It was not just the kp who intentionally blocked their reactions or something else. Except for Ai Qing who suddenly raised her head, the others were still staring at the form on the table, holding the dice in their hands, without any reaction.

Ai Qing stared at the table and saw the blood that Yue Jun spit out when he left the stage. After a long time, she slowly raised her head: "Are they dead?"

"Don't think of me as evil, ma'am."

KP looked behind Ai Qing with a smile, "After all, I haven't set such harsh rules with others."

Ai Qing suddenly turned around and saw two figures on the shabby sofa in the corner of the room. They were Yue Jun and his inspector. They were still alive.

But except for living, there is nothing left.

The pupils of his eyes no longer had the brilliance they once had. They were dilated and dull. He just sat sluggishly on the sofa, motionless, with saliva slowly dripping from the corners of his mouth.

The Walking Dead.

"Look, I said you are still alive, right?" KP smiled, "He just lost all his 'sanity'..."

"What's the difference between living like this and dying?"

"The difference is huge. Compared with the huge cost of losing one's life, it's just sacrificing some reason and losing some dignity. It doesn't even have a soul collapse. Find a nursing home with better conditions and you can recover in about five or six years.

come over.

I think the price I charged is quite merciful, right?”

KP glanced at Ai Qing's character card nonchalantly: "Compared to others, you need to worry about yourself more. After all, they just lost their minds when they died, and you..."

"Tsk."

Ai Qing made an unhappy sound, but didn't say anything else.

Just when kp was about to continue the game, his phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Um?"

He picked it up and looked at it, and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it seems that many viewers are dissatisfied with this ink-blot game..."

"Audience?" Ai Qing frowned.

"Didn't I say that?" KP smiled as if he had just remembered it: "This match is being broadcast live on the dark web border.

Now the number of followers around the world has reached 30,000, and the number of paid viewers is about to exceed 3,000! What a gratification! Ah, no need to worry, I have protected your privacy for the time being...but the opinions of the audience also need to be respected.

ah."

He pondered for a moment, as if he was worrying about something. After a long time, he sighed helplessly: "Okay, okay, let's update the version.

After all, my purpose is to allow you to better appreciate the fun of this story, rather than to discourage people with tedious numerical calculations and long rule books."

He paused and showed his signature smile: "Then, in compliance with the needs of the audience. From now on, the game will omit all the cumbersome processes of point casting and determination, and hand it over to the 'autonomous probability determination terminal' for determination.

, comprehensive simulation of reality!

Everything is to bring players and audiences the most realistic gaming experience!”

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and announced compassionately: "Everyone, the gentle tutorial level is about to end. Next, the game will enter the hard difficulty level.

Huai Shi fell asleep.

Huaishi had a dream.

He could clearly feel that he was sinking into darkness and gradually falling downwards.

Pain, cold, hunger, loneliness, despair and numbness.

In this seemingly eternal darkness, countless thoughts emerged from my mind, as if I had been abandoned by the whole world, and I couldn't even find an inch of land where I could keep myself.

But in this desperate coldness, a gap seemed to open in the sky of the dark abyss.

From within, a divine light shines.

Like a ray of light from a lighthouse, it reflects the figure standing deeper in the darkness.

Huaishi couldn't see clearly that face, because the face was too handsome and solemn. Huaishi couldn't judge his age, because it seemed that the vicissitudes of the world and the innocence of a child existed at the same time. He couldn't even determine the gender of that person.

Because that kind of pure beauty seems to have transcended the category of gender and entered the sacred realm.

Just on that solemn robe, there was a trace of blood that was extremely inconsistent, tarnishing this sacred place. So, he fell from the paradise and fell into the abyss.

But no matter how deep the darkness is, it can't tarnish that pure white crown.

It is as if it was made by pouring out all the light in the world, with endless majesty and violence adorning it like gems, stinging every pair of eyes that dare to look at it.

At that moment, Huai Shi saw the figure slowly raising his eyes, looking up at the infinite world from the abyss.

Then, darkness rolled like a tide.

Countless hoarse voices overlapped in one place, turning into a deafening thunderous roar.

"Listen, this is the will of the White-crowned King; and fear the majesty of this God on earth!" It is like the abyss roaring: "The supreme will is declared here, you only need to listen; this is the decree of heaven.

Fortune, you just need to follow it!"

Immediately afterwards, everything came to a standstill.

It was as if the whole world was listening docilely to the words of that figure. Therefore, a low and soft voice sounded, and those calm words echoed in the abyss, arousing a huge frenzy, just like the aftermath of the rotation of stars.

"Today, I will erect a monument in a deserted land."

The supreme White-Crown King gave a decree: "Losts who have never surrendered to adversity and still have a glimmer of hope for the future. If you still have the courage, prove your strength and talent and go to this new continent.

Bar!

At that time, I will be waiting for you here together with this monument of rebellion."

Looking in the eternal silence, the supreme king laughed and declared:

"Our time is coming!"

At that moment, Huaishi woke up from her dream.

Sweating profusely.

There was a dull pain in his head, and he only felt faint. Not only him, but all the inspectors suddenly began to gasp violently, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

A faint sound of dice kept ringing, forcibly deducting a little bit of the sanity of all players.

But what is frightening is that at the moment of waking up, the memory of the dream quickly blurs and dissipates, until finally, except for a few fragments in a trance, it is difficult to recall the entire dream.

Except Huaishi.

"The White-crowned King?" Ai Qing asked in disbelief: "Are you sure he calls himself the White-crowned King?"

Huai Shi read the records in the Book of Destiny again: "That's right, is he an important person?"

Ai Qing asked back: "Hundreds of years ago, she single-handedly started the Great Immigration Movement, and combined with the Inca lineage and other second-rate lineages, started from scratch and created one of the six major American lineages today...the well-deserved 'natural enemy'

, do you think he is a third-rate person?"

Huai Shi was stunned.

Immediately he shivered.

Really trembling.

Why would I be involved in such a big boss matter even though I was just storing a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone?

After reacting, he finally knew who Ai Qing was talking about.

The first ever ‘Fallen Morning Star’.

The former manager of the Holy Spirit Lineage was said to be one of the fallen gods. In his most glorious period, he held an extremely powerful position and was even known as the deputy king of heaven!

Thousands of years ago, he was the real master of this world. Thousands of years later, the miracles and changes he created still deeply affect the world.

In terms of pure correction value, he alone can achieve more than 30%!

One-third of the world was turbulent and changed because of him, and became what it is today under his will.

Even the rise of the Astronomical Society was after him.

Compared with such a high-ranking boss who knows where he is, a newbie like him is simply nothing!

So, why does he appear here?

It now appears that hundreds of years ago in 1620, the force that led Van Helsing and Parassus Serre into the same ship was precisely his handiwork.

"No, I'm afraid all the passengers are his handiwork."

Ai Qing covered her pain-relieving forehead and whispered almost like a moan: "It's 1620 now, Huai Shi... I should have thought of it earlier, I should have thought of it earlier."

"What comes to mind?"

She said no more and fell into silence, as if she was deep in thought.

Soon, Huai Shi heard a sharp scream coming from outside the door.

Then it turned into heartbroken cries.

"My Poppy...my Poppy...ahhhh!!!"

The old woman cried hoarsely: "Who killed my Bobby! Who! Oh, God, I curse you! I curse you! Your soul will be sealed in the eternal winter of Siberia...

Ah, my Poppy...my poor child...who on earth was so cruel to you..."
To be continued...