group's favorite after my mind was read

Huo Fan's fingertips trembled slightly, and he withdrew the 10 billion Chinese Yuan transfer that he was about to initiate.

The other party is an evil god, why would he care about such a small amount of money? If he really transferred the money, I'm afraid he would really anger this person...

"Okay." Huo Fan replied, "If we can really comprehend these materials in the future, my soul will be at your disposal."

Rong Lele breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the other party agree first.

Of course, she wouldn't be so unrealistic as to write off the money in one go for 5000 Thriller Coins, or 50 Chinese Yuan. Otherwise, the other party might arrest her directly for extortion.

The information she provided was probably only worth a few thousand Chinese yuan, Rong Lele thought, which was equivalent to a training consultant fee and was only the interest on the money she owed.

She just asked Huo Fan if she could transfer the 5000 Horror Coins later, hoping to earn more by entering the next copy and then avoid paying interest.

I have to settle the gaming company's accounts first.

As an ordinary worker, Rong Lele is not used to owing money.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that in a flash, she had missed a huge sum of money that would allow her to never have to work again for several lifetimes...

When Rong Lele heard the second half of the sentence - "the soul is at her disposal", she felt that the pizza in her hand was too hot and almost threw it away.

Help! Huo Fan's mental state is in danger.

[...No need. You should study it carefully, especially the second book...Spiritual Pollution...]

The echo came to Huo Fan's mind again, and then the mark on the table disappeared completely.

The marble tabletop returned to its cold stone texture, as if everything before was an illusion, except for the two extra books on the tabletop.

"This is sent by the omniscient god to confuse us!" Su Qing ignited a golden flame in his hand and was about to burn them.

But Huo Fan stopped him: "No, it's not the omniscient god, it's another one."

Facing Su Qing's doubtful look, Huo Fan said,

"You said that none of the players who entered the dungeon died this time? I don't think this evil god has any bloodthirsty malice towards humans..."

Huo Fan touched his ears in a daze, but they were empty.

The voice in my heart just now seemed to be just an illusion coming from the depths of my mind.

But Huo Fan knew that he had made a promise, and from this moment on, he had embarked on a path that was completely different from his former self.

But what does it matter? If he can save more people from mental pollution, he remembered the pool of blood he saw that day. The despair came over him again, and his ears seemed to be filled with shrill roars...

[Especially the second one... Mental Pollution...]

He repeated the evil god's warning in his mind.

The sounds that were making him feel depressed and tense seemed to disappear.

Sure enough, the evil god's reminder was not in vain. He had already seen that he had begun to dream about that person's tragic death frequently during this period...

*

Rong Lele rested at home for the next two days.

Manager Black and White gave her a short vacation.

She successfully recovered the hot pot restaurant copy, and then eliminated Wei Xinyi and recovered the strange objects he had secretly taken out. Rong Lele's workload in the past two days was worth a holiday reward.

In her free time, Rong Lele went to see Gu Shan. When talking about her ex-boyfriend, Gu Shan's eyes were filled with tears:

"Who would have thought that he would leave so suddenly and leave me a million in insurance money..."

Rong Lele raised her hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Sister Gu Shan's mouth.

Sister, don't cry, or you'll start laughing...

Wei Xinyi and Gu Shan had known each other for about three months and soon fell in love. A month ago, he suddenly said he wanted to buy life insurance for them.

Coincidentally, both of their parents passed away early. Although they were just lovers at the time, they were each other's only support in the world.

So Gu Shan was moved and agreed. The two of them listed each other as the beneficiary.

"In the end, he died of a sudden heart attack. Lele, do you think he knew that I had a family history of this disease, so he asked me to buy insurance so that I would have material comfort if something happened to me. He is really so nice..."

"......" Rong Lele thought that Wei Xinyi might want to do something bad to her, so he took the initiative to buy insurance. But she still smiled and nodded in agreement.

She was just thinking about how to comfort him when she saw Gu Shan suddenly sit up:

"Ah, Doctor Zhang is coming to check on the patients. Lele, quickly put away the roast chicken."

Gu Shan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, climbed up, quickly took out the air cushion cream and applied it, looked in the mirror, and adjusted his hairstyle and the collar of his hospital gown.

Well, Doctor Zhang who pushed the door open was tall and fair-skinned. Rong Lele looked at the gentle smile Sister Gu Shan gave the doctor and thought that there was probably no need to comfort her because Gu Shan had already walked out.

If everyone was as optimistic and open-minded as Sister Gu Shan, there would probably be fewer patients with mental disorders.

Because Gu Shan is a blogger and knows a lot of people in the news and self-media industry, Rong Lele told her about Huaqiang's situation.

Gu Shan was indignant and said that she would definitely share this story with her friends who are practical bloggers, so that those friends could speak up for Huaqiang.

Rong Lele breathed a sigh of relief. She came here today actually to find Huaqiang's son through Gu Shan's self-media channels.

Calling the police would definitely be inefficient. Ordinary police officers don't like to deal with this matter. There are so many people missing outside the walls, and if they really want to look for them all, there simply isn't enough police force.

But if she handed it over to the Special Intelligence Bureau, she didn't want to reveal that she knew too much about Huaqiang's affairs.

But Gu Shan is different. She is not a player, and she has been to that store before, so it makes sense that she knows some of the circumstances.

If any enthusiastic netizen reads the report and provides clues about Huaqiang's son, Rong Lele will then observe the movements of the Special Intelligence Bureau. Catching both ends at the same time should be the fastest way to find the person.

Speaking of which, ever since she gave the two pieces of information to Huo Fan, the number of bright spots that the silk thread could connect to when she used the divine seal increased by four or five.

They are all agents from the Special Intelligence Agency and members of the Fourth Team led by Huo Fan.

When other members of the Special Intelligence Agency did not dare to refer to such information of unknown origin, they started practicing under the leadership of their captain and achieved some results, which gave them some confidence.

Could it be confidence? Confidence is the prerequisite for the bright spot to light up? Rong Lele herself felt that this guess was outrageous and almost reached the edge of metaphysics.

No, she is a staunch Marxist, she believes that the physical laws of the world and the hands of the working people can create everything, Rong Lele said to herself.

Blue Star just has a special technology tree. That’s not a big deal. Don’t get the wrong idea.

"God, I have to enter the dungeon again, and my wife is pregnant. Can you bless me and let me return safely?

I know I can’t just pray casually, but I believe you are different from the other gods. You didn’t even take the captain’s powerful soul…”

Rong Lele felt the pull of the divine seal, and the line in the center of the copper coin mark in her mind was trembling slightly.

Looking over, she was almost choked to death by the scene:

Huo Fan's deputy, a muscular veteran with tattooed arms, is now kneeling devoutly in a small secret meditation room specially designed by the Special Intelligence Bureau.

And what was he doing? He was praying to the "evil god" in his mind.

Don't say that she wasn't an evil god in the first place.

Moreover, the agent believes in evil gods, which is something the CIA will never allow to happen. This is already enough to constitute betrayal.

This person was also kowtowing repeatedly to a hand-drawn copper coin symbol and a photo of Rong Lele herself in front of him.

“I don’t know who you are, so I printed out your divine seal and the photo of your spokesperson…” the man with the big flowery arms muttered.

Rong Lele felt numb all over. She looked at the candid photo of herself that showed a gloomy and meaningless expression, and the person who kept kowtowing in front of the photo.

She felt that the merits she had accumulated in two lifetimes were almost running out, and she cut the connection in a trance.

We gave them the information in the hope that their mental condition would be more stable, but it seems to have become even worse?