I'm a god in the infinite game

The evil Tang Erda leaned against the invisible wall of the [Magic Space] prop, lit another cigarette for himself with the barrel of the gun that hadn't dissipated the residual heat, lowered his head and took a deep breath through his lungs, and suddenly opened his mouth : "You haven't escaped from this world line, is the situation of this world line okay?"

He bit his cigarette holder and paused: "Is Su Chao still alive?"

"Alive." Tang Erda replied, he was silent for a while, "There is no destructive instance landing in the real world, and everything is passable."

The person on the opposite side was silent for a while, then sneered: "After so many repetitions, you finally did it."

"Good job, how did you do it, give me guidance?"

Tang Erda slowly clenched the barrel of the gun hanging by his thigh, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, the person on the opposite side glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Tang Erda holding the silver pistol in his hand. When he turned his head, his eyes suddenly changed.

He raised his head slowly, and his blue eyes showed a questioning and killing intent as if he was torturing a prisoner: "Why did the pattern on the handle of your gun become a pattern of a wandering circus?"

Before Tang Erda could answer, he got up and approached Tang Erda, pulled out the gun stuck on his waist belt and pointed it at Tang Erda without hesitation, the violence in his eyes could hardly be concealed: "You actually put Soul sold to Bai Liu?!"

"He's not Bai Liu, he's not the same as Bai Liu." Tang Erda slowly put down his raised gun, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender to show friendship, "The Bai Liu in this world line is called Bai Liu , the willow of the willow tree, he..."

"Everyone who sells their soul to that guy will justify it like this." The person on the other side showed an incomparably mocking smile, "You should know better than me what it looks like to be bewitched by that guy."

The person on the opposite side spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, his blue eyes hidden in the rising nicotine smoke stared straight at Tang Erda, he pushed down the safety catch: "I will give you the last Opportunity to quibble, you sold your soul to Bai Liu, what is the reason, is there any forced situation?"

Tang Er beat him up.

He tried to find a reasonable state to describe Bai Liu in this world line, and to convince himself on the opposite side that Bai Liu would not do that.

Law-abiding?Will not commit a crime?Law-abiding citizens?

Tang Erda knew all this was not accurate enough, he could feel that Bai Liu's heart was still in a state of being able to cross the line at any time, but for some reason, until now Bai Liu had maintained a relatively harmless look. status.

And he didn't know why, he was convinced that Bai Liu's state would continue forever.

Tang Er took a deep breath and raised his eyes: "I'm not forced, I trust him."

The face of the person opposite completely sank, and he pulled the trigger: "Then you die."

"boom--!!"

Area D.

Mu Ke carefully searched the cemetery floor by floor. Bai Liu sent them a message through the communication device two hours ago, saying that the search should focus on the central area of ​​the single tomb and the unfinished building cemetery.

Mu Ke did not see the solitary tomb, but Mu Ke finally found it after two hours of careful searching in the Tanweilou Cemetery.

He turned over the tombstone, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief after seeing the cemetery passageway below which the construction was obviously not completed and the steel bars protruded from the wall.

Finally he could complete the task and go to Area C to meet Bai Liu and the others. He was very worried about Bai Liu's situation with a blood loss buff on his back.

Mu Ke took out the short pair of knives on his back and put them in his mouth, put his hands on the two entrances of the cemetery, raised his body and dexterously jumped a few times on the steel bars, and approached the central floor below quickly and steadily.

When he saw the huge cemetery room in the center whose architectural style was different from the "incinerator" he had seen before, Mu Ke's eyes paused, and he stepped on the steel bar with his toes and jumped down to the room with his strength. Then turned around and jumped to the upper left corner.

Mu Ke spread his feet, shifted his body weight back and squatted on his knees, and was firmly attached to the wall like a gecko. He quickly pulled away the dagger he was biting in his mouth with both hands, and stretched out three fingers to touch the wall. Standing against the wall, he looked around the room calmly.

The room is about 200 square meters. The interior decoration is luxurious and luxurious, which is no different from that of a living person. It is in stark contrast to the cemetery room with only 3-5 square meters next to it. There is a shrine enshrined on the mahogany tabletop in the center. Inside the shrine is a A black-and-white photo with the cause of death written next to it, "died in a car accident".

Beneath the shrine is a porcelain-white urn.

If Bai Liu's guess is correct, the land certificate should be placed in that urn.

Just as Mu Ke was about to jump down to reach the urn, his body leaned forward, but his movements stopped suddenly. He withdrew his three fingers from the wall and glanced down at his fingertips.

Just a light layer of dust.

This room... has a subtle sense of strangeness, obviously some places are very dusty, but some places are very thin, especially the corner where he is now, the ground where he has been before, and——

Mu Ke's eyes slowly shifted to the mahogany table where the altar was placed—the mahogany table where the ashes were placed.

If the developer monster crawled out of the urn, the whole room would not be so tidy, and there must be obvious lines of dust being dragged off. This kind of dust is only shallow in the path close to the urn. There may be a situation -

——That is, someone approached the urn with the same method as him, and used the dust to cover up his own path of action.

"Did you notice it now?" A cold voice came from the side, someone was dragging something heavy, and the clear footsteps of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor unhurriedly came, "It's really shocking." Disappointing world line, my reaction speed to the environment is so slow."

From the dark shadows on the lower left, a delicate profile of a man slowly emerged.

"If I meet an opponent like me, this reaction speed is enough for me to kill your president thirteen times."

Mu Ke jumped down from the wall, his pupils constricted the moment he saw the face on the opposite side clearly.

Standing opposite is a man who has matured a lot!

This mature version of Mu Ke is dragging the corpse of a developer monster with one hand, dragging a long bloodstain behind him, his shoulder width and height are slightly wider and slightly higher than the current Mu Ke, and he is wearing close-fitting clothes A black suit with a narrow waist, and a light-colored rose in the right suit pocket.

He wears gold-rimmed glasses with chains hanging from his ears. On his left ear is a slightly dangling inverted cross pendant earring. He is well-dressed like some upstart in shopping malls who has just stepped down from a wealthy night banquet.

This mature version of Mu Ke looked up at the opposite Mu Ke without any expression on his face. He let go of the developer monster that had been killed, took out a folded land certificate from his pants pocket, and held it up to signal : "Is this what you came looking for?"

Mu Ke calmly distanced himself from him, this person who looked like him gave him a very dangerous feeling.

It is absolutely impossible for this person to be created by Bai Liu, because although Bai Liu will not inform anyone when he makes a decision, he will definitely inform the team members of the result of this decision.

So now this situation can only be...

Mu Ke's voice was tense: "Are you summoned by Yuan Guang's skills?"

"Things?" Mu Ke on the opposite side finally took a look at the young Mu Ke, "Only my president has the right to evaluate me as a thing."

This Mu Ke raised his jaw slightly, showing a bit of reserved arrogance, and even spoke in a neither fast nor slow tone: "What are you, dare to judge me like that?"

As he spoke, he leaned back and let go, and the land certificate slowly fell to the ground.

Mu Ke stared at the land certificate closely.

On the other hand, Mu Ke's eyes were fixed on the black dagger in Mu Ke's hand, and his face darkened unfriendly: "The president of this world line found you a skill?"

Mu Ke was keenly aware of his emotional ups and downs on the opposite side. He turned his eyes to look at Mu Ke's hand, raised his tail slightly, and asked provocatively: "Yes, why, you didn't?"

Mu Ke on the opposite side finally came out of the shadow treatment completely. Mu Ke noticed that he didn't have any weapons in his hand, and his hands were tightly wrapped with white bandages from the fingers to the wrist where the suit joined. In addition, the neck was also wrapped several times with bandages.

He walked towards Mu Ke step by step, his eyes were dim, and while raising his hands, he slowly and solemnly unwrapped the bandages on his hands starting from the fingertips, while explaining softly:

"The president will not waste any time and energy on an unskilled player, nor will he cultivate such a person, because there is no value."

"Things without value are not worthy of survival." Mu Ke on the opposite side said softly, his delicate face had a gray tone of gloom in the dimly lit room, "It's like heart disease can't appear in long-term social relationships. Here is a truth, this is the axiom of the world, as Mu Ke, you should at least understand this, right?"

Mu Ke breathed two beats faster, but quickly calmed down. He was retreating vigilantly as Mu Ke approached him.

"In order to be more valuable to the president, stand on the same league field as the president, and win for him as his team." The position of the elbow, "I trained desperately and worked hard. I killed many players and wanted to take their skills. Unfortunately, they were either unwilling to give it to me, or their skills were not what the president wanted."

"So in the end, I became the only unskilled player in the Wandering Circus team." Mu Ke's bandages were finally dragged to the ground, and he slowly arranged the bandages and placed them on the mahogany tabletop beside him.

All the areas of Mu Ke hidden under the bandages were exposed, and he looked up at Mu Ke quietly: "Do you know how I became?"

Mu Ke looked at those exposed areas, no matter how calm he was, his brows were tightly frowned.

From the fingers to the wrists and then to the neck, there are all kinds of scars, blue and purple intertwined, knife scars and gun marks, densely packed, shocking, seeing these things appear on [my] body is really not very pleasant experience.

"All you need is perfect fighting skills, precise observation of the environment, and prediction of the enemy's behavior. I am the president's alternative main attacker." A cold killing intent, "Every time I end a battle, the scars on my body are bandaged by the president himself, which means that I have created value for him on the field."

"The more scars I have on my body, the more valuable I am to the president."

"And you—"

Mu Ke on the opposite side raised his hands, and his feet in leather shoes spun on the ground to exert force.

Almost in an instant, this mature Mu Ke appeared in front of Mu Ke's eyes, raised his hand and snatched the dagger from Mu Ke's hand, and slashed towards Mu Ke's neck fiercely.

Mu Ke instantly leaned back to dodge, and at the same time flipped his palm extremely quickly to recall the weapon.

[System prompt: Player Mu Ke recalled his skill weapon. 】

The dagger in the mature Muke's hand was looming and almost disappeared, but in the few milliseconds before it disappeared, the speed of this person's limbs was almost so fast that it surpassed the logical judgment of the system.

At the moment when Mu Ke recalled the skill weapon, this Mu Ke held the dagger and drew a huge bloodstain on Mu Ke's neck with his backhand.

Blood spattered out and splattered on the surface of Muke's gold-rimmed glasses.

He lowered his eyes and said in an unprecedented tone of disgust: "Your mediocrity and incompetence have failed the president's preference for you."

"I will personally use the dagger he gave to kill you."