Chapter 218

Mu Ke moved behind Charles without moving.

Even if he didn't know the identity of Charles who appeared suddenly, Mu Ke could tell from the imminent situation that Bai Liu got help from Charles.

"I used to be obsessed with a man and be fascinated by a betting horse every year according to the season. I don't think it's the same thing." Surging, "Don't compare your animality to me, Charles."

"Then I apologize for my inappropriateness." Charles bowed and smiled, "But for me, animal nature is a compliment, and I appreciate people with animal nature."

Hearts were silent for a second, and she realized that Charles had to fish out the white willow. This man sometimes gambles and no one can stop him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Hearts turned around and looked at Titan: "Titan, besiege them."

A huge black ball fell from the sky, like a black hole, it was going to swallow Charles, Wang Shun, Mu Ke and the others behind him completely.

And Charles didn't panic at all, he raised the civilized staff in his hand to resist the falling black ball.

The black ball was swallowed section by section along the end of the Civilization Staff, and it was about to touch the tip of Charles' nose. He took off his black top hat and dragged it back to the end of the Civilization Staff with the black ball stuck in it. Charles turned over The top hat is pressed against this huge black ball.

As if by magic, the huge black ball was restrained by the cap of the top hat, pressed into Charles's white glove, and turned into a black bouncing ball in his palm during the flip.

[System prompt: Player Charles is using the skill (Phantom Biter)]

[This skill can devour the opponent's skills and reversely devour the opponent's skills at the moment of attack, and convert them into some kind of magic props for storage. 】

"Using skills is useless to me, queen." Charles flicked the bouncing ball in his hand twice with interest, then took off his white gloves to wrap them, and put them together in Wang Shun's pocket next to him, "play If it's dirty, I'll give it to you."

Wang Shun: "????"

He had long heard that Charles was a very fluffy person, but he didn't feel that fluffy to this extent - he just bounced it twice on the ground without any dust by himself, and then he didn't want it.

Charles slowly conjured up a pair of white gloves from nowhere and put them on for himself, raised his hat to return to Titan and Hearts, and smiled very reservedly: "Queen, allow me to retire first."

As he spoke, Charles turned around, raised his elbow to Wang Shun, slightly raised his chin as a polite gesture, and tapped his elbow twice with his index finger.

Wang Shun reacted in a daze for a while, then realized that Charles had asked him to hold his arm.

... = = There are really many things about this person...

But even though he complained a few words in his heart, Wang Shun still held Charles's hand honestly, and Charles walked forward with satisfaction.

He walked up to Mu Ke and said with a smile: "I believe you have seen my sincerity to Bai Liu, you don't mind going to the [inhabitant's area] with us, right?"

Mu Ke held his breath and waited for President Charles for a long time, but at this time, he kept his airs and did not panic and be rude, but stretched out his hand neither humble nor humble, and thanked him very sincerely: "I don't mind at all."

"You are very welcome to come with us."

People's area.

After Charles intervened in this matter, ordinary spectators who were originally afraid to come to watch the excitement under the strong siege of the National Association now approached one after another.

And because the matter of [Besieging the White Willow] was turned upside down in twists and turns, the popularity on the forum has reached a limit, and finally a lot of discussions broke out, which made most ordinary players curious about this matter  get up.

A large number of ordinary spectators sneaked behind Mu Ke and the others, pretending to be passing by until they reached the [Inhabited Area].

You can't blame them for pretending, because the people from the King's Guild followed along, and the crowd who came to eat melons didn't dare to make too much publicity.

The two camps confronted each other in the [Inhabited Area], where there was never a shadow of a ghost. Charles and Heart stood in front of the guild members, feeling like they could fight at any time.

The audience next to them watched with excitement and enthusiasm - this league drama has not yet begun, and the melons of the support season are being eaten wave after wave.

In the crowded area, snowflakes and noise flickered on the stacked old TV sets. From time to time, under the black and white stripes, a distorted shadow of a person would crash and slap the TV screen, most of them were calling for help.

The hoarse and desperate voice came through the damaged speakers on both sides of the TV, elongated and stuttered into a strange tune that could not be heard, and it was indescribably eerie.

These gamers trapped in the residential area appear intermittently on the black and white TV, like an ominous video that they use to commemorate their lives after death.

On both sides of the residential area are white and smooth walls that are so dazzling that the old tome FM TVs are stacked horizontally, forming a TV mountain that is so long that it can't be seen at a glance, extending to the deepest part of the residential area.

No one knows if there is an end to the populated area, because no one has ever reached the end of the populated area.

The full name of [Inhabited Area] is [Inhabited Area], but this place is not inhabited, but filled with the endings of those who have exhausted everything and still want to live desperately.

When these people lose their names in this game, they also lose the right to exist as human beings, and can only become one after another monsters who have forgotten their origins on the buzzing old TV.

It was the first time for Mu Ke to come to this place, and he was shocked from the bottom of his heart, especially when Wang Shun told him with a sigh that many players in the [People's Area] were newcomers to the game for the first time .

"If the newcomers who enter the game are not recognized by the audience and don't get reward points from the audience, they will not be able to buy props, and it will be very difficult to pass the level."

There was deep pity in Wang Shun's eyes: "They will soon fall into the [inhabited area], the only thing they can do is to delay the time in the process of being gradually alienated, so that they will try not to die so soon. "

"It was very painful. They couldn't see any hope, they just struggled in the game with instinct, waiting for someone to rescue them."

Mu Ke stared blankly at the TV mountain, and asked softly, "Is it... the same as me in "Siren Town" back then?"

"Yes." Wang Shun said, "If Bai Liu didn't save you at that time, this place would be your cemetery."

"Many times these people don't need a lot, just give them a few points, it's enough for them to see the light of day again and crawl out of this cemetery-like residential area."

Wang Shun turned to look at Mu Ke, he sighed, "But unfortunately, few people in this game have such kindness."

"Not everyone is as lucky as you. There is a strong Bai Liu who breaks through the dimension to save you." Wang Shun exhaled a long breath, and finally brought a smile on his face, "But now maybe many, many people will be rescued because of Bai Liu ."

The onlookers whispered and discussed what Charles and Hearts were going to do.

Heart glanced sideways at the TV mountain in the distance, and then turned to look at Charles with the same smile: "Are you sure you want to waste so many points on Bai Liu and fish him out of this garbage dump?" ?”

"It's not a waste." Charles retorted with a smile, "I call all consumption that pleases me reasonable entertainment, isn't Bai Liu very interesting?"

Heart was noncommittal: "You are really an unreasonable man."

Charles stooped to accept: "Thank you for your compliment."

"How many points are you going to spend to stop?" Heart asked.

Charles straightened up, and he turned to look at the pure white to dazzling background in the residential area, then took off the diamond ring on his thumb, squinted his eyes: "—until I saw the white willow reappeared in front of me."

Mu Ke took a deep breath, stood in front of the guild members, and gave an order for Charles: "Your Majesty, Charles will transfer one million points to each of you now, but there is a limit on this point, and you cannot embezzle it. of."

"The only use of the points forwarded to you is to charge the players next to you in the crowded area. Each small TV is charged with 5 to 10 points. When charging, you have to bookmark and like it until you see the small TV. until it goes out."

"Mark the location of the small TV that weighs 10 points and still not go out, and hand it over to me. We will conduct a second analysis of the players inside. If it is determined that the players inside are suspected of being a white willow, we will recharge it as appropriate."

Mu Ke took a step to the left, let Wang Shun behind him, and introduced: "This is the data analyst of our trade union, Wang Shun, and all the small TV data you get will be counted by him. The small TV in the human area is screened once."

"And our No. 4 Mu Shen." Mu Ke lightly glanced at Mu Sicheng, who had been keeping his head down and saying nothing since just now. interference."

Mu Sicheng raised his head and Mu Ke looked at each other with anger.

He took a deep breath, turned his head away irritably, and clicked his tongue. He didn't refute or agree, but he did get up and stand at the entrance of the residential area, his chin raised slightly, and he looked at the members of the National Convention.

Mu Sicheng noticed Mu Ke's hostility towards him, which made Mu Sicheng unhappy, but what made him even more unhappy was that Mu Ke was really much more organized than him at this time!

After finishing speaking, Mu Ke looked around at the guild members in front of him: "Is there anything else you don't understand?"

The following guild members have already listened stupidly.

They have been in the Scavenger Guild for a long time, but they have never seen a million points, and now they want to share a share, and now they have to spend it in order to save someone they have never met before——this They couldn't imagine exciting things for several lifetimes, and they were all dizzy and almost couldn't stand still.

The onlookers on the side were stunned when they heard it. They looked like nothing happened. Charles, who was wiping his cane, looked at the residential area like a building without a tail. The TV mountain that is the length of the car train, his eyes are straight.

—Charles is... just kidding, right? !

To find a person in this long TV mountain, at least tens of millions of points must be spent! !

But soon they discovered that Charles was really not kidding.

The guild players walked up to Charles one by one, raised their own system panel tremblingly to transfer money, and then walked on in a daze after the transfer was successful.

Tens of millions of points were transferred, and Charles didn't even change the arc of his smile from the beginning to the end.

He gently patted the shoulders of these delirious guild members: "Now, go find the guild leader you hid."

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shrine.

In the middle of the table is a card that is suddenly turned over. The character on the card is a mysterious magician who gentlemanly pulls his hat down to cover his smiling face.

The man with the hood covering his face pensively tapped on it, and said with a smile, "Interesting, a magician card that is neither a werewolf camp nor a god camp appeared, and the situation has changed a lot. "

"Are you still going to play cards, seer?" he asked with a smile.

The prophet was silent for a while: "Not coming out."

"This scene has become so chaotic..." Under the hood, the man's eyes were changing to the hunter card of the werewolf, the witch standing by, the rose card that was about to disappear and the magician card that suddenly appeared He walked up and down, and then suddenly showed a smile that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, "Then let's make more chaos."

A brand new card emerged between his index finger and middle finger, and he pressed it to the right of the werewolf card.

The moment the prophet saw this card, his eyes changed insignificantly.

This is a card that is different from other cards. It does not follow the rules. The moment it landed on the table, the characters in this card floated on the table like a pop-up book, holding A fancy trumpet toy gun beeped all over the table.

It wears a pair of over-length pompom booties, fluffy bright red carrot pants, puff sleeves on the upper body and a lace stacked neckline that wraps around the entire neck.

A two-horned, two-color hat with a bell on the end jingled as it ran.

It is covered with thick white oil paint from the face to the neck, and the mouth is outlined in a bright red enlarged circle, while the eyes are drawn with black pens, two huge forks, and a pair of green eyes are hidden under the forks , golden curly hair glittering on the top of its head.

It was clearly a clown, or rather a clown.

But now this clown is holding up his trumpet gun, biubiubiu all over the table, almost as soon as he sees a card, he will aim at the face of the person on the card and shoot frantically, and also let out a creepy, sharp and piercing smile of joy. .

In the end, the clown made a mess around the table, padded its own booties, and stood with its head tilted on the werewolf card-the only character card it didn't destroy with a trumpet shot.

"King!" The clown jumped happily, opened its green eyes that were as bright as jewels, and then lay down on the werewolf card, curled up on the card with attachment, put its face against the werewolf, and said with a nervous laugh, "king! find king!"

"What did you do to the clown?" The prophet's tone rarely became serious, "This is not the normal state when the initial character card first appeared in the game, the clown seems to remember Bai Liu—but in this timeline, the clown I haven't seen Bai Liu once."

The person sitting opposite folded his hands on the table, and he raised his eyes and smiled: "Are you afraid? Afraid that the clown's influence on Bai Liu will turn him into Bai Liu?"

The prophet retorted coldly: "You are breaking the rules of the game."

"I never break the rules of the game." The man let go of his folded hands, smiling unabated, "I just put down the clown card in advance, but didn't let it appear on the stage."

The prophet was about to speak: "What..." mean?

But before he could ask, the prophet suddenly stopped, and he looked at the person sitting opposite him in disbelief: "You... put him in the inhabited area?!"

"Yes, the first single-player game I let the clown log into the game was the first level game, he was naturally trapped in it and couldn't get out, and soon, the audience was very poor, no skills, no way to pass the level The clown lost interest and let him live in a residential area." The man spoke with pity.

The prophet's lines trembled a little: "...how long has he been in the game?"

The man said casually: "He lived with those monsters... for about ten years, I wouldn't really let him die, but now he is almost crazy."

The prophet raised his eyes straight to the person opposite: "Why does the clown remember Bai Liu?"

The man leaned forward and leaned closer to the prophet: "Because I want him to persevere in this horrific super game that tortured him to the point of committing suicide, I decided to give him hope, so I let him dream every night."

"The clown in the dream will see a man named Bai Liu rescue him like a god, lead him to kill all directions, become invincible, and become the champion."

"That person completely understands him, recognizes him, appreciates him, and is the only person in this world who allows him to follow. He is the most loyal clown in his hands, and he is his king."

The man looked down at the clown on the table: "This dream has kept him going until now."

The prophet closed his eyes, and his breathing began to be difficult: "You made the clown...dream about other timelines...but now this timeline is completely messed up, and Bai Liu didn't save him at that time at all. ..."

"The clown has been playing alone in the game with Bai Liu, who never appears, for ten years..."

"Congratulations, he's finally here, isn't he?" The man smiled more cheerfully, "Bai Liu will appear in the inhabited area soon, and rescue him."

"Have you ever heard of a fairy tale?" The man brought up another topic abruptly, but he was obviously interested in talking about this fairy tale with the prophet, and continued without the prophet's answer, "This story is called " The Fisherman and the Devil."

"A long time ago, there was a clown-like devil who was sealed in a bottle by God. He was in so much pain that he couldn't escape. No one could see or feel his pain. He could only survive by the illusion in his dreams."

"So he made a wish in his heart, if that person rescued him in the first year, he would give that person money that he would never spend in his lifetime."

"It's a pity that that person didn't show up. In the first year, the clown, if that person saves him at this time, he will join the league for that person and become that person's subordinate."

"But that person still hasn't appeared. In the sixth year, the clown, if that person saves him at this time, he is willing to become that person's dog and sell his soul to him."

"But that person still hasn't shown up."

He looked at the prophet, and the arc of the corner of his mouth remained unchanged: "In the tenth year, the clown finally met that person. What do you think the clown will do to Bai Liu, his king of the past ten years?"

The prophet opened his eyes: "He will kill Bai Liu."