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

When Yitu walked to Jiang Hanyu's side, the man was looking into the woods with a slightly concentrated expression.

"You saw that too?"

"En." Jiang Hanyu turned his head and looked at Song Jingchen who was walking towards them holding a flower umbrella.

"There are things in the woods, try to stay together as much as possible."

I don't know what it is that followed them all the way, let alone how it attacks people. The best way right now is not to leave alone.

All the players present had an intuition, and the movements of the hands of several people stopped.

The tall and strong man following Hai Ling also quickly found his companion, and the eight of them gradually moved closer together.

Probably among the eight of them, only Song Jingchen was holding a paper umbrella that looked gaudy, standing out of place among them.

Hai Ling narrowed his fox eyes, thinking of teasing:

"Hey, isn't this Huasan's famous weapon?"

"Copy it with a skill card?" Hai Ling said with a chuckle:

"Brother, are you too nervous, taking out the umbrella for such a small scene, isn't it too talented and useless?"

Song Jingchen's face was as usual, and he had no desire to reply to him at all.

In fact, the hyena is right, the umbrella of the queen of spades does have a greater use.

Because it can block any damage from players or NPCs within a certain period of time.

As long as he stays under the umbrella honestly, not only the ghost NPC cannot select him, but even the player's skill card cannot select him.

At the beginning, Huasan Fu Hengyi took him to play countless low-level card games in order to let him have the ability to protect himself.

When JR's points reached a very optimistic number, he drew a skill card in the store that could copy other people's weapons.

Huasan felt that this card could barely be used, but Song Jingchen was already very satisfied.

Especially when this card is upgraded to the first level, it can replicate 70.00% of the effectiveness of the weapon, such as damage reduction and block, etc.

It can be duplicated regardless of weapon level, although the number of uses and time are limited.

In other words, this card can copy the weapons of the gods.

And the umbrella of the flower umbrella is a god-level weapon.

Song Jingchen let go of the handle of the umbrella, and the paper umbrella quietly floated above his head, as if someone was standing behind him, silently holding the umbrella for him.

The number of times he can see Fu Hengyi is getting less and less. He has been reluctant to use this paper umbrella copied from a man.

Although his skill card can be copied twice, the prerequisite for copying is to obtain the consent of the weapon owner.

And he couldn't see the umbrella at all.

Such a powerful weapon was easily used by him, it was indeed a waste.

Song Jingchen didn't speak, but there was a faint worry hidden between his brows and eyes.

Yitu glanced at Song Jingchen who was beside him, fearing that he might touch the sad past again.

And the players who exchanged information in low voices also mentioned a few words of flower umbrellas from time to time because of the interaction area of ​​the card player.

[Anonymous player 212: Is it really a replica of the flower umbrella?But isn't the flower umbrella tied to the cp with the sika deer?I heard that he wants to help the sika deer win a throne identity card...

Anonymous Player 119: Ah, this...is the queen of spades already this arrogant?If you want to get a throne card above level 10, you have to figure out whether the sika deer is worthy (no words.jpg)

Anonymous player 123: Except for the Queen of Hearts and a Jack of Hearts that have not yet been discovered, all the other throne cards have come out. Who does he want to win? (crying and laughing)

Anonymous player 231: The weakest... The suit of hearts is generally weak, and the only jack of hearts that came out is quite weak.

Anonymous player 167: Who cares what they want to do, anyway, we can’t get umbrellas, of course, if anyone is unlucky enough to meet him, he will treat me as a fart.

Anonymous player 199: Oh, am I the only one who thinks the flower umbrella is scumbag... I saw him carrying this kid around all the time, and I thought he liked it very much. Copying other people's weapons should also require the owner's consent...

Anonymous player 234: 11111!Sister, I am just like you!The flower umbrella is really scum!But he is indeed a nice person, woo woo woo, anyway, he is a famous flower protector, very good at it! !

Anonymous player 297: That's right, that's how he is, as long as he looks pleasing to the eye, he will do it himself, and when he meets someone he likes more, he will pat his ass and leave (speechless)

Anonymous Player 239: Maybe it's... some fun that the cowhide boss uses to pass the time? ? ?

Anonymous player 254: Uh, a real big boss would not do this, such as my idol King of Spades! (Proud Chest.jpg)

Anonymous player 265:! ! ! !The big devil not only won't mess with women, but he's also a straight man! !Laugh to death, as long as you have hands hahahaha

Anonymous player 321: Speaking of the Great Demon King, I remembered that there is someone like him in this card game. He even has the ability to tear apart space just like the Great Demon King...

Anonymous player 342: ? ? ?Brother, don't say that, I'm afraid.

Anonymous player 321: Hahahaha, I guessed randomly, but the Great Demon King does not have a spouse, so it shouldn't be him. 】

Yitu looked at it for a while, then silently closed the player interaction area.

The sky gradually darkened, and the communication voices of the players around became lower and lower, and soon there was no movement.

Another strange ghost seemed to flash in the woods in front of him, as if looking for an opportunity to attack.

They had to concentrate on staring at their surroundings, not daring to take a breath.

Yitu and Jiang Hanyu faced each other with their backs, Song Jingchen was holding an umbrella on his right, and there was no one standing on his left.

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and someone asked in a low voice:

"Why don't we disperse, bury the body earlier, and go back earlier."

"Wait a little longer." Hai Ling frowned, "It's time to be more patient with that thing, why are you in such a hurry to die?"

The man was so stunned that he stopped talking, but after a while, the man couldn't help but speak again:

"It suddenly became very cold on the mountain."

He didn't say that everyone hadn't noticed it yet, but when he said it, he realized that the temperature on the mountain had indeed dropped a lot.

"Waiting like this is not an option. That thing is not scaring us." Artest, a tall and strong man standing beside Hai Ling, said.

"There is a possibility." Hai Ling hesitated.

"There are so many of us together, it doesn't dare to come over." The person who had been talking followed closely.

Yitu couldn't help turning his head to glance at him, it was a short and thin man with a small beard, he was standing beside Artest, looking around, his expression didn't show the slightest fear.

Yitu felt inexplicably strange in his heart, and always felt that something was wrong.

When he turned his head and lowered his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a pair of fluffy animal feet unexpectedly.

Like the paws of a big cat, its hind feet were on the ground, its erect body was wearing human clothes, and it stood beside Artest.

Yitu's heart trembled violently, it turned out that this thing had been mixed into them at some point!

"If you don't go back at this time, will you miss dinner?" The man was still talking to himself.

No one paid any attention to him, they all thought he was talking nonsense.

Just as Yitu was about to sound a reminder, another identical voice sounded immediately after.

"Who is imitating my voice?" Someone asked in horror.

The players didn't know why, and finally noticed something was wrong. When they turned around to confirm each other, their expressions changed.

Among the eight players, at some point it became nine!

And the extra person has exactly the same face as the other player.

Just before they had time to distinguish between the real and the fake, and were busy pulling away from each other, the familiar voice asked again:

"Do you think people can live without a heart?"

How can a person be alive without a heart?Everyone knows the answer, but it is impossible for someone to answer it.

So it could only sigh and mutter:

"Idiot! You can live without a heart!"

After saying this, he stretched out his hand, and a beating heart was held by its furry paws.

And the person whose heart was removed by it was Artest who had no chance to react at all.

The speed of this thing was too fast, so fast that Artest's heart was pulled out of his chest in the blink of an eye.

Hot blood gushed out, Artest clutched his heart-lost chest, with a look of astonishment on his face.

It was only when he fell to the ground that Hai Ling came back to his senses.

But at this time, there was no shadow of that thing on the back mountain, it had already run away and disappeared.

"Atai!"

Hai Ling ran forward in disbelief, turned over Artest's body, his face was buried in a pool of blood, and a hole the size of a bowl was broken in his chest.

The heart was taken out.

"How is it possible..." Hai Ling's face became quite ugly.

Artest was an old man he often brought into the card game, and his weapons and skill cards were definitely not weak.

Unless the rules of this playing field are death conditions that cannot be violated.

But the probability of death conditions that cannot be violated in the intermediate field is less than [-]%, the probability is too small.

Hai Ling hasn't figured out the reason until now, but the others have already buried the servant's body, along with Artest's.

After a while, light rain began to fall from the darkened sky, and the drops fell on Yitu's face, which was slightly cool.

He was still thinking about the process of Artest's death just now, and the few strange words that thing said.

Missed the meal... Could it be that someone is raising this thing?

Who is the heart it took away?

Yitu stood quietly for a while, feeling that he had already found a clue.

At this time, Song Jingchen beside him suddenly threw the flower umbrella in his hand into the pit.

"What are you doing?" Yitu wondered.

Song Jingchen replied: "The wet paper umbrella is broken, I don't want it anymore."

It's a one-off thing that doesn't belong to him, so why don't you want to keep it by your side as a souvenir?

After hearing this, Yitu raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Then don't, let's go, we should go back."

When the few of them returned to Dong's house, it was time for dinner.

When Yitu and Jiang Hanyu passed by the lobby, Mrs. Hui had just eaten and was about to rush over to thank them.

"I heard from the steward, did you encounter a heart thief when you went to the back mountain?" Mrs. Hui's beautiful face was full of worry.

But I don't know if it's Yitu's illusion, Mrs. Hui's complexion is obviously much better than in the morning.

Not only that, even the wrinkles around the eyes are gone.

She was wearing a white cheongsam embroidered with pink peony flowers. Although the color was a bit pink, she didn't think it was bright and eye-catching.

It seems that wearing it like this is just to add a bit of color to the depressing and dull Dong Zhai.

"My friend died there." Hai Ling was in a bad mood and replied in a heavy tone.

Madam Hui was apologetic, "I should have known earlier, alas, it's my fault, when you left, I forgot to give you the talisman to ward off evil spirits."

After she finished speaking, she called the housekeeper and told him to go to Taoist Wang to buy some talisman papers.

"Although this thing may not be useful, but it is always for peace of mind." Mrs. Hui kindly said:

"Originally, our house should have pasted the talisman paper long ago, but the master is afraid that Xiaoyue's soul will not be able to return home, so he has not allowed the servants to paste it."

"But now that something is going on, even if Xiaoyue hates me in her heart, for everyone's safety, this talisman must be pasted up."

She is always thinking about Dong's family, she is obviously in her twenties.

"Madam, please worry about it." Yitu said suddenly at this moment:

"The outfit you changed this afternoon looks much more energetic."

Madam Hui was taken aback for a moment, forced a smile and said:

"I'll take it as your compliment."

"I shouldn't dress so beautifully, but there are frequent accidents at home, and the master is already bedridden because of Xiaoyue's incident, so how dare I say anything else."

"Wearing such a suit is also for him to feel a little better after seeing it."

"Master Dong and Mrs. Dong are more affectionate than ordinary people seem to be."

Hai Ling suddenly interjected, "It's a pity that Miss Dong is Master Dong's only heir. Mrs. Dong has been married to the Dong family for two years, so it's a pity that she didn't have a child."

Madam Hui's face froze when she heard this, and Yitu's heart moved.

Hai Ling's words must have touched on the secret that Mrs. Hui was trying to hide, otherwise her reaction would not have been so great.

"I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I have been drinking Chinese medicine for conditioning."

"I haven't been able to give birth to a child for the master. It's really something I've been sad about."

"It's getting late now, distinguished guests, it's better to go back to your room for dinner." Mrs. Hui urged:

"The housekeeper will deliver the talisman to your room in a while, please stick it on the door frame."

After Madam Hui finished speaking, she turned and left, and the players had to separate and go back to their rooms.

After Yitu and Jiang Hanyu had dinner, the butler promptly delivered three pieces of talisman papers of the same style on the street to ward off evil spirits.

It's just that as soon as Jiang Hanyu got the three talisman papers, they were crumpled into paper balls by the man and thrown into the flowers outside the corridor.

Yitu didn't ask when he saw it, they all knew in their hearts that there must be something wrong with the paper talisman sent by Madam Hui.

It's okay to ward off evil spirits or not, but I'm afraid it will attract dirty things.

He and Jiang Hanyu sat on the edge of the bed and on a chair, silent.

After a while, Yitu opened his mouth and said:

"Mrs. Hui keeps that thing to get her heart and beauty. All the servants in the house are dead, so there is no heart to take."

So that's why the thing on the back foot found them without any mistakes this afternoon, shortly after they reached the back mountain with their front feet.

If no one told it, Yong'an Street is so big and the back hill is so wide, how could it just happen to happen.

That thing exposed its own information unwisely, it knew when the Dong family's meal time was.

But within a day's time, Mrs. Hui in the morning and Mrs. Hui in the evening are completely different.

Yitu has no choice but to suspect that Madam Hui is the owner of the heart monster.

"How did that thing take Artest's heart today?" Yitu looked at Jiang Hanyu who was leaning on a chair with his eyes closed.

The man didn't open his eyes, he was sleepy again.

Just when Yitu thought he couldn't wait for an answer, Jiang Hanyu spoke up.

"When it asks a question, it must be answered."

The man opened his brown eyes, and the two stared at each other for a moment.

"The difference between the low-level field and the middle-level field is that those things take the player's life as easily as killing a chicken."

"Sometimes there is not even a loophole that can prevent death, why bother to speculate, just solve it by force."

When Jiang Hanyu said this, there was not much expression on his face, as if he was indifferent like a god who sees through everything.

Yitu didn't avoid his gaze, but responded with the most courageous silence.

The reason why a man can say such a thing is because he is strong enough, even to the point of ignoring the rules.

This is also the reason why Yitu was trapped in an illusion, where he was obviously destined to die, but was able to be brought back by Jiang Hanyu.

So he didn't need to think about it at all, some things in front of him were really more thorough than clear water.

Ke Yitu is not, as long as the human mind exists, he will not stop thinking every minute and every second.

Maybe it was because the man hadn't spoken for too long, Jiang Hanyu stood up abruptly.

He walked up to Yitu and looked down at him, a hint of interest flashed in his brown eyes.

"Why, don't you agree?"

Yitu shook his head lightly, "No, you're right."

"It's just that I have my own thoughts."

Jiang Hanyu pursed his thin lips after hearing this.

"In that case, let's hear it."

Yitu just smiled: "No, different ways don't conspire with each other."

He is a sensible person, he knows that his ability is not strong, even compared to the man in front of him, he can be said to be very weak.

But so what, as long as the end point is the same, no matter how hard the process is, there is nothing to fear.

It's just that they are standing in different positions and at different heights, so what they understand is naturally different.

But this does not mean that Yitu is no match for Jiang Hanyu, they are completely two types of people.

Reason prevails in the former, while reason is not needed at all in the latter.

"Okay, then you can prove it to me."

The man smiled, obviously he disdained this man's last sliver of arrogance, but he was inexplicably unable to utter sarcasm.

This is not his style.

However, Jiang Hanyu didn't take his little change to heart, after all, he was such a person who could do whatever he wanted.

"Okay, just wait."

After the two exchanged harsh words, the drama that was supposed to be the enemy's sorrow did not happen.

Because no matter how good your mouth is, you still have to sleep together at night.

Yitu looked at the narrow bed with worry, and got on the bed bravely. When Jiang Hanyu also came up, it was really crowded and unable to move.

The lights in the room were turned off, and the surroundings fell into silence.

Yitu's back was pressed against the man's hot chest, so hot that he couldn't sleep at all.

My heart was full of messy and seemingly irrelevant plots, Du Jinyu wouldn't come to see him again tonight, would she?

Why did Du Jinyu come to him again and again, is there such a thing as love at first sight?

Yitu couldn't figure it out, until late at night when the rain was dripping, he heard the sound and fell into a dream.

At this time, there was movement outside.