Chase Game

Shen Nianqing was closest to the abandoned house, but she was currently sitting on a large stone slab, resting her head on her hand.

Two kittens returned from scouting ahead, and Sancai Tuanzi came up to her and rubbed against the hem of her clothes.

"My lord, there's only an abandoned stone house ahead, and a few people. I don't know if they're players."

Shen Nianqing lowered her hand, nodded, and said:

"Yes, that should be it."

Let's wait a bit; the dungeon should be opening soon.

Ma Tuan lay on the large stone slab, yawned, and said, "This is too much trouble. We might as well just go in directly."

He was met with another cat punch.

The tricolor dumpling said irritably, "Fighting, fighting, all you ever do is fight. I should throw you into the Martial Court and banish you from the young master's side..."

"Waaaaah..."

Shen Nianqing gently rubbed the heads of the two kittens with her left and right hands to comfort them.

……

Ding Guifang gave the eight pockmarked men two options:

The first step, naturally, is the same as before: raising money, regardless of the denomination, as long as it is circulating paper money.

New money won't do; it has to be the kind that shows some signs of age.

The problem is, how do we make money?

Extortion through methods like collecting "protection money" is too slow.

They need a large sum of cash in a short period of time, which is practically forcing them to rob a bank.

"Boss, what should we do?"

The blond-haired man looked worried and glanced at the pockmarked man.

Even the pockmarked man had no choice; he wanted to gain divine power by working for Ding Guifang.

But he didn't dare to gamble everything. He thought that as long as he didn't do anything that would get him shot, even if this venture failed, he could still return to a normal life.

But now, he's truly in a difficult situation.

"Maybe we should just quit..."

Blue Hair said dejectedly, but was punched by Yellow Hair next to him.

He looked up and realized everyone was staring at him. He quickly explained, "I've said the wrong thing."

"I...I was just saying, don't take it seriously..."

The pockmarked man's gaze was subtle as he said:

"This is supernatural power that I witnessed with my own eyes... There's no reason to just give up now."

Besides, we've already done so much...

In economics, there is a technical term called "sunk cost".

The term "sunk cost" refers to historical costs that have already been incurred and cannot be recovered.

For example, the time, energy, and money that people like Pockmarked Face have spent working for Ding Guifang are all costs they incur.

However, these things should not influence current decisions, and we should not even think about them.

The pockmarked man's reluctance to give up stemmed from the sunk costs he had already invested.

Ding Guifang's order cut off the escape route for Ma Zilian and his men, forcing them to choose another path.

This is Ding Guifang's second proposal—sacrifice!

Human sacrifice has been recorded in ancient civilizations around the world, and its purpose was usually to pray for blessings from the gods.

Ding Guifang's goal, of course, is "popularity"!

Popularity originates from people; money is merely a substitute that carries popularity.

In this day and age, human sacrifice is, after all, contrary to common sense.

Ding Guifang had just transitioned from an ordinary person to a gamer.

Previously, they dared not use human sacrifices, and gradually replaced them with coins, without feeling anything was wrong.

But now, just one step away from victory, her patience has reached its limit.

She didn't want to leave the abandoned house; she felt uneasy for even a second if she didn't see the oil lamp and the painting.

However, the group with the pockmarked face was still quite useful as her "hands and feet," and she would continue to use them after leaving the dungeon.

So it's fine to let them find a "sacrifice".

"Let's do it..."

Suddenly, the blond-haired man spoke up.

Blue Hair looked at him, his eyes wide with surprise, and exclaimed, "Yellow Hair, you wouldn't be talking about..., would you?"

The blond-haired man didn't answer, but looked at the pockmarked face and said seriously:

"Brother, let's go with the second one. Let's be discreet. The Divine Envoy also said that we won't leave any evidence."

Upon hearing this, everyone echoed his sentiment.

"It seems like it really can..."

"I hope no one will find out..."

"How about... we do it?"

Each word of advice penetrated the pockmarked man's chest, tickling his heart.

He was torn between his inner thoughts and his own, and in the end, he actually hardened his heart.

His heart pounded wildly. The pockmarked man's gaze swept over the people present, and finally he whispered:

"Then... let's do it!"

They chose a direction and decided to choose the first person they met along the way.

Until they met Meng Dong.

Meng Dong was all alone, examining the map on the envelope by the dim light.

He also noticed the eight men with pockmarked faces; their identities as fugitives gave him an intuition.

Now, his intuition tells him that the guys around him have ill intentions.

But Meng Dong wasn't afraid at all.

The idiom "many hands make light work" does not apply when ordinary people are facing off against players.

He put away the envelope and map, and said calmly, "Gentlemen, what is it...?"

Huhuhu~

Before he could finish speaking, a wooden stick whistled through the air and hurtled towards the back of his head.

Meng Dong didn't even turn his head. He pinched the wooden stick with his index finger and thumb, and his voice turned cold.

"Indeed, 'the good do not come, and the ones who come are not good.'"

The pockmarked man and his gang thought it would be easier to knock them unconscious and take them away, but they didn't expect that their sneak attack in the blind spot would fail.

This person is probably a martial arts expert!

The pockmarked man was shocked, but his hands didn't stop. He tried to pull back the wooden stick and strike again.

Meng Dong held the wooden stick firmly with two fingers, his face pockmarked with growing alarm.

Thinking to myself, "What the hell is my luck today? I've run into all sorts of amazing people."

At this moment, Meng Dong voluntarily released his grip and asked, "We have no grudge against each other, what does this mean?"

"Stop talking nonsense, brothers, let's all attack together and see if he can take it all!"

Without hesitation, the pockmarked man gave a shout, and the eight men rushed forward.

However, soon all eight of them were lying on the ground.

"Are you willing to speak properly now?"

"This...ouch...it hurts...actually...it's just to take you to meet someone..."

The pockmarked man dislocated his wrist and was also kicked in the thigh.

"Who... never mind, just take me to see him."

Meng Dong put away the envelope and map, and spoke calmly as before.

His ideal is to "slay demons and eliminate evil spirits," but he must first confirm with his own eyes whether something is a demon or an evil spirit.

The pockmarked man and the others were also quite confused. They should have told us the password earlier; otherwise, they would have gotten beaten up for nothing.

They thought to themselves that even if Meng Dong was a skilled martial artist, he would be powerless against the power bestowed by the gods.

So I led the way without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Wang Yun's Group 3 and Qingping's Group 2 are also about to arrive at their destination.

Ling Yi closed his eyes to rest in the car, but he had a feeling that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

It wasn't panic, nor was it a sense of danger.

Instead, they felt that something or someone was about to happen.