Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 288 Questioning (Happy New Year's Eve)
In the boundless darkness, a silver vortex stretches across the sky, occasionally bursting out with brilliant rainbow light of different colors. That is the energy released by matter due to the powerful tearing force.

After passing the alternating period, the black hole-like core is sinking to the bottom of the vortex.

An inconspicuous young man stayed at the edge of the Eye of Migration. Even fate and time and space would be distorted here, but he seemed to be completely unaffected.

A stream of dark blue characters faintly flashed around the Master of the Pivotal Workshop. He stared at the Migratory Eye expressionlessly, his aura even faintly overpowering the huge wonder of the void.

A pure black coffin more than two meters long fell from the void and landed beside Him.

The master of the Central Workshop stared at the coffin lid. The smooth and deep surface reflected the rushing blue stream of information.

Countless encrypted runes washed past. It could illuminate the soul but could not capture any useful information.

The young man raised his lips and spoke first: "Going to the front to investigate?"

He knew that the Silent Death came not only for himself, but also that there were many great beings standing behind him.

It's just that the Silent Death God has some friendship with the owner of the Pivotal Workshop, and the one being used is a chess piece that he casually laid out, so it's most appropriate for him to come and inquire.

When the master of the Shu Ming Workshop revealed the truth to Wei Miao, he was also telling the group of people behind the scenes.

But He knew that He had dragged too many beings into this without saying hello, so it was natural for them to come and ask.

"Not really. After all, you have discussed it, so there won't be any mistakes." The dull and hollow voice of the Silent Death came from the coffin, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

He knew that there were people backing the Master of the Pivot Workshop, and the Master of the Pivot Workshop had specifically explained the reasons for his layout, which was enough to convince them.

Silent Death asked straight to the point: "But, at that time, you restricted our use of power, but you personally intervened and finally let Him go. Why?"

The master of the workshop had expected their questioning. They took a step back and did not pursue the concealment of the layout, but in exchange, they wanted to know what he had done in this conflict.

Especially what information was obtained.

The Master of the Pivotal Workshop: "Do you suspect I have something else up my sleeve?"

Silent Death: "It's you after all, so this is normal. I think the move I'm waiting for is just a piece of red cloth to deceive you."

The last sentence implies that so many beings have united together and come with great force, determined to force Him to shake off all His arrangements.

The owner of the Pivot Workshop set up the trap. If he said that he did not take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit, none of the Silent Death, the Blessing Angel, the Demonic Mirror... would believe it.

"It's nothing. That area couldn't bear too much power, so I went there in person to prevent any accidents." The master of the Pivotal Workshop explained, "As for letting him go... He also has the support of the forces behind him, and he has made sufficient preparations. Moreover, he used every bit of power he brought to the extreme to deal with the encirclement and suppression, so it was his ability to escape."

The Silent Death did not respond.

The Master of the Pivot Workshop knew that he and the others did not believe him, so he continued, "The sword that destroyed the thirteen gates not only wiped out our power investment, but also completely wiped out his own power investment. This way, there will be no power left for us to analyze."

"In the end, he broke himself and escaped, with the long blade stuck in his body, but he used it to block our erosion of his power. The abandoned arm was the core of the power flow, but it was actually to induce us to put resistance on it. In the end, he withdrew the power, cut off his arm, and abandoned the resistance together, and retreated smoothly."

The master of the Shu Ming Workshop said calmly, "With such ability, how can you say that I let him go?"

At that time, they sensed the arrival of the unknown existence in an instant and deployed their forces hastily. Their grasp of the situation was definitely not as clear as that of the master of the key workshop who was present.

He points out the deeper meaning of every action of the unknown being so that his words can have some credibility.

I didn't let him go on purpose, I just couldn't stop him.

But even Wei Miao suspected that the departure of the unknown existence was within the expectations of the Master of the Pivot Workshop, and the great beings who knew the Master of the Pivot Workshop's character better were even less convinced.

Silent Death: "Does it have to be this way?"

The master of the Pivot Workshop nodded: "That's the truth."

The Silent Death had anticipated his attitude before he came, so he was not surprised at this moment. The Pivotal Workshop Master insisted that he had not done anything wrong, which meant that there was no need to discuss this matter any further. He knew the undercurrents that would follow, so they were friendly on the surface and warmed each other secretly.

The owner of the Shuming workshop is old, his methods are unpredictable, and so is his attitude.

He uses the gods as a gun to do things secretly, and he is not affected by either soft or hard tactics, and no one can get any information out of him.

It seems that the benefit is not small.

Silent Death changed the subject: "You gave the remnants to the players."

The master of the Pivot Workshop smiled and said, "According to the regulations, the residue fell into my hands, and I have temporary ownership. I gave it to the player, and the temporary ownership changed. Now it is held by Mr. Gray Rabbit, and I am no longer in contact with him. This process does not violate any regulations."

"Not only have you lost contact with it, we have lost contact with it as well." The Silent Death God said meaningfully, "As expected of you, you used the temporary ownership clause and anti-cheating regulations to put the item in the hands of the players. We can't take it by force."

The master of the workshop didn't care that his thoughts were discovered, and said directly: "If I don't give it away, I won't be able to keep it in the end."

The regulations state that players have temporary ownership of items taken out of the dungeon, and ownership cannot be transferred by any means unless the player is willing.

The master of the Pivot Workshop believes that the Jade Crow is safer in the hands of players than in his own hands.

The vast majority of regulations regulate the relationship between players or between players and great beings, and rarely regulate the conflicts between great beings.

He is not afraid of one or two people in his hands, but if a group of people are targeting him, he will have to think carefully.

The best results are handed in to the Masquerade Share.

The master of the Pivot Workshop has the habit of eating alone. Resources in the void are limited, and every step forward depends on stealing food from others.

In the same boat? Not really.

Rather than making a fuss about it, it would be better to give it to the players.

Every being does not want the remnants to be obtained by others, and under checks and balances, no one can hope to get them.

It can be said to be very safe.

Silent Death then asked: "What if it interferes with the game process?"

"More variables, more fun." The master of the Pivot Workshop said with a calm smile, and promised, "Then you can all observe together and fight together."

The pure black coffin was silent again.

He returned to nothingness.

The Silent Death determined His attitude and, unable to get any useful information from Him, left decisively.

The young man kept smiling and watched the coffin fade away.

The edge area of ​​the Migratory Eye returned to the distant silence.

At this moment, the master of the Shuming workshop lowered his eyes, and there was no smile on his face.

He stands in the void, his figure is small yet majestic.

Behind him, a torrent of data was surging vaguely, covering every inch of space and time.

First of all, Wuque would like to wish all our readers a happy New Year’s Eve and a happy Chinese New Year!

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