Zhong Yirou did not expect that what Yang Ming said was true.
But she couldn't feel any trace of An Wujiu's pretense, even when he was stitching up his wound. Before this, she had used many methods to test, and finally almost believed that the person in front of her had indeed lost her memory and had no intention of killing.
But now An Wujiu standing on the threshold of duel, except for his appearance, has no similarities with the previous him, full of oppression and provocation, obviously only a trace of blood left, but still looks like he is able to handle the duel with ease. Killing feels overwhelmingly exciting.
Patients with post-war stress disorder will not only become weak and dull, insomnia and dreaminess, degeneration of language function, emotional disturbance, and repeated flashes of intrusive memories when they were traumatized, but a small number of people will also have another extreme symptom—violence proneness. Anger, emotional instability, low empathy, hyperarousal.
The former is An Wujiu before, and the latter is him now.
There have been many incidents of retired mercenaries going crazy before, but public opinion at the time only regarded the social cases of shooting hundreds of people as terrorism caused by cyberpsychosis.
When man ceases to be entirely organic, man becomes less human, and human psychology ceases to be a concern.
Shen Ti in the duel threshold was not as shocked as the others imagined, on the contrary, a subtle smile appeared on his face.
The moment An Wujiu stabbed Shen Ti's eyes with the long knife, he turned sideways to avoid the attack, and leaned back at the moment An Wujiu slashed across, and picked up the steel rod on the ground while avoiding it. .
"Don't you want to give it to me?" An Wujiu still smiled.
"Twisted melons are not sweet." Armed with weapons, Shen Ti began to attack An Wujiu, and the end of the steel rod almost hit An Wujiu's head.
"I really want it, please."
An Wujiu didn't move, he just tilted his head, avoided it, and sneered.
"Who says it's not sweet, I just want to twist it."
Each of Shen Ti's blows was more violent than before.
Withdraw left, withdraw right, withdraw left again.
The huge sound of metal collisions exploded into fireworks.
The long knife blocked the steel rod.
The moment the two got very close, the tips of their noses were about to touch each other, An Wujiu suddenly stretched out his fingers towards Shen Ti, and the fingertips with force were very close to those eyes.
Shen Ti didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it, and looked directly into An Wujiu's eyes.
Finally, the hand stopped.
"You're testing me." An Wujiu said softly.
"Really?" Shen Ti just smiled, "You misunderstood."
The attack of the two is like a tango full of tension, the rhythm is aggressive, every step is pressing, and the moves are stalemate. But An Wujiu could see how hard the other party was exerting, he didn't want to be the one who was led in this dance.
In the end, he withdrew his hand, raised his leg, and kicked the steel rod in Shen Ti's hand directly out of the duel threshold. The moment it left the light curtain, the steel rod turned into green data and finally disappeared.
Facing Shen Ti, An Wujiu backed away slowly, holding the long knife with his left hand, the tip of the knife slid on the ground with a sound, blood was dripping from his right hand, and the blood fell drop by drop along the trajectory to the ground.
"You have a pretty face." He said blankly, "It's a pity that everything you do is boring."
He doesn't like being tempted.
"It's really boring." An Wujiu looked up, raised his hand and turned his wrist, the point of the knife was directly opposite. He just stabbed Shen Ti's knife into his chest.
The blood bar on the top of the head is directly cleared.
He threw the knife straight out, then raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, with a happy smile on his face.
"I lost, I admit defeat."
Everyone froze in place, no one could have imagined that this guy could be so crazy that he could solve himself.
"Shen Ti won this round of duel - An Wujiu's blood bar has been reduced by one, and the number of remaining blood bars: 1."
"Got it." An Wujiu lowered his head, took off his blood-stained T-shirt with one hand, shook the hair that only reached his shoulders, bit the top with his teeth, tore off the cloth strip, and used it as a bandage to tie it in place own injured hands and chest.
After taking off his clothes, Shen Ti discovered that the skin of An Wujiu's left chest had a pattern outlined by black lines, which was the same as the white flowers on his neck on the right side, they were peonies in full bloom.
After treating his own injuries, An Wujiu walked out from the duel threshold, the scarlet light curtain covered his naked skin, as if returning home bathed in blood.
An Wujiu, who was out of the game and died immediately with only one life left, has a self-confidence and momentum that ordinary people can't understand. He walked towards Yang Ming step by step, stood still in front of the stiff Yang Ming, stared at his pale face, and raised his hand to pin the hair blocking his cheeks behind his ears.
"You..." Yang Ming couldn't accept what was happening in front of him at all, "You..."
He had already decided that the terrible An Wujiu would never come back, and at this small duel threshold, he could completely kill An Wujiu without any effort.
Yang Ming restrained his anger and fear: "You really are lying!"
As if hearing a joke, An Wujiu was amused by him, "As for me, I have no impression of you at all. But—"
"Don't you remember me? If I really wanted to lie..."
An Wujiu lowered his head slightly, and whispered to him with innocent eyes, "You must have died a long time ago."
After finishing speaking, An Wujiu patted Yang Ming's shoulder, walked past him, turned around, smiled and said to everyone: "I know what you are thinking."
As he walked around, he imitated the tone of an outsider, "An Wujiu is lying! He really is the kind of person Yang Ming said, and now he has only one life left, as long as he proposes a duel to kill him."
"That's a good idea." An Wujiu turned his neck, "If I were you, I would definitely propose a duel right now."
As soon as the words fell, Liu Chengwei opened his mouth ready to move.
"Don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet."
"I'm also very puzzled about why I entered this broken game. I'm even more puzzled about my bullying appearance more than ten minutes ago." After speaking, he looked at Yang Ming, "Hey, you. Are you Have you met me? Explain to me, am I that stupid in the 'upper game' game you mentioned?"
Yang Ming's hand trembled slightly, he clenched it tightly, and then suddenly said to everyone: "Have you seen it, this is his true face! Must..."
"Stop." An Wujiu rolled his eyes and shook his head, "It is a precious virtue to ask and answer."
"Listen up, everyone." He seemed to be tired, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, bowed his body, held his chin with his uninjured hand, and said with an indifferent expression: "I heard that I seem to be the The player with the most points, I feel that you are very curious.
"Let me be blunt. The points reward I got in the last game was 50,000 points. Or, 50,000 holy coins."
He said the plan that he had planned long ago. Although he was puzzled by his good temper before, but fortunately he laid the groundwork step by step.
Everyone was stunned, no one could have imagined that the opponent's points for winning a game could be several times their own accumulated points.
Only Shen Ti narrowed his green eyes.
"As long as you don't start a duel with me, after the game is over, I will share the reward points from the last round of the game equally with everyone." He smiled generously, and pointed at Yang Ming with his hand again, "Listen, it is every A person, including the person who wants to kill me."
"You do the math, the equal score may be higher than the reward points you all won in this round of the game."
Facing this kind of temptation, it is difficult for anyone not to be tempted.
Yang Ming’s idea of equal distribution of supplies bought many people’s hearts, but the supplies in the game are always virtual. Although they can live for a while, participating in the game is for promotion and points, and they want to return to reality and become a real rich person. Points are still the hard currency in the game, no matter how they are calculated, they are more attractive than goods.
Liu Chengwei licked his lips, and said firmly: "Then you are happy, no one will challenge you to a duel, you can just fight with others."
An Wujiu smiled and said: "Of course not, I also assure you that as long as you agree to my request, I will never challenge you to a duel in this game."
He continued to incite: "I know, you are very afraid of me. To be honest, I seem to have some brain problems, and my personality is up and down, but it doesn't matter. What matters is that I am now a man with only one health bar. , Zero materials, guy who may die here at any time, my only thought is that I don’t want to die like this. You just need to agree to my request and leave me some room, and I will give you the points of the last round for free. Isn't that bad?"
With all kinds of foreshadowing, An Wujiu has indeed become the weakest person on the field, unable to plunder supplies, and unable to recover health, and without supplies, even if he does not fight, he will probably starve to death.
No hands needed at all.
"How do we know if you will lie to us? Mr. Yang has already said that you are not a vegetarian." Ueno boldly said something, but was quickly frightened by An Wujiu's terrifying eyes, "I... just Ask."
"So afraid of me? I don't eat people." An Wujiu made an innocent expression, "I still believe Yang Ming's words now, he just blows me up to the sky to set a target for you. .”
"When I first came in, I told you all to be peaceful and live together until the last day. You must not listen. Now I propose the second plan. You should think about it carefully."
No one dared to act rashly, An Wujiu didn't force her, just smiled.
"Don't worry, of course you have to be clear about money matters. So, let me make a written statement for you."
Zhong Yirou thought that he lost his memory and didn't know the various mechanisms in the game, so he reminded: "The system can be used as a third-party guarantee."
In the morning, she transferred 10,000 yuan from the total amount to let her have stitches, and now she has to use the reward points from the previous round to do business.
spendthrift. It really is a prodigal son.
"Can it still be like this?" An Wujiu showed a surprised expression, put his palms to his mouth, and shouted to the ceiling, "Hey, Shengyin."
Soon, the system responded to his voice, "Player An Wugui made an interaction request."
"Get me a contract document or something, and let everyone sign their fingerprints. If I don't give everyone points in the end, or start a duel with them, I will clear all points after the game is over, and you will be the same. If you violate the regulations, you will be punished." be punished."
"Wait a minute." Old Yu asked, "If you spent the last round of points, can we still get the money?"
An Wujiu snorted, "Understood, I'm afraid I'll use it, Shengyin, you add a word, whether it's useful or not, I will definitely give you all the reward points in the last round."
Shengyin said, "Once a player provides a points transaction in the system, no matter whether the player still has points or not, the points will be deducted after the transaction is completed."
"If the sum of the player's points is zero, the system will reach an arrears mode. Even if the player successfully survives in the arrears mode, the next round of the game will automatically add a huge disadvantage. Please be careful, players."
"I know, I know," An Wujiu yawned, "I looked at the statistics on my panel, I participated in four games, and the winning rate is 100%. They know whether the family is rich or not. Sign the contract."
"Generating the convention system."
Soon, a fluorescent blue virtual note appeared in front of him, on which An Wujiu's requests and promises were written.
[Player An Wujiu uses the points obtained in the previous game to exchange requests with other players: Do not initiate a duel request to An Wujiu in the game. All players who press their fingerprints are deemed to have accepted the agreement and will not receive an invitation to duel from An Wujiu, and they will be rewarded with the points that An Wujiu gained in the last round evenly according to the number of players. If any of the two parties violates the rules, they will accept the penalty of clearing the account points.
Party A: An Wugui Party B:]
"Is this the head office? Whoever signs it will give it to him."
An Wujiu had already pressed his fingerprint on Party A, and then looked at the others with a relaxed expression.
"50,000 points, if you all join, each person will have at least 7,000 points."