"Are you all government agents?"

Gu Chi was full of question marks.

He had two factions, one real and one fake, simply put, he was a government mole hidden within the corporate faction.

He held tokens from both the corporate and government factions, allowing him to switch back and forth between the two.

However, the number of people in each faction should be equal, not counting the moles. He couldn't decide which faction to join after death. He was afraid that there wouldn't be enough spots in the Woxing Corporation, and he would be exposed as a fake. So, after careful consideration, he finally chose to reveal his true faction and focus on stability.

But who could tell him why all the players were government agents?

"Wow, what a coincidence," the charming woman glanced discreetly at Gu Chi and said with a smile, "I didn't expect us all to be comrades."

The man with the single lens nodded earnestly, "Indeed, quite a coincidence."

The Feng Shui master slapped the table, "Exactly! It's too damn coincidental!"

The journalist also sighed, "After all that, we're all on the same side."

Duo He Yanjiang secretly completed a new round of attribute exploration and suggested, "Since we're all government agents, I suggest we don't fight today. Let's find a place to eat, have some drinks, consider it a gathering, and then go to the cathedral to clear the level together and share the rewards. How about it?"

"I think that's a good idea."

The Feng Shui master echoed in an ancient tone, "As the saying goes, a chance meeting is fate. It's not easy for us to meet across factions in the vast sea of people. Perhaps we were close friends and relatives in our past lives, and now fate has brought us together again. There's no need for us to argue. We should just enjoy a drink together!"

Thomas smirked, "Are you a Feng Shui master or a fortune teller?"

Why did this guy speak in such a roundabout way?

The Feng Shui master laughed, "It's all the same, all part of the same lineage."

Ghostly Child looked at the Feng Shui master with a hint of playfulness in her innocent smile. She blinked her big eyes and said innocently, "If you don't understand, Feng Shui master, isn't your job to kill people?"

"And you, always sneaking around with items, if I remember correctly, you're also into PVP, right?" Ghostly Child asked, "Are you really willing to give up the rewards and clear the level with everyone?"

"Look at what you're saying," the Feng Shui master said unhappily, "It's just a small benefit, how can it compare to the fate we've cultivated from our past lives?"

"Exactly!" Duo He Yanjiang said, "We're all brothers, what's with all the fighting and killing?"

"Everyone here is an experienced player. You should have heard a saying, the brilliance of the C key can't cover up the dimness of the O key."

"Friends are the most important!"

Duo He Yanjiang said, "After we go out later, we can add each other as friends and create a group. We can run dungeons together in the future... I've already thought of a name for the group, let's call it 'My Past and Present Lives'!"

Everyone: "..."

Gu Chi almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

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They had just started, and this group of experienced players was already putting on a show.

These guys didn't talk much before, but now that they've started, each one is more flamboyant than the last.

Is this really a roundtable meeting?

No, it's the Oscars.

Thomas smirked meaningfully, "You all know my personal mission. It's non-PVP. If you want to clear the level together, I naturally agree. But I'm afraid that there are some bad guys among us who have set up an ambush in the cathedral. When we go over, they'll quietly attack their own brothers."

The journalist's expression stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Duo He Yanjiang was dissatisfied, "We've been together for the past two days, who has the time to set up an ambush?"

"Is that so?" Thomas smirked, "Don't tell me you don't have a contact person? It should be easy to call ten or so people with just one phone call, right?"

Leaving aside everything else, just the fact that he was part of the Morning Embrace government meant that one of the leading NPCs had explicitly told him that if he needed help, he just had to ask, and they would be there.

The Omuda District was under the jurisdiction of the Iris Church, and they didn't care how big a commotion was caused.

The Feng Shui master slapped the table again, "Hey! Don't speak ill of others!"

Everyone: "..."

Thomas smirked, "?"

I didn't speak ill of you, why are you so anxious?

Are you guilty?

Xia Ling wisely remained silent. The more she said at this time, the more likely she was to make a mistake.

The silent Power 39 observed for a long time and suddenly smiled.

He had to admit that he had underestimated this group of players before. Regardless of their strength, they were at least good at playing the game.

The current situation had indeed caught him off guard, but for him, it was actually a good thing.

All the players were government agents—perhaps they thought his attributes were high, and their chances of winning were greater if they teamed up with him. It was also possible that they thought most players would join his faction, and standing by him was the trend, so they joined in because they couldn't beat him.

This meant that he was in an absolutely safe position now. Because he was part of the government faction, no matter how he played next, he would never be the target of the other players. And as long as he gave a suitable reason, he could do whatever he wanted to anyone.

"You've all been playing this game for so long, don't you know that in a personal mode with factions, the number of people on each side is usually equal?" Power 39 said, "Even if there are only three factions, each faction wouldn't have more than four people. Are you all trying to fool the prophet?"

Gu Chi: "?"

Just watching the show, no cue needed.The reporter retorted, "You said it yourself, it's a high probability, which proves that this possibility objectively exists. In Pure Land, high probability events occur in low probability worlds. Little broken game and the underworld mechanism have happened more than once. The team mode can be played as an individual mode, and the individual mode can become a team mode. I think it's very reasonable."

The logical argument won the agreement of many players.

Ghostly Child, unbothered by the commotion, finished criticizing the Feng Shui Master and began to attack Power 39. She continued to smile like a silly girl, "Uncle, you said you don't like fighting. If everyone is on the same team, do you mind clearing the level together? Are you having second thoughts now?"

"It shouldn't be, right?" The charming woman looked at Power 39 intriguingly and said, "We all trust you a lot. If you change your mind at the last minute, we won't stand for it."

The Feng Shui Master also spoke seriously, "I've always detested people who don't keep their word, and I believe everyone feels the same. If someone goes back on their word and betrays our trust, then I suggest that we all unite and get rid of them!"

The situation took a subtle turn, with a trend of suspicion forming against Power 39.

Power 39 smiled and easily defused the crisis, "I've always kept my word. I just don't want certain people with ulterior motives to muddy the waters."

"Think about it yourselves. In the individual mode, how likely is it that all players belong to the same team? Take out your phones and calculate it."

Power 39 said, "To be honest, even if only one player is on a different team from us, I wouldn't have a problem with it."

The man with the single lensed glasses chimed in, "If you think about it, even in team mode, there are often players deliberately arranged as moles by Little broken game, let alone in individual mode. I lean towards the overall direction of the game being team mode, but there are 2-3 people with issues. Logically speaking, at the very least, each team should have one player for the team to have any meaning. What do you think?"

The Feng Shui Master opposed, "Logic is just logic in the end and cannot be the final conclusion. Judges don't just rely on logic to make a ruling; evidence is important. If you think there's a mole, then present the evidence. Otherwise, I have reason to suspect that you're trying to sow discord and ruin the good brotherly relationship we have."

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Thomas was tired of the Feng Shui Master's exaggerated acting and asked, "Even if you're from the government team, you wouldn't be caught even if you caught the mole and got rid of the others. Wouldn't that be better for you? Why are you so eager to defend yourself? Could it be that you're the mole?"

Everyone looked at the Feng Shui Master with suspicion.

Thomas made a valid point - only a mole would be afraid of others catching a mole.

But this seemingly earth-shattering statement played right into the Feng Shui Master's hands. He smiled and said, "You suspect me? Fine, I won't pretend anymore. I'll lay my cards on the table."

He took out a quartz watch from his pocket and put it on his wrist.

"You all know about the mechanical watches used by the A-3 special operations team of the Pure Land government, right?" the Feng Shui Master said, "I'm the leader of the A-3 special operations team, codenamed Wild Dog. What about the rest of you?"

Talking so much is useless; presenting evidence of your identity is the only thing that matters.

The Feng Shui Master deliberately made himself the center of attention, not only elevating his own status but also turning the tables on all the players.

Thomas was taken aback for a moment. Was this guy really from the government team?

Are you playing a double game?

Now it was the Feng Shui Master's turn to be tough. He said to Thomas, "What's your identity? Why are you suspecting me?"

Thomas coldly snorted and rolled up his sleeve to reveal his watch. "I'm no different from anyone else. I'm part of the A-5 special operations team, codenamed Hyena."

Power 39 glanced at the two of them and placed his watch on the table. "Codename Hot Dog, commander of the A-1 team."

The man with the single lensed glasses smiled slightly. "Codename Mad Dog, pleased to meet you."

He also had a watch.

The charming woman said, "A-7, codename Beautiful Dog."

The reporter said, "A-3, Flying Dog."

Many Drink Lava said, "A-2, Ice Dog."

Ghostly Child smiled and said, "A-0, Sweet Dog."

Xia Ling blinked and said, "A-0, Gu Dog."

Gu Chi said, "..."

There was one apple cider left. He picked up the watch expressionlessly and said, "A-5, Earth Dog."

Just now, all the players were on the government team.

Now, everyone had their own token.

And everyone's codename was a dog, in line with the Pure Land government's lowly behavior of not treating people as people.

Xia Ling's quartz watch was created by Gu Chi using the Speech Spirit Technique just now. What about the others' watches?

Gu Chi said, "..."

Power 39 said, "..."

Damn it.

You even prepared the tokens in advance, didn't you?

Apple cider couldn't help but comment, "You guys are really something."

He seriously suspected that since Power 39 proposed to split into teams the night before last, these guys had been secretly preparing.

After playing so many rounds of individual mode, he had never seen such a gathering of actors. They were all just acting!

"I don't like watches, so I won't wear it for now. You all know, that's enough." The charming woman put the watch in her handbag and smiled at Power 39, "What now?"

What now?

Of course, it's your turn!

Power 39 had already confirmed the first target before splitting into teams.The woman might have already guessed Gu Chi's identity, and she just tried to shift the blame onto him. If not her, then who?

Arguing further wouldn't solve anything. The weather is nice today, it's time to get to the point.

Although things didn't go exactly as he had planned, the general direction is still on track.

If it were just him, it would be difficult to control the situation after the players' tacit understanding. It would take some effort.

But now, it's not necessary to make it so complicated.

Li Liang 39 said meaningfully, "Do you know why I invited the Mr. Prophet to come and watch the battle?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the charming woman had a bad premonition.

She had been busy guessing whether the prophet was a player or not, thinking that if he was, she could cozy up to him and gain his trust, trying to survive until the end.

But she overlooked another possibility—what if someone else had already seen through the prophet's identity and reached an agreement with him?

If that were the case, wouldn't it mean that whoever was exposed would die?

Other players were also feeling nervous at this moment.

Talismans can be stolen, but the truth cannot be fabricated.

They couldn't afford to be investigated.

But at this moment, they absolutely couldn't show it. Being timid would mean being guilty, and being guilty would mean having a problem.

Just as Thomas Roundhouse Kick said, if they really belonged to the government camp, why would they be afraid of the prophet's divination and verification of their identities?

"You have thought it through," Feng Shui Master said, "You can deceive us, but you can't deceive Mr. Prophet."

"If it's not too much trouble, please ask Mr. Prophet to help us divine and see who the real mole is." He looked at Gu Chi very sincerely, but in his heart, he was praying: Prophet Dad, I'm offering incense to you here. Please don't investigate me, considering how hard I'm acting.

"We believe in Mr. Prophet's divination."

All the players turned to Gu Chi with brilliant smiles, as if they were a field of sunflowers in full bloom.

Gu Chi felt a little embarrassed.

Why would someone hand him the knife like this?

"Who wants to go first?" Gu Chi asked.

Li Liang 39 looked at everyone and asked in a questioning tone, "I think the lady should go first. What do you think?"

There were seven men among the ten players. Was there even a need to think about it?

The Feng Shui Master couldn't agree more, "Let the lady go first, after all, we are all gentlemen."

The journalist nodded, "That's right, gentlemen should give way to ladies. This is the etiquette of this era. As outsiders, we should follow local customs."

The man with the single eyeglass smiled and looked at Ghostly Child and Xia Ling in turn, "I personally believe in you, but a quick divination won't take much time. It's better to prove your identities early. We can quickly find the real mole, right?"

Who cares!

The charming woman was a little annoyed, but she couldn't refute it.

The man with the single eyeglass basically blocked their thoughts of avoiding the divination. If they showed even the slightest unwillingness, these men would probably treat them as moles without the need for the prophet's divination.

The charming woman could only smile and say, "Okay, then check us first."

She winked at Ghostly Child and Xia Ling, "I'm a bit older, so I should give way to the younger sisters. You go first?"

Crafty old woman... Ghostly Child muttered in her heart, then snorted, "Fine, I'll go. Who's afraid of who?"

She turned to Gu Chi, and a sweet smile appeared on her innocent face, "Please let Mr. Prophet check me first."

Gu Chi noticed the hand hidden at the side of the girl's leg, and her nails were slightly shining.

In fact, this was a good opportunity to send Ghostly Child out early, but he wasn't sure if Li Liang 39 would take action.

From Li Liang 39's perspective, he wouldn't easily target Ghostly Child and Xia Ling, nor would the other players.

After all, he was the one who vouched for them as the prophet.

Even if the two girls were really moles, they might not dare to act.

And aside from Ghostly Child and Xia Ling, Li Liang 39 suggested that the lady should go first, obviously wanting to target the charming woman, which also met Gu Chi's requirements.

The charming woman had been indifferent to him yesterday and didn't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with him, but today, she seemed like a different person, dropping all kinds of hints.

Ghostly Child could feel it, and as the person involved, Gu Chi naturally felt it more deeply.

The charming woman probably already guessed his identity.

Knowing so much, if you don't die, who will?

Gu Chi made a decision in his heart and closed his eyes in front of everyone, chanting in a mannered manner, "Respected Goddess of Fate, please tell me, which camp does the girl next to me belong to?"

"Is she a special agent of the Morning Embrace government, a follower of the Iris Church, or an undercover agent sent by the Vostar Corporation?"

【Dao Yun-1】

Focused on the four words "Morning Embrace government."

This was the reason Gu Chi wanted to casually recite this line.

Bringing out the "Goddess of Fate" would also make people subconsciously believe in the accuracy of the result.

The crystal ball on the table slowly floated up, emitting a soft purple light, then became completely transparent. The surface of the crystal ball was filled with a restrained purple light, which flowed into it and formed a flag in the center of the crystal ball.

The flag bore an image of a white dove soaring in the morning glow.

This was the flag of the Morning Embrace government.

Ghostly Child was fine.

The man with the single eyeglass smiled, "Just as I thought."

Everyone nodded and didn't forget to flatter, "To be able to divine this, Mr. Prophet is truly amazing!"The faint light at the fingertips of the Ghostly Child quietly dissipated, and her heart was full of emotion.

She never expected Gu Chi to protect her.

Especially when Gu Chi's first words were "the Goddess of Fate."

It was equivalent to telling them that the answer came from the gods, not the prophet himself.

The Ghostly Child had already prepared to face nine opponents alone.

She knew she would die for sure. Under normal circumstances, she couldn't possibly defeat so many people. But before she died, she could at least drag that annoying woman who tried to seduce the prophet down with her.

After all, her personal mission was already completed, so killing one more person wouldn't make a difference.

Little did she know that the prophet had changed the divination result for her, and had helped this church believer to deceive everyone.

The Ghostly Child looked at Gu Chi, her eyes shining brightly. She was more and more eager to leave a mark on this man's heart.

But now was clearly not the time.

She still had to play her part, or else it would be a waste of the prophet's efforts to defy the gods for her.

"You didn't doubt me just now, did you?" the Ghostly Child asked deliberately. "I am now a government special agent personally certified by the prophet."

The Apple Vinegar waved her hand, "Of course not."

The journalist said seriously, "A lively and lovely girl like you couldn't possibly have any bad intentions, right?"

The Feng Shui Master with the Lemon said, "Ah... next, next."

The second person Gu Chi checked was Xia Ling.

There was no doubt about the divination result. If the Ghostly Child had a problem, Xia Ling wouldn't have a problem.

But when it came to the charming woman, there was a big problem.

She had even flirted with Gu Chi in advance, "Prophet, I really believe in you, you say it and it's true."

Her words were full of implications.

But no matter how much she said, even if she made it clear that she would let Gu Chi do as he pleased tonight, it wouldn't change the final result.

A yellowed scarecrow appeared in the crystal ball.

Everyone: "?"

What does this mean?

The symbol of the Morning Government was the national flag, the Iris Church was the iris flower, and the Volstar Corporation was the test tube... what does a scarecrow mean?

"I know, this means the common people!" The Feng Shui Master without a faction suddenly realized, as if a light bulb lit up above his head. "In this game, there are four factions, in addition to the three major powers, there are also common people!"

Everyone suddenly understood.

Power 39 stared at the charming woman, "So, are you lying?"

Thomas smirked and said, "I knew there was a bad egg among us."

The Lava Drinker looked at the charming woman with disappointment, "I didn't expect you to be a traitor. I trusted you so much before."

The charming woman finally panicked, "No, no, there must be a mistake somewhere."

She looked at Gu Chi with a pleading gaze, "Prophet, please divine again, I really am from the government!"

Gu Chi said calmly, "I may be wrong, but the Goddess of Fate is never wrong."

This sentence undoubtedly sentenced the woman to death.

The man with the single eyeglass held a pocket watch and timely announced the woman's attributes, "151, everyone, please proceed."

The harmonious atmosphere took a sharp turn at this moment.

The charming woman couldn't understand. She had never shown any hostility towards Gu Chi from start to finish, and had even been trying to please him. Why would Gu Chi target her?

Whether Xia Ling's personal mission was fake or not, and the Ghostly Child's mission was clearly linked to the prophet, it could only be related to the church faction.

Since Gu Chi wanted to fake it to protect someone, why couldn't he protect one more person?

The charming woman was unwilling, but at this moment, there was no time left for her to fight for it. Seeing that the situation was irreparable, the panic and pleading in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a hint of fierceness.

The Ghostly Child had changed her attitude quickly the day before, but the charming woman was even faster than the Ghostly Child.

Her voice, which was soft and charming, suddenly turned fierce, "You never doubted this..."

"Boom!" A burst of explosive sound erupted, and Power 39 suddenly made a move without warning.

How could he let the woman finish speaking?

Anytime someone dared to question Gu Chi, he would immediately shut them up.

The charming woman didn't know that no matter what choice she made—whether to expose the prophet's identity or secretly take a side—the outcome would not change.

Her mistake was being too obvious, letting Gu Chi and Power 39 see through her intentions. Otherwise, she wouldn't be the first one to go.

Seeing that the woman was no longer playing along, Power 39 immediately threw a punch.

He was sitting opposite the woman, and this punch was unobstructed, plain and simple, yet incredibly fast.

Power 39's arm wasn't long enough to reach the charming woman while sitting still, but when his fist reached its target, a powerful gust of wind erupted from it, as if hitting a bull from behind a mountain, sending the woman flying more than ten meters away, flipping over chairs and stumbling to the ground.

"Poof!" The woman spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her exquisite dress and the deep cleavage in front of her.

It wasn't that she didn't try to block it, but she couldn't.

The most terrifying thing wasn't the power of this punch, but Power 39's control over his strength.

The round table was large, with all the players sitting in a circle, less than half a meter apart from each other. But Power 39 didn't harm the Apple Vinegar or the Ghostly Child sitting next to the woman at all. It was as if he had pulled out a block from a towering stack of blocks without knocking it over. The two of them only felt a breeze on their cheeks, blowing the strands of hair next to the Ghostly Child's ear. When they came to their senses, the woman next to them had already been sent flying.

Power 39's punch was fast and accurate!And he didn't use all his strength.

Otherwise, if he beat the woman to death, how could he drink the wine on this table?

The players were still shocked by the terrifying strength of Power 39, and Power 39 had already stepped over the round table and chased after.

At this moment, he was like a martial arts master - there was no special effect on his body, but he gave people a feeling of being fierce.

A punch went down as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Gu Chi felt that he had returned to his original state.

The charming woman covered her chest and cursed loudly, "A bunch of fools, idiots! Being played by others and still not aware of it!"

The players: "?"

How can she curse at people like that?

Can't she take a joke?

The figure of the Ghostly Child disappeared in her seat.

The Feng Shui Master also stood up and said, "Demon woman, shut up! How can we, brothers, tolerate your questioning!"

He immediately picked up the Bagua Plate and joined the fight.

The Vinegar Apple didn't hesitate to follow.

Thomas Roundhouse Kick, the journalist, and the lava drinker looked at each other and followed closely.

There were only three people left on this side of the round table.

Gu Chi, Xia Ling, and the man with the single eyeglass, Wind Trace.

Were the Feng Shui Master and the others really provoked by the charming woman's words "fools, idiots"?

Perhaps a little, but more so for the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

How could they possibly pass up the opportunity to kick a man when he's down?

With the strong and aggressive attitude of Power 39, no one wanted to snatch food from the tiger's mouth. Forcibly attacking Power 39 would undoubtedly offend him, and it wasn't worth it.

But the charming woman's disrespectful words gave them a reasonable reason to take action.

After all, some of them had a mission to kill.

Regardless of whether the woman was a civilian, they would do it first and think about it later!

Gu Chi looked up at Wind Trace and asked, "Why aren't you going?"

Wind Trace shook his head, "No need."

He had already made a basic judgment of each player's true camp based on the known information.

This area was the territory of the Iris Church. As the lord, the Iris Church would not want to see trouble in their territory.

They probably didn't even know that there were infiltrators from other camps in the Omega Area, otherwise, the Church would have taken care of it themselves, and it wouldn't be up to the players.

So the personal missions of the Church camp probably did not involve PVP.

In other words, among Ghostly Child, Xia Ling, the journalist, the vinegar apple, Thomas Roundhouse Kick, and the deceased Don't Surrender, three of them were from the Church camp.

Among them, the vinegar apple and Thomas Roundhouse Kick were obviously different from the others in the performance just now - they didn't even participate.

The former felt incomprehensible, and the latter was full of confidence, indicating that the two were most likely from the government camp.

With Power 39, three people were accounted for.

And Xia Ling had been by the "Prophet's" side as a personal maid, and Wind Trace found it hard to believe that she had no further relationship with the Prophet. The task of "learning Level 2 Divination" could not be trusted, so three people from the Church camp came out, namely Ghostly Child, the journalist, and the deceased Don't Surrender.

The charming woman was indeed a civilian because she had no mark on her wrist.

On the other hand, the lava drinker had always worn long sleeves, so he could temporarily be placed in the corporate camp.

The remaining three were the Prophet, Xia Ling, and the Feng Shui Master, with one more from the corporate camp.

His personal mission was to kill two players from the same camp, and his attributes were the lowest among all, which meant that his mission was definitely not difficult.

The lava drinker had an attribute of 120, so he could kill, but the Prophet had a total attribute of 999, so even if he calculated everything, he couldn't kill him.

The Feng Shui Master had a total attribute of 132, and Xia Ling had a total attribute of 105. Clearly, the personal maid was more in line with his mission difficulty.

Without a doubt, Xia Ling should be from the corporate camp.

The only point that Wind Trace didn't understand was that there was no mark number on Xia Ling's wrist, and there was no trace at all.

But that didn't matter.

It would be best if it wasn't Xia Ling, otherwise, with the help of the Prophet, his personal mission would be impossible to complete.

His target could only, and must, be the lava drinker and the Feng Shui Master. There was no chance for him, with a total attribute of only 107, to take the lead.

As it turned out, Wind Trace's choice was very correct.

The charming woman wasn't unable to take a joke.

She just understood that she was no match for Power 39. It was only a matter of time before she was killed one-on-one, and she wouldn't gain anything.

The charming woman didn't try to expose Gu Chi's identity again because even if she did, Power 39 wouldn't let her off.

At the moment when the other party suddenly made a move, the charming woman was certain that Power 39 and the Prophet were already on the same page and wouldn't change their target because of her words.

In that case, what was the point of exposing the Prophet's identity?

Would she dream of using her death to give these players who had thrown stones at her in the well a chance to win the game?

She might as well let the Prophet win, at least he was handsome.

So the charming woman chose to curse.

She wanted to attract other players to come and attack her, to find an opportunity to take out one of them, which was the last thing she could fight for herself.

If Wind Trace dared to go over, he would definitely be her first choice, as the other party had cut off her room for rebuttal.

Since Wind Trace wasn't there, she would choose to kill either the Feng Shui Master or the journalist.

That's what the charming woman thought, and that's what she did.

This battle happened very quickly.

When Power 39 chased after her, the charming woman decisively unleashed her ultimate move -【Ten Thousand Flower Illusion Formation lv10 (+3): Transform multiple illusions to confuse the target, up to a maximum of 100 (+30)】

With a charm value of 69, she was able to unleash the maximum power of this skill.

In an instant, more than a hundred charming women appeared on the lawn, turning Gu Chi's garden into a lively and romantic scene.

These women were dressed lightly, their clothes fluttering in the wind, their full figures on display. They danced in place, their flowing skirts revealing pairs of snow-white thighs, creating a fragrant breeze that tinted the air with a hint of pink.

Strength 39 charged into the group of dancers, unable to find the real woman for a moment. He ended up bursting several fake ones, but only the 18 points of mental defense made him feel a surge of blood and energy, making him want to grab the woman and rub her on the ground.

"Damn, this woman is really seductive!" Strength 39 cursed under his breath, took out a pill and felt a lot cooler.

This was why he felt he couldn't take on ten at once. Each player had their own tricks, and underestimating the opponent would only lead to a pointless death.

But in a one-on-one situation, Strength 39 was fearless.

The charming woman's illusion formation was indeed effective, but it couldn't hold him for too long.

The opponent didn't dare to show herself and fight him head-on, which meant the woman was doomed to lose.

More than a hundred dancers were nothing; he could easily take them down one by one!

Strength 39 was completely unafraid, but the other players were in a bit of trouble.

First was the Feng Shui Master.

As soon as he entered the group of women, his eyes glazed over, and his face turned an abnormal shade of red, his breathing becoming heavy.

He, too, was attempting to kill the dancers.

The Feng Shui Master held the Eight Trigrams Plate in his left hand, and a Tai Chi seal formed in his right palm, alternating between black and white.

But as it spun, the Tai Chi seal turned pink, and the palm went straight for the dancer's chest.

Next was the Vinegar-Drenched Apple.

He swung an epic-grade kitchen knife wildly, leaving afterimages with his arms, but the women in front of him were unharmed. Their flowing robes were torn to shreds, revealing a lot of skin.

The third person to enter was the Journalist.

He couldn't leave anymore.

His overall attributes were relatively low—101, with only 6 points in mental power.

When the charming woman's illusion formation was activated, a dancer happened to appear right in front of him. The journalist, caught off guard, inhaled a breath of fragrance, his eyes suddenly red. He grabbed the woman in front of him and began to indulge in her.

The woman interacted with him, gently pushing his head buried in her chest, shyly saying, "Sir, don't..."

Journalist: "I want to!"

He indulged himself.

Until there was a "chirp."

A sharp blade stabbed through his chest from behind.

The charming woman had appeared behind him at some point.

The journalist's movements came to a sudden stop, his hazy eyes suddenly clear.

Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he looked down, then widened his eyes in disbelief. "H-How...?"

"Why not?" the charming woman giggled. "Under the peony flower, you won't have lost too much."

"The experience just now should have been quite enjoyable, right? Don't forget my name, and I'll make you feel comfortable next time."

The woman pulled out the blade, and the journalist's chest spurted blood.

Player "I'm Really Not a Paparazzi" died, mission failed, remaining players: 10

Strength 39, who had noticed this scene, had already rushed over.

The charming woman knew she couldn't escape, so she flashed to the Feng Shui Master's side.

She wanted to change targets again!

The charming woman had never thought of running away from the beginning to the end. She naturally wanted to win, but she wasn't afraid to lose.

Unfortunately, Strength 39 was one step ahead.

Just as the charming woman's blade was about to strike, Strength 39's punch landed on her shoulder from the side, preventing the stab from reaching her heart, but still piercing through the Feng Shui Master's body.

The woman's shoulder was smashed, her originally fair and round shoulder caved in, bones shattered, flesh and blood blurred, even her collarbone was missing half. She flew out like she had been hit by a high-speed truck—yet she didn't touch the ground.

At this point, the woman was already doomed. Strength 39's punch contained terrifying power, almost shattering her skeleton.

But the process of death still took some time.

The Ghostly Child, who had been hiding nearby, revealed herself, smiling brightly as she raised her arm, slightly bending her fingers. Her nails were as sharp as thorns, and the charming woman flew over, hitting her hand.

The girl supported the woman's buttocks with her other hand, exerting force with her feet to resist the impact of the flying woman. Her shoe soles left two white marks on the lawn, stabilizing her figure.

Gu Chi looked up and saw the charming woman pinned to the Ghostly Child as if she had been pierced by steel nails. In the girl's hand, which pierced through the woman's chest, she held a bloody heart, shimmering with a crimson light in the sunlight.

Player "Don't Forget Me" died, mission failed, remaining players: 9

Obviously, the charming woman's head had been snatched by the girl at just the right moment.

Strength 39 didn't say anything. Snatching heads was a normal thing, and he, as a grown man, wouldn't get angry over such a small matter.

The first thing to do was to check the Feng Shui Master's injuries.

The Feng Shui Master was severely injured by the charming woman but not fatally.

The Ten Thousand Flower Illusion Formation dissipated with the woman's death. At this moment, the Feng Shui Master, holding the bloody hole in his chest, grimaced in pain, his features twisted."Damn it, she really is a witch," the feng shui master cursed under his breath.

Strength 39 hurried over, helped the feng shui master to sit up, and let him lean against himself, asking with concern, "How is it, are the injuries severe?"

The feng shui master replied, "It's okay, I'm not going to die...!!"

Before he could finish his sentence, a small knife had already quietly pierced into his heart from behind.

The tearing pain spread through his chest, and the feng shui master looked up at Strength 39 in disbelief. He tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, only blood gushed out, preventing him from uttering a single word.

"What, it's poisoned?!" Strength 39 exclaimed in grief and indignation, "This woman has gone too far, smearing poison on her weapon, such a lack of decency!"

Xia Ling: "......"

Gu Chi: "......"

Wind Without Trace: "......"

The feng shui master: "@#￥%￥%...!"

"Thud."

After convulsing for a moment, the feng shui master's head tilted, and he stopped breathing.

【Player "Feng Shui Master" has died, mission failed, remaining player count: 8】

Strength 39 sighed, seemingly expressing regret over the feng shui master's death.

He didn't feel any psychological burden.

With the feng shui master injured like this, living would be painful. The fact that he didn't heal immediately indicated he had no healing abilities, and other players were unlikely to help. It was better to end his suffering quickly.

Better to benefit oneself than to let others take advantage.

Besides, in individual mode, isn't it normal to occasionally betray someone?

He became one of the top players in the Do Nothing team not by being merciful.

Strength 39 dusted off his hands and casually returned to his seat.

Vinegar Apple, Drink More Lava, and Thomas Roundhouse Kick didn't gain anything, but they didn't lose out either.

They looked at each other, feeling it was a pity.

Why didn't anyone on their side get seriously injured?

Ghostly Child was the last to return. She went to the pool to wash the heart, then presented it to Gu Chi with a smile, "Mr. Prophet, this is for you, a parting gift."

A tiny rose was carved on the heart.

Gu Chi: "......"

Xia Ling: "......"

This girl seems to be really twisted.

"Thank you."

Gu Chi took the heart and placed it beside his mask.

More than Ghostly Child's personality, he was concerned about the process of this battle.

So many people fighting against one enchantress, and yet they managed to lose one of their own.

In a round where only one player should have been eliminated, three died instead.

If any one of Vinegar Apple's group had been stabbed by the enchantress, maybe another would have died.

It was supposed to be a united effort against the witch, but in reality, everyone was watching their own teammates.

Is this what it means to be a veteran player?

So dirty.

Luckily, I'm the prophet.

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