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At this moment, there was a sound of stepping on the leaves.

A transparent figure slowly walked over.

As if wearing an invisibility cloak, the figure in the red Lolita dress pushed aside the grass and came over. A few dark leaves fell on his shoulders, and the light slowly flowed on his delicate face.

Lu Shu vigilantly raised the finger that stopped the butterfly, but Su Mingan smiled as if he had expected Yamada Michiichi to follow.

"Then, Yamada-cho, you are the 'third floor'." Su Ming'an took off a dark leaf next to it and observed the condition of the polluted plant: "The people on the third floor have thought of another, more terrifying type. the possibility. For example—the number of 'ghosts' is more than they can imagine..."

Lu Shu's expression changed slightly.

"Under normal circumstances, we would think that in this game of 'ghosts' catching people, the number of 'ghosts' should be less than three, or definitely less than the number of 'people', right." Su Mingan said: " But it seems to me that the rule has been skewed towards 'people'."

He said, tearing the blade in his hand, making a crisp "click": "...In this way, the game is not fair at all."

He bites the word 'unfair' very hard.

He observed the leaves in his hands.

These leaves are already crisp as thin paper, as if scorched by fire, and have a burnt taste, not as vibrant as ordinary leaves.

... This should be the influence of the so-called curse, the curse floating in the black mist at night, polluting them into this state.

"Not fair?" Lu Shu felt that he was about to become a repeater.

It's not that he is too stupid to think for himself. In fact, what Su Mingan said, he can come to it after careful analysis, but at this time he just wants to listen to what the other party has to say.

This is his subconscious position when communicating with Su Mingan.

"Yes, the rules are too biased towards 'people'. 'Ghosts' are such a risky identity, but they only have the privilege to touch people's necks during the day, and 'people' can actually wrestle with 'ghosts' at night, This is not fair at all." Su Ming'an said: "So, I guess, the number of 'ghosts' should be much more than we expected, or even...more than half."

"And, the fourth floor... The people on the fourth floor recognize everything I said above. Moreover, they will deliberately say everything like me in order to judge the identities of others." Su Mingan glanced at Lu Shu: " For example, Lu Shu, you should be... a 'ghost'."

Lu Shu hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"The way you ask questions has always been biased towards a 'ghost' feeling." Su Ming'an said, "From the look of your expression, you should be..."

"I won't lie to you." Lu Shu said.

"Okay, let's stop here." Su Mingan threw away the broken leaves in his hand and looked at Yamada: "You secretly followed us all the way, do you want to hear the identity of me and Lu Shu?"

Yamada-machi coughed lightly and didn't overdo it: "Although I mean it...but I want to thank you more."

"Ok?"

"Seventh World, you saved me, thank you very much." Yamada-cho bowed: "In return, in this world, I will be your helper. You can do anything with me."

He was referring to the fact that Su Ming'an and Xie Lude joined forces to drive away the Kraken and prevent everyone from annihilating.

Although that action was also an indispensable part of Su Ming'an's perfect customs clearance, he didn't mean to save Yamada, but Yamada's temperament was like this. As a beneficiary, he would not ignore the benefits he received.

Unlike those players who kept chattering even after being rescued, scolding the first player for going off the beaten path, Yamada Choichi was someone who could see clearly.

In fact, his behavior can easily win the favor of others.

Among the top players, there is no one who is an absolute mortal enemy with him.

Lu Shu frowned: "Who knows what you will do with this opportunity."

He did not trust Yamada Machiichi.

He felt that this person was like an onion, peeled off one layer and another. When Yamada Choichi unreservedly asked Su Ming'an's "meaning of living" in the fourth world, repaying his gratitude to Su Ming'an, and taking the initiative to kill himself with a knife, he felt that even if Yamada Choichi was practicing the so-called samurai justice, it was too extreme. Too narrow, too fanatical.

This extreme, narrow-mindedness and fanaticism comes not from pre-modern ignorance, but from post-modern loneliness.

[I think, thank you. 】

... This is what Yamada once said, a solemn and frivolous, serious and very conciliatory word.

Now, this person unexpectedly came to repay his gratitude.

Obviously the top 100 players are competing, but on such an important occasion, this person can hand over his freedom and trust so lightly.

Lu Shu stared at each other, the black knife in his hand gradually tightened.

And standing among the pitch-black grass, Yamada, whose expression was somewhat depressed, spoke softly.

"I'm a 'ghost'." Yamada Machichi showed a faint smile, and the content of his words was shocking: "If you think I'm a threat, you can exile me at any time during the voting session. If you have any doubts about my identity, I can also find an NPC to compete and show my ability to eliminate the opponent."

"You..." Lu Shu didn't expect this person to be so straightforward.

"Okay." Su Mingan said suddenly, "I believe you."

Yamada-cho's eyes brightened, and he seemed very happy to be trusted.

Before the start of the world game, he was a man who thought about suicide all the time. He watched everything as if he was watching a black and white silent film, and all the sounds passed by his ears like water.

Once, the word "death" hung in front of his eyes for twenty-four hours.

And now, in front of him is the only person who has always helped him and saved him several times.

"Then we have three fighting forces here." Su Ming'an said, as if affirming the value of Yamada Choichi.

...Although he was just talking about trust.

"Are you a 'human'?" Lu Shu asked.

"Of course." Su Ming'an said, "So I'm panicking now."

Lu Shu glanced at Su Mingan's expression, but did not see where he was panicking.

"People" can't take the initiative to take action during the day, and the leader around Su Mingan suddenly disappeared. If someone really besieged him, Lu Shu thought that Su Mingan should really be unable to resist.

...is that why he accepted Yamada Machiichi?

In order to have more combat power that can be shot in the daytime?

"...It's time to start looking for the oracle. Yamada, please walk ahead." Su Ming'an said.

Yamada-machi nodded, and did not ask Su Mingan why there was no guide beside him, but walked ahead.

Yamada's leader is a woman with a somewhat transparent body. Judging from the light wave in her hand just now, she should be a leader who possesses the ability of 'invisibility' or 'concealment', and her ranking should not be too high.

Without Sibel, Su Ming'an could only rely on guesswork to determine the leader. If Sibel was there, she would be able to tell all the information about the leader she saw.

The three of them moved forward slowly, with a dense jungle covering the sky in front of them. They walked along the river and gradually saw a wider sky.

They went back to the tribe.

At the gate of the fourth tribe's fence, there is no longer a player, and even the eight NPCs who participated in the competition have disappeared.

Su Mingan suddenly heard a violent wind.

"Shh!"

A pitch-black axe slammed into his side, and the stone axe cut into the ground, leaving deep nicks.

Lu Shu immediately drew his knife, and Li Lina, who was beside him, also raised the branch in his hand, but saw that it was not the other players who threw the axe, but a big man with a crazy appearance and hair like weeds.

"Haha, haha, hee hee-" The man saw them with a childlike snicker on his face. He put his hand to his mouth and made a few strange ape-like screams.

There are black marks on his muscular arm, which is a sign that the curse is all over his body and is on the verge of attacking. This is a curse that cannot be delayed by the 'purification chamber'. At this point, it means that his life has entered the countdown.

When the people next to him saw this, they immediately wanted to stop the crazy man, but the man was very strong. He pushed the men and women who rushed up, clapping his hands and smiling "hehe", his eyes full of childlike innocence.

"Black lamb, jump quickly~

"Black crow, fly quickly~

"Black python, climb quickly~

"Mom picked up the axe and chopped the statue ninety-nine times~

"Take its blood with its little eyes~

"A feather, a raven~

"A fairy tale of a rotting corpse, from its heart, the flower of the gods blooms..."

While singing cheerful nursery rhymes, he beat the rhythm vigorously, the footsteps were light and heavy, and his body twisted from left to right.

The movement here is too great, the patriarch walked out of the stone house next to him, and when he saw this scene, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared:

"—Who let this guy out!" He nodded his cane sharply: "Didn't I say that this kind of 'exiled' guy is not allowed to enter the tribal area?"

"Patriarch, we can't stop him, he's too strong..."

The nation is miserable.

"It's a very strong smell." Yamada Machiichi's follower suddenly said: "It's the smell of the curse on the verge of eruption... He's dying. No wonder he's so strong, it's the curse on the verge of eruption that strengthens him."

Su Mingan picked up the axe on the ground.

This is a very ordinary stone axe, but as soon as the man threw it down, the stone axe directly cut into the ground diagonally, showing its great strength. However, the man shouldn't have any ill will. He doesn't seem to be in a normal state of mind, maybe he just threw it away.

"Sorry, adventurer." The patriarch saw Su Ming'an, whose favorability had been brushed to 40, and he immediately walked over: "This guy is a tribe whose curse is on the verge of breaking out. He was expelled from the tribe because of the cursed creature that came to the night. I didn't expect him to sneak back today."

Su Ming'an said, "His spirit doesn't seem to be normal?"

"He's been like this since he was a child." The patriarch pointed his finger at his head: "Maybe there was something wrong with the birth. This man has a long body but not a brain."

Over there, the man was still singing and dancing, with childlike joy on his face, and the ethnic group couldn't stop him at all. He was like a wild bull on a rampage.

But soon, a middle-aged and elderly woman came to the edge of the tribe. The moment she saw the old woman, the joy on the man's face disappeared, and the expression became a little flattering and helpless.

"Hey, Mom, Mom..." The man quickly lowered his head, the axe in his hand fell to the ground, he stood motionless like a child who had done something wrong.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't take care of him, I didn't expect him to sneak out again..." The woman who came from outside had a humble attitude. She bowed and apologized to the people, stretched out her bony hand, and dragged her. This stupid big man left the fourth tribe.

The man who was originally like a beast became obedient the moment he saw the woman. He held the thumb in his hand and smiled stupidly.

"Black lamb, jump quickly~

"Black crow, fly quickly~

"Black python, climb quickly~"

"A feather, a raven ~ a rotting corpse fairy tale, from its heart, the flower of the gods..."

A strange song resounded within the somewhat quiet tribe.

"Follow."

Su Mingan immediately took a step forward.

For the two next to him, he did not mention the fifth floor.

People in the "fifth floor" will gradually discover that everything, voting, faction, identity judgment, etc., is not the most important content.

What does the "Ghost of the Damned" allude to?

What does "people" refer to?

The so-called copy, this will be part of the plot.

...

"Shh-!"

Under the blazing white flames, the charred corpse on fire fell.

The white, throbbing flames, like the fire of light, burned in every corner of this tribe, burning down the grass awnings and wooden houses.

One after another corpses fell to the ground, men and women, old and young, their eyes dazed, their bodies scorched black by the flames, and even the lives of children were not spared.

Black hair dancing, like a goddess, floating in the sky above this small gathering place, beside her, the long sword with white flame held by her guide, like the sword of 'justice' that judges life .

Her guide ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ just swung the sword with her own hand, destroying the entire gathering place and slaughtering all the ethnic groups.

"Don't be sad, adventurer." Dianji said, "These are all people who are cursed too heavily, they are... people who are not favored by the gods. Even if they survive, they will live in endless pain. Let us help them leave as soon as possible."

Mizushima Kawasora looked at the sword in his hand.

"You did nothing wrong," she said.

"Of course I did nothing wrong - I am the great man who helped them free!" Denji opened his arms: "We hold the sword of judgment to expel the evil. As long as we kill all those whose curses are on the verge of breaking out, other surrounding tribes will be destroyed. No harm will be done - we are properly destroying 'garbage'. And you are the right person to hold that power."

Mizushima Chuankong looked at the hell-like scene burning with flames below, and slowly and slowly raised his lips.

"Hmm," she said.

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