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2021-11-18

  Chapter 368 Chapter 365·"White Skeleton"

"Where the tree tops glisten (Bishu flickering)"

"And children listen"

"To hear sleigh bells in the snow (sleigh bells, melodious ding dong)"

"I'm dreaming of a white christmas (silver Christmas, I think about my dream)"

"With every christmas card I write (I write on every Christmas card )"

"——May your days be merry and bright (——May your days be merry and bright)"

……

ring.

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

Outside the window covered with frost and snow, gorgeous fireworks bloom in the sky.

The indoor burning fireplace crackled, and the fire bounced on the warm-colored floor.

The little boy whose cheeks were slightly red frozen by the wind and snow, raised the curtain and walked in quickly. His gaze shifted quickly, and then he froze on the sofa.

Su Mingan, who is rolling the map in his hand, is staring at the beating flame, bloodshot swelling in the bottom of his eyes, and the back of his hand stretched white.

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

"Leader of the soul race, you have to protect me."

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

He arranged his clothes in his hands and waited for a while, but he didn't get a response.

He turned his head and looked at the motionless young man sitting on the sofa with his waist still slightly bowed, and tentatively called out: "...Su Mingan?"

Su Mingan stands Up.

The rolled map was tightly held in his hand, and he turned his head, a pair of startled eyes looked towards Noel.

"Boom!"

The little door opened.

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

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

"You guys talk first. "

Su Mingan said, his voice was a little hoarse.

He walked quickly outside the door, just in time for a shadow coming over to deliver something.

"Where are you going now?" Ying asked.

Su Mingan took a shotgun, passive potions and weapons from the shadow hand. After drinking the potion, he walked out straight across the shadow.

"Sevia, Alchelev, don't you follow." He dropped a word.

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

"...What's wrong with him?" Lin Yin turned to ask Lu Shu.

Lu Shu shook the head blankly.

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

Noel is looking at the silhouette outside the door.

Daxue quickly poured in along the wooden door, facing the oncoming wind and snow, his eyes drifted a little.

After a while, he seemed to understand and smiled.

"...It turned out to be like this." He said.

"What is it? How is it?" Lin Yin looked puzzled: "No, I said, don't let the riddles at this juncture, you need to fully communicate with teammates."

"You guys talk." Noel tore off the clothes on the hanger, and quickly followed along: "I'll go with him."

"Hey-don't go, the rules will be promulgated right away, we will How to fight between two people, hello——"

......

The wind and snow are getting bigger.

Su Mingan rushed all the way to the southern wharf, the pace was very fast.

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

The Pope began to issue rules.

Su Mingan moved forward quickly.

He passed by the tavern with lights still on, the houses floating with Christmas songs, and the snow-covered bell tower.

He did not choose to conceal his actions, nor did he choose to immediately save those who were to be alienated.

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

He has gradually discovered one thing.

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

The game copy is more like a self-running system.

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

He discovered this when he browsed the world forum and checked other people's strategy routes.

——The game dungeon does not deliberately target itself. Its difficulty matches the rewards you get, and you will not deliberately refuse to pass the level because you are the first player.

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

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

What made him more sure of this conclusion was the situation of the previous week.

At that time, Knoll's words were not really a riddle. Anyone who can think a little can see what he is suggesting, let alone an organizer whose intelligence level should be far higher than that of human beings.

If the organizer can really intervene in the game copy, as long as Noel blurted out, the moment Su Mingan did not refute, they would understand what kind of ability Su Mingan possesses. They could take action and interrupt the game. Progress, catch Su Mingan, or control him not to let him die.

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

Does this mean thatthe   organizers can’t really intervene in the game? In    other words,

Is there a subjectively biased organizer, can't influence the objective existence and voluntary revolving copy of the game?   So, he doesn't need to cover up his behavior too much in this bad file that is destined to be discarded.

According to the information from the previous week, I died at 8 o'clock in the morning, and I was back to this point in time.

Although the time point of the retracement has nothing to do with time, it is only related to the key plot, but generally speaking, as far as he has experienced so far, the time between the two retracement points will not be too close. , At least more than ten hours.

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

As long as he dies before five o'clock in the morning, he can always have five hours of opportunity.

He put on a mask, put on a black robe, and went all the way to the southern terminal.

Since the rules have been released, this place has become a gathering place for players for a while, just like a large vegetable market.

"Sell potions! Sell large-scale healing potions, slow recovery, instant return!"

"Looking for a temporary squad, I am the Second Rank fire method, battle strength 700+... "

"Why are they all here? No one is taking a point?"

"The spar is wrapped up, we can't get close. You can do it?"

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"Sell the photo albums of the top players on the list, buy a folder of three..."

"The trouble ahead lets me, I want to enter the ship..."

… …

Perhaps because the first five ordinary strongholds were all hunted down, and the royal city and church were unable to enter, this group of players began to gather at the special stronghold of the southern wharf.

There are even some bonfires on the ground that have just been extinguished. It seems that some people have held a party here.

Su Mingan originally thought that this place should be a tragic scene of fighting each other, but didn't expect this group of people to still enjoy themselves.

In fact, for ordinary players, as long as they have mixed copies, they are already satisfied. Most of them have an attitude of passing by. If you can't fight, you won't fight, unless you get angry, you will have a few tricks.

Among this group of people, Su Mingan also saw a few people from the Yellow Rose Sword. They seemed to be acting as traffic leaders, like managing traffic to keep this group of people away from being crowded.

He switched to Ming mode and forcibly rushed into the crowd.

"Damn! Who squeezes me!"

"Shit!"

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, I want to see the so-called special What does the stronghold look like."

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

Someone turned his head instantly, He started cursing at Su Mingan, but Su Mingan was very fast. Before they started cursing, he had already squeezed through the crowd like Moses divided the sea.

People just feel like a car is passing between them, completely unstoppable.

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.

A few corpses fell lonely on the open space in front, like a cordon, separating the red spar in the front from the onlookers behind. Standing next to the red spar is a team of players holding blood-stained weapons.

This is a group of burly man holding various cold weapons. With a melee weapon, it has been able to show that they are not to be trifled with, not to mention that there are hideous scars deliberately exposed on their arms, like a deterrent to the outside world.

Players who watched the excitement did not move forward here, after all, no one wanted to be a new corpse on the ground.

As soon as Su Mingan wanted to go forward, a man with an Asian face suddenly grabbed his arm.

"You don't want to die!" The male player tugged at him: "Did you see the corpses in front of you? They are those left by the people in front."

Su Mingan looked forward .

A giant red spar is standing in the night, its rays of light are extremely bright, just like another sun in the snow.

The players in front are standing there with weapons. The leader is a gloomy man with triangular eyes holding a submachine gun. There is a string of skull necklaces on his neck, and his exposed fangs are still there. Stained with blood.

Beside him, there are several men and women who also wear skull necklaces. The men are stout and the women are tall. Their facial lines are hard, like faces from the north. The weapons in their hands are all swords or long knives that require hard power, and many people have blood still dripping on their weapons.

After them, it is the southern port of Praia. It is also recognized there as a resting place for players who do not participate in the feast at sea. Across the sea, the huge ship is quietly sleeping on the surface of the sea, and many players rest in the boats floating on the sea, as if completely cut off from the blood here.

"Who are they?" Su Mingan asked.

"The Skull and Bones Guild, it is said that their guild president is a serial murderer about to be executed..." the male player said: "Their guild is all gathered by prisoners from all over the world. , It's all a bunch of guys who should be sent to the torture frame or locked to death on the island!"

"There is such a guild." Su Mingan said.

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

didn't expect this group of criminals also formed a guild to continue their past "career" and continue to kill and set fire.

The male player pulls Su Mingan’s arm and wants to drag him back. After he can’t move, he can only continue to say:

"...You see the Small Captain in front Isn't it? He is the existence of the World Ranked Eighth One Hundred and Ninety Six, White Skull Carter! Have you never heard of this?"

Su Mingan was silent for a while.

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

In the eyes of ordinary players, eight hundred and ninety-six are already very impressive. There are even many players who will write down all the first thousand players.

But for him, eight hundred and ninety-six or eighty-nine thousand, six hundred are actually the same level...

Moreover, Carter the White Skull. How did this name spread...

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

I have heard that many players will give themselves names, such as "The Spear Piercing Deaththorn", "Dark Demon King", "Evil-ridden", "One-eyed One"......

...Forget it, this is their freedom.

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

Su Mingan starts.

With just a light push, the male player was forced to let go of him.

Amidst people's astonished gaze, he stepped into the clearing, walked past the corpse lying on the ground, and walked into this "warning line".

His steps are extremely fast, and the players behind can't pull him if they want to. After halftime, the white skeleton man with a submachine gun turned his gun to him.

"You, get out of here." The big man didn't immediately shoot, but just pointed his gun at him.

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

The stranger the player, the more dangerous it is in their eyes, and the masked player like Su Mingan is indeed rare, and the "weird" sign is affixed in their eyes.

Su Mingan ignored it and rushed forward quickly, as if he hadn't seen the muzzle of a black hole.

"Boss." A tall woman who only wears a chest wrapper said: "...he is not right, I've heard that, it seems that the leader of the soul race who suddenly appeared recently is wearing a dark mask. "

"The leader of the soul race? How did I hear that Su Mingan is the leader of the soul race?"

"It's not a coincidence, he must be in the ordinary stronghold now, some people say His Avatar is there."

Watching Su Mingan walk straight over, White Skeleton grinned and shot directly.

He came out of Devil Island, which is called "the death row of prisoners on death row." He was the least afraid of death, and his favorite was shooting.

The red level "devil's heavy artillery" in his hand made him feel the pleasure of freedom before being arrested.

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.

Although in this kind of copy, he heard that there are many big players, but he himself is ranked in the top three hundred players, naturally, there is no need to be afraid of anything.

If it weren't for fear of killing too many people and causing public outrage, the homicide would not just be the previous point.

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

He openly shot.

He brazenly gave it in vain.

(End of this chapter)