In the darkness,
A shriveled, gloomy young man slowly walked up the stairs.
It was the Southeast Asian player Abdullah.
The old man looked at the two people and confessed, "I was the first to come here.
Half a minute after I came, Tang also came. This is the attic.
I think you came here for the same reason as me. "He opened his mouth and explained his intentions.
"I'm here to see if the corpse is still there."
Tang Mo replied, "Me too."
Abdullah looked at the two people. "Same."
George was silent for a moment before asking, "Let's go in together?"
"Okay."
The old man's hand pressed against the door handle of the attic and gently twisted it. Dim light shone through the window,
Shooting into the attic. The gap in the door became wider and wider,
Tang Mo's eyes became more focused. But when he saw the corpse that was still in the attic, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Abdullah said, "He is still there."
The old man said, "I'm not interested in this body."
Tang Mo asked, "Let's go out and see?"
The group agreed with his suggestion. "Okay."
There were two hours in the evening but this didn't mean that
Players had to stay outside for two hours. Not going out was allowed by the black tower. Going out and coming back quickly was also allowed by the black tower. During the day, they had to face more than a dozen players. At night, there were only three people.
It was easier to observe each other.
However, the three people didn't intend to act together.
They came down from the attic.
They walked to the stairs on the second floor.
They separated.
This was a rare opportunity to investigate the castle alone.
During the day,
Everyone's conversations took place at the long table. Even if they were to search for clues, everyone had to act together. One was to ensure fairness and the second was to prevent monsters from sneaking into the players to clear clues.
Tang Mo chose to go to the lobby on the first floor while the old man and Abdullah chose to stroll around on the second floor.
As the three people separated, Tang Mo quietly looked up at the backs of the two people. The old man chose to go left while Abdullah chose to go right. The two of them didn't have any intersection and just looked for clues, as if they really didn't want to waste any time and carefully wanted to find out the truth.
Tang Mo walked down the stairs and came to the long table.
In the middle of the long and narrow wooden table, there were thirteen small wooden puppets. On the back of the wooden chair, the names of Lena, David, Anatoly and Bai Ruoyao were all crossed out. Whenever night fell, the players would place their votes on the table upside down, and no one would care about the whereabouts of these votes. Tang Mo looked carefully at the table and found that there weren't any white or red tickets.
He walked past each player's chair.
Then he went to the fireplace and turned over the thick ashes. He went to the kitchen and searched the cupboards carefully.
Half an hour later, the sound of footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Tang Mo was holding a candlestick and the dim candlelight shone on his face, making him look quite gloomy. Expressionless, he walked up the stairs, passed the second floor, and ascended to the third attic. At the door of the attic, he stopped and turned around to look at the bottom of the stairs.
A gloomy face was faintly illuminated by the candlelight.
Tang Mo was silent for a moment. "Your footsteps are light."
Abdullah replied, "I always walk lightly." After a moment, "Oh, do you think I am a monster because of this?"
Tang Mo frowned at the sarcastic laughter. He didn't answer and turned to open the door of the attic.
He stared at the scene inside the door. The next moment, Tang Mo turned back and asked in a calm voice, "Who stole the body?"
He saw that the narrow and dim attic was empty.
Bai Ruoyao's body was gone!
Abdullah looked up. "What do you want to say? I didn't steal it. "
Tang Mo held the candlestick. "It wasn't me either."
Abdullah stated, "Oh, it is that old man."
Tang Mo sniffed the air. There was only the smell of dust and no other smell. He held the candlestick and leaned down slightly, letting the light of the candle shine on the corner of the attic door. He looked at a brown mark on the corner of the wooden door and reached out to wipe it.
He couldn't wipe anything but it was wet.
Tang Mo asked, "Where did George go, that old man?"
Abdullah's dark eyes reflected the dim candlelight. "I didn't see him."
Tang Mo held the candlestick and his lips slightly curved. "Is this your blood or his …" He hadn't finished speaking when a harsh sound was heard from behind Tang Mo. Tang Mo directly threw the candlestick. Abdullah punched the candlestick and stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at Tang Mo with a cold, snake-like gaze.
This was the first time Tang Mo had seen him smile. His smile was gloomy and particularly strange in the dark.
"In any case, you are going to die. Why ask so much?"
Once the last word was said, the fist arrived as scheduled. Just as the fist was about to hit Tang Mo, Abdullah's fingers turned into claws and went straight for Tang Mo's heart. Tang Mo dodged sideways, one hand holding the handrail. Abdullah's claws turned into the shape of an eagle. His attacks were like shadows as he attacked Tang Mo.
His fingernails had turned black at some point. He grabbed the handrail with one claw and dug out five fingerprints on the handrail. Where his nails touched, the wood made a sizzling sound and quickly rotted and melted.
Tang Mo didn't dare be careless. He used his hand to roll along the handrail to the second floor.
Abdullah directly chased after him.
Once the terrain opened up, Tang Mo was no longer passive and started to take the initiative to attack.
Abdullah wasn't strong and was even a bit thin but his movements were extremely fast. His body was soft and attacked Tang Mo from all angles. Whenever Tang Mo was about to touch him, he could bend his body to avoid it.
There was another blow and Abdullah's fingers were deeply embedded in the wall.
This was the opportunity!
Tang Mo's eyes lit up and he shouted angrily. He pulled out a metal handrail of the castle stairs and stabbed it at Abdullah with its sharp end. Who knew that the next second, Abdullah would quickly pull out his fingers. There was a smile on his gloomy face. Tang Mo's eyes widened as he realised he had fallen into a trap.
Abdullah roared and attacked Tang Mo, stabbing his heart. Tang Mo quickly avoided but a large piece of flesh was still cut off from his waist. Where the black nails touched, the flesh began to rot and melt. Tang Mo didn't hesitate to cut off a large piece of flesh while kicking the other person.
The two men each took three steps back.
Tang Mo said, "The place you attacked was a bit coincidental and I had to cut off this piece of flesh."
Abdullah smiled coldly. "You are smart. If you had dug a second later, my poison would have entered your heart."
Tang Mo chuckled. "You don't understand what I mean."
Abdullah ignored him. "Die for me!"
This time, Abdullah's attacks were more intense and fast. He didn't seem to have time to tangle with Tang Mo. He seized every minute and second to attack crazily. Tang Mo was forced to retreat. Abdullah kicked the fireplace and the waste bricks blocked Tang Mo's line of sight. At this moment, he quickly attacked. His claws were about to stab Tang Mo when Tang Mo's body suddenly bent in an incredible shape, avoiding the blow.
Abdullah immediately understood. "So this is your ability?" Abdullah understood Tang Mo's cards and showed a determined expression. "No wonder the guy said that you would die easily if you didn't have an ability. Your combat strength isn't good at all. "
Tang Mo didn't have time to speak as he was forced to retreat.
In the castle, Abdullah's claws left claw marks on the walls. He became more and more crazy, as if his ability would fail if he didn't kill Tang Mo quickly. He finally forced Tang Mo into a corner of the stairs. Tang Mo couldn't avoid it and the black poisonous claws headed straight for his chest.
At this moment, there was the sound of metal colliding.
Abdullah's eyes widened and he looked down at his right hand with disbelief. He saw that the black nails had clearly grabbed Tang Mo's chest but couldn't enter. Not only that, but his fingers were also trembling slightly. His black fingernails emitted a crisp cracking sound as three of his fingernails actually broke off!
"Impossible, you can't use a prop. Unless it is a rare prop, there is no way that can stop my nails …"
Abdullah's voice stopped abruptly and he slowly lowered his head to look at his abdomen.
Tang Mo leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. Sweat wet his cheeks and his clothes were dyed dark red by the blood flowing from his waist.
Abdullah's pupils trembled as he looked at the sharp weapon that had pierced his body.
He saw Tang Mo reach out and use the same posture as him. His right hand moved forward and pierced Abdullah's stomach. The only difference was that when his claws touched Tang Mo's chest, they were broken by something as hard as iron. Tang Mo's right arm transformed into a dark triangular weapon, and the cold weapon pierced straight through Abdullah's body.
A strong taste of blood filled his mouth. Abdullah's eyes were red and he wanted to attack again. Tang Mo didn't give him a chance. He pulled out the black weapon and stabbed Abdullah's head.
The Southeast Asian player's mouth was wide open and there was a bloody hole in his forehead. His voice was hoarse. He wanted to say, "You actually have two abilities," but the blood clogged his throat. He couldn't say a word before he fell to the ground and stopped breathing.
Tang Mo's fingers trembled as he opened his clothes and looked at his chest.
[Ability: Genetic Recombination]
[Owner: Fu Wenduo (Reserve)]
[Type: Genotype]
[Function: Any cell in the body can be turned into steel. The formed steel body has the hardness of a rare prop. Recovery ability is accelerated, 100 times that of an ordinary human. Cells can be regenerated.]
[Level: Level 9]
[Restriction: The difficulty of evolution is extremely high.]
[Note: The last player with this ability became Eve.]
[Tang Mo version of the instructions: Can only be used once a day. Each use time is 30 seconds. Cell regeneration speed is 50 times that of an ordinary human and can last for 5 minutes. By the time I wrote this line, Tang Mo had already eaten Fu Wenduo's beep. He still hasn't paid!]
Tang Mo's chest was a piece of black steel skin. Slowly, this piece of skin returned to its original appearance, but there were still five black fingerprints on it. The black toxin slowly invaded the body along the skin. Tang Mo raised his right hand without blinking and used the black weapon to cut off the piece of flesh on his chest.
He grunted and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
After a minute of rest, Tang Mo went to the attic and opened the door.
In the quiet and empty attic, the floor was stained with blood from the hundreds of pieces of David's flesh from the last two days.
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