Welcome Back To the World Game

The tree is shining brightly

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"andchildrenlisten"

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"tohearsleighbellsinthesnow (sleigh bell, melodious ding dong

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"i\'mdreamingofawhitechristmas (Silver Christmas, I think I dream

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"witheverychristmascardiwrite (I write on every Christmas card

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"—mayyourdaysbemerryandbright (—May you be happy every day

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The silver bell rang.

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The sound of players dancing and singing came from outside the door.

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Outside the window, which was covered with a layer of frost, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the air.

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The burning fireplace in the room crackled, and the flames danced on the warm-colored floor.

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The little boy whose cheeks were reddened by the wind and snow lifted the curtain and walked in quickly. His eyes panned quickly, then settled on the sofa.

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Su Mingan, who was curling the map in his hand, was staring at the beating flames, bloodshot in his eyes, and the backs of his hands were stretched white.

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"...Now I have given up all the clues in Wangcheng, quit my job, and came here in vain." Nuoer hung his coat on the hanger beside him and said with a smile:

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"Leader of the soul clan, you must protect me."

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He laughed heartily, and his laughter echoed in the quiet room.

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He sorted his clothes in his hand and waited for a while, but got no response.

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He turned his head and looked at the young man who was still bowing slightly and sitting motionless on the sofa, and called out tentatively, "...Su Ming'an?"

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Su Mingan stood up.

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The rolled-up map was tightly held in his hands, he turned his head, and looked at Noel with a pair of stunned eyes.

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"Bang!"

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The small door opened.

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Lu Shu and Lin Yin walked in and saw the current scene.

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"What's wrong?" Lin Yin was stunned: "Why are you standing? The rules of the feast at sea are about to be announced, don't you want to chat?"

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"You two talk first."

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Su Ming'an made a sound, and his voice seemed a little hoarse.

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He quickly walked out the door, just in time to meet the shadow who came to deliver something.

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"Where are you going now?" Shadow asked.

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Su Mingan took the shotgun, passive potion and weapon from Shadow's hand. After drinking the potion, he walked straight out through the shadow.

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"Sevia, Archerev, don't follow." He dropped a sentence.

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He walked extremely fast, and immediately disappeared from everyone's sight.

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"...What happened to him?" Lin Yin turned his head and asked Lu Shu.

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Lu Shu shook his head blankly.

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"Nuoer, what did you two say?" Lin Yin asked Nuoer.

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Noel was looking at the figure outside the door.

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The heavy snow poured in quickly along the wooden door. Facing the oncoming wind and snow, his eyes wandered a little.

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After a while, he seemed to understand and smiled.

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"...So that's how it is," he said.

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"What is it? What is it?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, don't do riddles at this juncture. There needs to be full communication between teammates."

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"Let's talk." Noel tore off the clothes on the hanger and quickly followed: "I'll go with him."

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"Hey—don't go, the rules will be promulgated soon, we'll just fight the two of us, hey—"

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……

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The snow is getting bigger.

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Su Ming'an rushed all the way to the South District Wharf, at a very fast pace.

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The bell of twelve o'clock rang in his ears, and a golden bridge appeared in the sky.

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The Pope begins to promulgate rules.

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Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

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He passed by taverns with lights on, houses with floating Christmas songs, and clock towers covered with snow.

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He did not choose to cover up his actions, nor did he choose to save those who were about to be alienated as soon as possible.

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Because in his eyes, this is just a waste file.

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He has gradually discovered one thing.

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... The organizer may not be able to really intervene in the game copy.

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A copy of the game is more like a self-running system.

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It has so far been extremely fair. Although there are many crises, crises always go hand in hand with high rewards, and will not particularly hinder a person's progress.

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When he browsed the world forum and checked other people's strategy routes, he discovered this - the game copy is not deliberately aimed at himself, its difficulty matches the rewards he gets, and he will not deliberately because he is the first player. Don't let yourself pass.

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The point where the organizers can intervene is limited to the arrangement of the special status of observers and hunters. They cannot affect the logic chain of the game copy itself, let alone kill a player directly.

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They can only influence the player's actions sideways by alienating and guiding other people with special identities.

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What made him even more certain about this conclusion was the situation of the previous week.

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At that time, Noel's words were not really a special riddle. Anyone who could think a little could see what he was implying, let alone a sponsor whose intelligence level should be far higher than that of humans.

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If the organizer can really intervene in the game copy, as early as Nuoer blurted out, the moment Su Mingan did not refute, they would understand what kind of ability Su Mingan has, they can take action, interrupt the game process, catch Su Mingan, or control Live him and don't let him die.

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...but they didn't. Instead, they watched Su Mingan go through a long fall, and then watched him die.

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Does this mean that

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In fact, the organizer can't really intervene in the game?

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Or,

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Is the organizer with a subjective bias unable to influence the copy of the game that exists objectively and runs on its own?

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Then, in this bad gear that is destined to be abandoned, he doesn't need to cover up his behavior too much.

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According to the purpose information of the previous week, he died at 8:00 in the morning, and he has returned to this time. Although the time point of the rollback has nothing to do with the time, it is only related to the key plot, but generally speaking, based on what he has experienced so far, the time between the two rollback points will not be too close, at least ten hours or more.

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To be on the safe side, he cut the time in half and set it to five in the morning.

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As long as he dies before five in the morning, he can always have a five-hour advantage.

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He put on a mask and black robe, and went all the way to the South District Pier.

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Since the rules have been released, it has temporarily become a gathering place for players, like a large vegetable market.

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"Selling potions! Selling large-scale blood recovery potions, slow recovery, instant recovery!"

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"Looking for a temporary team, I am a second-order fire technique, with a combat power of 700+..."

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"Why are they all gathered here? Is no one occupying the space?"

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"The spar was wrapped, and we can't get close. Are you okay?"

"Sell the photo album of top players, buy one and three..."

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"I'll let the trouble ahead, I want to get into the boat..."

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……

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Perhaps it was because the first five ordinary strongholds were all covered by Soul Hunting, and the royal city and the church could not enter, so these players began to gather at the special stronghold of the Southern District Pier.

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There were even some bonfires that had just been put out on the ground. It seemed that someone was holding a party here.

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Su Ming'an originally thought that there should be a tragic scene of mutual killing, but he did not expect that this group of people would still be happy.

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In fact, for ordinary players, as long as they have mixed dungeons, they are already satisfied. Most of them have a get-it-yourself attitude. If you can not fight, you will not fight, unless you are angry, you will have a few tricks.

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Among this group of people, Su Mingan also saw a few people from the Sword of Yellow Roses. They seemed to be acting as important traffic officers, trying to keep this group of people from crowding as if they were managing traffic.

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He switched to Ming mode and forced his way into the crowd.

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"Damn it! Who squeezed me!"

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"Shit!"

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"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, I want to see what the so-called special stronghold looks like."

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"Don't look at it, the red light in front is it, but it's very dangerous there, no one should want to get close..."

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Someone turned their heads in an instant and started scolding Su Mingan, but Su Mingan was extremely fast, and before they could start scolding, he had already squeezed through the crowd like Moses divided the sea.

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People just felt like a car drove past between them, completely unstoppable.

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Su Mingan rushed all the way to the front of the group, and then found that there was an empty area in front of him.

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Several corpses fell alone in the open space in front, like a warning line, separating the red spar in front from the onlookers behind. And standing next to the red spar is a team of players holding blood-stained weapons.

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This is a group of burly men with all kinds of cold weapons. Holding a melee weapon, it can already show that they are not easy to mess with, not to mention that there are deliberately ferocious scars on their arms, like a deterrent to the outside world.

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The players who watched the excitement did not advance here. After all, no one wanted to be a newly added corpse on the ground.

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Just as Su Mingan was about to walk forward, a man with an Asian face suddenly grabbed his arm.

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"You don't want to die!" The male player dragged him: "Did you see the corpses in front of you? It was left by the people in front of you."

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Su Ming'an looked forward.

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A giant blood red sapphire is standing in the night, its light is extremely bright, like another sun in the snow.

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The players in front were guarding there with weapons. The leader was a gloomy, triangular-eyed man with a submachine gun. He had a necklace of skulls strung around his neck, and his exposed fangs were still stained with blood.

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Next to him stood several men and women who also wore skull necklaces. The men were sturdy and the women were tall. Their facial lines were cold and hard, like the faces of the northern country. The weapons in their hands are all swords or long knives that need to rely on hard power, and many people's weapons are still dripping with blood.

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After them, there is the southern port of Praia. It is also recognized as a resting place for players who do not participate in the feast of the sea. Across a section of the sea, the giant ship was quietly sleeping on the sea, and many players rested in the small boats floating on the sea, as if they were completely isolated from the blood here.

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"Who are they?" Su Mingan asked.

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"The Skull and Bones Guild, it is said that their guild leader is actually a serial killer who is about to be executed..." The male player said: "Their guild is all assembled by prisoners from all over the world, and they are all a group of people who should be sent to Burn at the stake, or the guy who should be put to death on the island!"

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"There is such a guild." Su Ming'an said.

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He also thought that the criminals on Zhai Xing, or some guys who were about to be executed, must also be among the players.

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Unexpectedly, this group of criminals also formed a guild to continue their past "cause" and continue to kill and set fire.

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The male player grabbed Su Ming'an's arm and wanted to drag him back, but when he couldn't drag him, he could only continue to say:

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"...Have you seen the squad leader in front of you? He is the eight hundred and ninety-sixth existence in the world, White Skeleton Carter! Have you never heard of this?"

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Su Ming'an was silent for a while.

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He can't even remember the top 100 in the world, he can only remember the acquaintances in the top ten, let alone eight hundred and ninety-six...

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Although in the eyes of ordinary players, 896 is already very good. There are even many players who will write down all the first thousand players.

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But for him, eight hundred ninety-six or eighty-nine thousand six hundred, in fact, they are all on the same level...

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And, White Skull Carter. How did this name come about...

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Did this Carter say it himself? For example, before the war, he would say, "I am the White Skull Carter..."

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Although he has heard that many players will give themselves names, such as "The Spear Piercing the Dead Thorn", "Dark Demon King", "Haunted by Evil Ghosts", "One-Eyed Hero"...

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...Forget it, this is their freedom.

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If you don't let these players have some fun, it will drive them crazy.

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Su Mingan started walking.

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He just pushed slightly, and the male player was forced to let go of him.

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Under people's astonished gazes, he stepped into the open space, walked past the corpse lying on the ground, and walked into this "cordon".

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His pace was extremely fast, and the players behind could not pull him even if he wanted to. As he passed half court, the big white skeleton man with a submachine gun turned his gun towards him.

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"You, get out of here." The big man didn't shoot at the first time, but just pointed a gun at him.

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At the same time, the other teammates around Dahan also raised their weapons. They are occupying points, and naturally they will not allow other players to enter.

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The more strange a player is, the more dangerous they see it, and it is true that a player like Su Mingan wearing a mask is rare, and a "weird" sign is affixed in their eyes.

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Su Ming'an ignored it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and rushed forward, as if he didn't see the muzzle of the gun.

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"Boss." A tall and slender woman wearing only a breast wrap said: "...he's not right. I've heard that it seems that the leader of the soul clan who suddenly appeared recently is wearing a dark mask."

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"Head of the Soul Clan? How did I hear that Su Ming'an is the head of the Soul Clan?"

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"It's not such a coincidence. He must be at the ordinary stronghold now. Some people say that his clone is there."

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Seeing Su Mingan coming straight over, Bai Skull grinned and shot directly.

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He came out of Devil's Island, known as the "death place of the death row". The last thing he was afraid of was death, and his favorite thing was to shoot.

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The red-level "Devil Heavy Cannon" in his hand made him feel the pleasure of freedom before being arrested.

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Here, there is no law, no system. For him, the game copy is his paradise, a paradise where life can be judged by pure violence.

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Although in this dungeon, he heard that there are many big players, but he himself is the top 300 players, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

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If it wasn't for the fear of killing too many people and causing public anger, he wouldn't be the only one who killed him.

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Not to mention, their guild also planned a big event for a while...

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He shot openly.

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He blatantly gave it for nothing.