When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

Yitu admits that the move of exchanging identity cards with Huasan is more or less a gamble.

In the joint match in the spring, the Night King had already suffered a painful loss from the God Rank.

Jin Zirui will never allow the same threat and mistake to happen a second time.

Therefore, Yitu's pain card unilaterally targets the Night King, and it is impossible to have the effect of winning with one move.

But this does not mean that Pain has lost its absolute advantage in killing Jin Zirui.

It was still a reminder, a guillotine hanging over the heads of Jin Zirui and Shi Ning.

The key to determining whether the guillotine falls or not is the life and death of the holder Yitu.

The Night King knows the unique nature of the pain card, and the higher the level of pain the owner perceives, the stronger the mental impact on the enemy.

However, what he didn't know was that the pain after being promoted to become a god-level card added an additional shotgun attribute.

As long as the holder dies, the pain will immediately trigger the shotgun attribute, taking away the target person in a life-changing way.

This state cannot be lifted, and the shotgun attribute ignores any level of props and weapon protection.

Yitu knows that he has a chance of winning, as long as he adds the shotgun attribute of the pain card, at least he won't lose too badly.

Night King and Shi Ning, he took at least one.

Based on the understanding of Jin Zirui's extraordinarily vicious and extreme character, the person who died first was most likely a flower umbrella.

And he will be left alone by the Night King, suffering any imaginable or unimaginable torture.

Until Jin Zirui got tired of playing and granted his death, he would die in tears of gratitude.

Although the shotgun took away the Night King in the end, this was not what Yitu wanted.

He wants to be the final winner, wants to go back alive, and wants both of them to go back alive.

Yitu's ambition is not small, even if he hides it very deeply.

So, he made a decision that Huasan never expected, to exchange each other's ID cards.

After the flower umbrella becomes a demon god, not only will there be magic hands on its back, but a fleshy demon mask will cover its face, and its body will also be covered with scales, completely demonized.

Such scales are like a layer of extremely strong armor, and it is difficult for most weapons to really hurt him.

Even the fangs of the Night Fiend have to spend a lot of effort to pierce through this layer of scales.

Of course Shi Ning would not do this, she has long been used to taking shortcuts.

It may not be a pleasure to pierce the player's identity card, listen to the wailing of the dying, and watch the thin paper melt and corrode under the tip of the knife.

No one has ever been able to leave the identity card and live alone. Compared with the extreme torture of the Night King, she prefers to kill without leaving the root.

Yitu guessed that Shi Ning would do this, but he was not completely sure.

So he exchanged cards with Huasan, just for the one-in-a-thousand chance it would happen, and he was fully prepared.

He thought too much, and most of the possibilities that would happen were quickly skipped in his mind.

Whether he failed or succeeded, whether he died or lived alone, all of them had been carefully calculated in his heart.

Therefore, facing the current situation, Yitu felt extraordinarily calm in his heart.

When he handed over his power of life and death to Huasan, he had already expected this.

People are selfish, without exception.

However, he still wants to gamble with the last bit of goodwill, and he is willing to be the purest gambler.

Just bet on whether sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.

The figure of the flower umbrella is gradually blurred in front of the eyes, and Jack of Heart's only passive attribute, the knight's promise, is about to disappear.

Yitu was held by Xu Heng for the last time, as long as the time has not passed, even if his body is destroyed, his soul will not die.

After leaving the card field alive, the system will automatically correct the data for it, which is not counted as death in the true sense.

Therefore, even if Yitu's identity card is destroyed, as long as he can successfully switch to a new identity card before Jack of Heart's passive disappears, he can continue to live.

Yitu thought he had lost the bet.

However, just a second before his consciousness collapsed, the man bent down and threw the thin card on Yitu's chest, acting casually.

The moment the card is put down, the system automatically recognizes and detects a new ID card.

Soon, the data on the card was modified accordingly.

Jin Zirui's name was ruthlessly erased and replaced by the words Yitu in bright red.

Plum King, Yitu.

"You have calculated everything." Huasan's voice was very soft, with a hint of melancholy that was hard to capture:

"Have you thought about the ending now?"

Yitu was lying on the cold ground, his right eye was covered by a drop of frozen blood, and his eyes were full of fatigue.

He didn't have the strength to stand up, but tried his best to pull the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yeah, how could I have never thought about it."

Like Jin Zirui's inner demon, he guessed and understood his every thought until the final battle was predicted.

He predicted the Night King's prediction, so how could he not have considered the most embarrassing situation.

Although Huasan has a cold temperament, she is not a heartless person.

Otherwise, he would not fall in love with Song Jingchen, who is kind-hearted and has no city, nor would he be indignant over Ou Cheng's death.

Yitu knew it all, but how dare he grasp the unpredictable people's hearts.

"I know I shouldn't save you, but..." Huasan sighed and said in a low voice:

"Because of emotion and reason, how can I not help."

Upon hearing this, Yitu smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Huasan knew that he was tired, so she paused and continued:

"The last code of death has not yet appeared, it will only be between you and me."

Yitu still didn't answer, he lay there motionless, his breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Huasan looked at him quietly and didn't say any more.

Even if he revived Yitu, given Yitu's current state of dying, he was no match for him at all.

Due to human sympathy or human morality, he will save Yitu.

But in the face of a real life-and-death decision, even biological brothers would fight to the death, let alone the shallow friendship between him and Yitu.

They all want to go back alive to see the one they love, Yitu is, and so is Huasan.

At this time, any words seemed deliberate, and any expression seemed hypocritical and ridiculous.

A real contest was about to start suddenly in the silence of the two.

However, just when Huasan was about to make a move, a strange look suddenly flashed across his face.

Yitu naturally also caught this point, his tense muscles still dare not relax for a moment.

Huasan spoke, and he said:

"Maybe...we still have a chance?"

Yitu was startled, and suddenly thought of something:

"Jun Matsumoto!"

Jun Matsumoto is not dead. Apart from the two of them, there is a third player in this poker field.

Thanks to the teleportation marker card, Kasan found Jun Matsumoto.

The Japanese who was killed from the beginning and never appeared again, still remained on the field.

And now, Jun Matsumoto is trying to kill the death puppet that Hana Umbrella left not far away in order to take another big step towards victory.

The strange look on Huasan's face was even worse, and he disappeared in the next second.

Yitu patted the dirt on his collar, and walked into the depths of darkness with his usual expression.

At this moment, Matsumoto Junzheng, who had recovered his human form, was holding a short dagger, approaching the death puppet whose HP value was 0.

How could he not know that the battle between the two groups of players in Huaxia District was so loud that it would alarm the cat hiding in a corner of the woods.

He wanted the fisherman to make a profit, but his patience was exhausted during the long wait.

If those two dare not kill each other, then it is up to him to solve the trouble himself.

Seeing that the short dagger was about to cut off the puppet's neck, a big hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Jun Matsumoto's neck.

Jun Matsumoto was startled, and before he could struggle, he was thrown to the ground by the man behind him in the next second.

The flower umbrella firmly stepped on his right hand, which was trying to pick up the knife, and finally a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so glad we met again."

Jun Matsumoto's face was quite ugly, "Why did you appear here? You shouldn't have props on you!"

Huasan shrugged, but didn't bother to explain to him.

After Yitu arrived, he handed over the short dagger he got from the red box.

"The last one." Huasan whispered.

Yitu paused, and repeated softly:

"the last one."

If Matsumoto Jun's death code is still not refreshed, then someone must stay between him and Huasan.

Jun Matsumoto could understand what they said, and naturally understood the meaning of the words. He struggled and shouted frantically, trying to escape the claws of fate.

But those who are eager to win will not give any more chances.

Jun Matsumoto is the last hope, the hope personally sent to them.

The dagger easily pierced through the heart, and the blood faded from Jun Matsumoto's face little by little.

He can no longer turn back into a black cat, the cat's nine lives have been used up, it can only cry in the arms of its owner.

A life always leaves very quickly. There is no sound in the silent forest, and no one speaks, only slight, trembling breathing.

Yitu and Huasan stared fixedly at Jun Matsumoto's chest, pulled out a short dagger, and brought out warm blood, as well as fuzzy black numbers hidden in the blood.

That's a number 1, just a 1.

The sound of heartbeat resounding in my ears finally disappeared, and the dizzying scene was clearer than ever.

Yitu threw away the short dagger, only then did he realize that his palms were covered with cold sweat.

"It's over." Huasan also took a breath and murmured:

"The password is 4791, we can go back, it's over..."

Yitu nodded along, with a relaxed smile on his face.

In the darkness, the footsteps of the demon approached more and more, until it pushed through the bushes, and looked at the last two lucky people with scarlet eyes.

"This is an unending game, unless you tell Death's servant the true mystery of death!"

"I think you have found the real death code, tell me! Shout it out loud!"

"I will be freed from the darkness forever, and you will also be able to escape the shackles of death!"

"If you're lying to me, I think..."

The death servant did not continue, but it opened its black mouth as if it could tear any living thing apart.

Everything is without words.

Huasan and Yitu looked at each other, even at this moment, they were still too cautious.

"The code of death is..." Yitu looked directly into the eyes of the servant of death, and said slowly: "Four, seven, nine..."

Following his counting, the death servant's eyes became more and more bright red, like a flame that was about to burn.

A faint sense of unease welled up in my heart. Is the order of the death codes really the order in which they got the codes?

Yitu hesitated, but this little hesitation made the death servant very dissatisfied. It urged impatiently, still opening its dark mouth:

"Soon! Soon! Speak! Speak!"

Yitu didn't speak, he just looked at the scarlet eyes of the servant of death, and countless fragments flashed in his mind.

However, what was finally frozen in front of him was just a small game map.

They are directly below the character "ten", and the Night King is directly above the character "ten", and they are all heading towards the final point.

There is the beginning and the end, and the road they have traveled all the way is just the tail of life.

In just a few seconds, Yitu suddenly changed his mind.

"No, the real code of death is..." Yitu looked directly into the eyes of the servant of death, and said with great certainty:

"Nineteen seventy-four."

The scarlet eyes lost their luster, and a wail came out of its wide-open mouth.

The huge mountain body dissipated like black smoke, leaving only an old leather box in place.

Yitu reached out to pick it up, and the leather box was covered with dust.

After dusting it off, he saw some small lines of writing on the box.

[I have been walking, only to seek the truth of the world, but I have found nothing

Until I came here, death gave the answer

It turns out that I have never escaped the claws of fate, and what has bound me has always been time]

The story begins in the spring of 1974.