The Earth is Online

In the darkness, the young man with a dry, sullen look came up slowly from the stairs, and it was the Southeast Asian player Abdullah.

The white man looked at the two men and said frankly, "I was the first to come here. I have just been here for half a minute. This Tang is also here. This is the attic. I think the reason for you coming here should be the same as me." When he spoke, he cleared his relationship and explained his intentions. "I came to see, the body is still not there."

Tang Mo "I am also."

Abdullah looked at the two and said "the same."

The old man was silent and asked, "Go in together."

"it is good."

The old man's hand pressed on the door handle of the attic and gently twisted open. Dim light passes through the window and enters the attic. As the seams opened wider, Tang Mo’s eyes became more concentrated. But when he saw the body still parked in the attic, he felt a little relieved.

Abdullah "He is still there."

The old man of whites "I have no interest in this body."

Tang Mo "go out to see"

The people agreed with his suggestion "Okay."

There are two hours in the evening, but that doesn't mean that the player must stay outside the house for two hours. If you don't go out, it is allowed by the Black Tower. It will come back soon, and it will be allowed by the Black Tower. However, during the day, they have to face more than a dozen players. At night, there are only three players, making it easier to observe each other.

The three did not plan to act together, coming down from the attic and going to the stairs on the second floor, they were separated.

This is a rare opportunity to investigate the castle alone.

During the day, everyone’s conversations are held at the long table. Even if you go to search for clues, you must act with everyone. One is to ensure fairness, and the other is to prevent monsters from mixing in the player and sneaking out clues.

Tang Mo chose to go to the lobby on the first floor. The old man and Abdullah chose to go on the second floor.

When the three were separated, Tang Mo quietly looked up and looked at the backs of the two men. The old man of white chose to go to the left and right, and Abdullah chose to go right. The two didn't have any intersections, they just looked for clues on their own, as if they really didn't want to waste any time, cautiously trying to find out the truth.

Tang Mo went down the stairs and came to the long table.

In the center of the narrow wooden table, there are thirteen small puppets. On the back of the wooden chair, the names of Lena, David, Anatoly and Bai Ruoya were all removed. Whenever the night comes, the player throws the ticket and puts it on the table, and no one is going to control the whereabouts of these tickets. Tang Mo looked at the table carefully and found that there was no white ticket and no red ticket.

He walked through the chairs that each player had sat.

Then he went to the fireplace and turned over the thick ash. Go to the kitchen again and look carefully in the cupboard.

After half an hour, the footsteps of the cymbals sounded on the stairs. Tang Mo was holding a candlestick, and the dim candlelight reflected on his face, which was quite gloomy. He walked up the stairs with no expression, walked over the second floor, and walked up to the third floor. At the door of the attic, he stopped and brushed his head and looked down the stairs.

A gloomy face was faintly illuminated by candlelight.

Tang Mo silent for a moment "Your footsteps are very light."

Abdullah "I have been walking very lightly." After a while, "Oh, you will think that I am a monster because of this."

The ironic laughter heard the wrinkle of Tang Mo, he did not answer, turned and opened the door of the attic.

Looking at the scene inside the door, the next moment, Tang Mo turned back and his voice calmed. "You said, who stole the body?"

I saw the narrow, dark attic, and it was empty.

The body of Bai Ruoyao is gone.

Abdullah looked up. "What do you want to say is not what I stole."

Tang Mo holding a candlestick "is not me."

Abdullah, "Oh, that old guy."

Tang Mo sucked his nose and sniffed the smell in the air. There is only dusty dust that has been dusty for a long time, and there is no other taste. He held the candlestick and leaned down slightly, letting the light of the candle shine into the corner of the attic gate. Looking at the brown trace on the corner of the wooden door, Tang Mo reached out and gently wiped it.

Nothing has been erased, but it is wet.

Tang Mo "Where George went, the old man."

Abdullah’s dark eyes reflected a dim candlelight. “I didn’t see him.”

Tang Mo holds the candlestick and slightly evokes the lips. "This is your blood, or his." The words have not been finished yet. A shrill sound of wind broke from the back of Tang Mo, and Tang Mo directly threw the candlestick up. Abdullah, a boxing candlestick, stood under the stairs and looked at Tang Mo with a cold, snake-like look.

This is the first time Tang Mo has seen him laugh, his smile is sinister, and he is very surprised in the dark.

"Anyway you are dying, ask so much."

After the last word is finished, the fist arrives as scheduled. When this fist is about to reach Tang Mo, Abdullah has five fingers and becomes a claw-shaped, straightforward to Tang Mo’s heart. Tang Mo sideways to avoid, holding the stair railing in one hand. Abdullah’s claws were eagle-like, attacking like a shadow, and slamming into Tang.

His nails did not know when it turned black. He grabbed the stair railings with one claw and smashed the fingerprints of five fingers. At the touch of his nails, the wood makes a sizzling sound that quickly decays and melts.

Tang Mo did not dare to see it. He held it with his hand and rolled down the stairs to the second floor.

Abdullah caught up directly.

After the terrain was broadened, Tang Mo was no longer passive and he began to take the initiative to attack.

Abdullah is not strong, even thin, but his movements are fast. He is physically soft and attacks Tang Mo from all angles. When Tang Mo wants to meet him, he can bend his body to avoid and slide like a fish.

Another blow, Abdullah’s five fingers were deeply embedded in the wall.

This is the opportunity

Tang Mo’s eyes lit up and screamed. He pulled out a metal handrail from the castle stairs and stabbed him to Abdullah with a sharp head. Who knows the next second, Abdullah quickly pulled out the five fingers. The gloomy face showed a sly smile, and Tang Mo’s eyes widened and he knew that he was in the middle.

Abdullah screamed at Tang Mo and stabbed his heart. Tang Mo quickly avoided, but he was still taken to a large piece of meat on his waist. The place where the black nails touched, the flesh and blood began to rot and melt. Tang Mo did not hesitate to cut a large piece of meat. He said, "The place you attacked is a bit clever, and I have to get rid of this piece of meat."

Abdullah smiled coldly. "You are still smart. If you dig meat for a second, my abilities are definitely coming into your heart."

Tang Mo smiled and said, "You don't understand what I mean."

Abdullah ignored him and "give me death"

This time, Abdullah’s attack was more intense and rapid. He seems to have no time to entangle with Tang Mo, grab every minute and every second, crazy attack. Tang Mo was forced to retreat by him. He smashed the fireplace with one foot, and the bricks of waste blocked the sight of Tang Mo. At this time, Abdullah immediately attacked, his claws were about to wear Tang Mo, but Tang Mo’s body suddenly bent in an incredible shape and escaped the attack.

Abdullah immediately understood that "this is your abilities" to find out the card of Tang Mo, Abdullah reveals a must-have expression. "No wonder the guy said, if you have no power, it is easy to die. Your fighting strength is not good at all."

Tang Mo did not have time to speak, and he was forced to retreat by the other side.

In the castle, Abdulla's claws left a paw print on the wall. The more crazy he is, the more he seems to stop killing Tang Mo, his abilities will be invalid. Hard, he forced Tang Mo to the corner of the stairs. Tang Mo is inevitable, and the black poisonous claws slammed straight into his chest.

However, at this moment, the sound of a metal impact sounded.

Abdullah widened his eyes and bowed his head in disbelief and looked at his right hand. I saw that the black nails clearly caught the chest of Tang Mo, but failed to take a step. Not only that, his fingers trembled slightly, the black nails gave a crisp squeak, and the three nails turned out to be broken.

"Impossible, you can't use props, unless it's a rare level of props, there can't be something that can stop my fingers."

The sound came to an abrupt end, and Tang Mo backed against the wall, wheezing and gasping. The sweat wet his cheeks, and his clothes were dyed dark red by the blood flowing down the waist.

Abdullah slowly lowered his head and looked at his abdomen.

I saw Tang Mo reaching out and using his posture like him, his right hand forward, and he wore his stomach. The only difference is that his claws touched Tang’s chest and was cracked by hard-iron things; Tang’s right-handed arm turned into a dark triangular weapon, and the cold weapon pierced straight. Abdullah's body.

A strong **** smell in the mouth, Abdullah red eyes, want to attack again. Tang Mo did not give him the opportunity to pull out the black weapon, which directly smashed the head of Abdullah.

The Southeast Asian player has a big mouth and a black-painted blood hole on his forehead. He was hoarse and wanted to say "you have two abilities", but the blood blocked his scorpion. He couldn’t say a word, he fell to the ground, and he didn’t breathe.

Tang Mo twitched his clothes and looked at his chest.

Tang Mo’s heart is a black steel skin. Slowly, the skin turned out to be the same, but there were five black fingerprints on it. The black toxin slowly invaded the body along the skin, and Tang Mo's eyes raised his right hand without awkwardly, and used a black weapon to remove the meat from the chest.

He snorted 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, there are blood on the floor left by the hundreds of pieces of meat from the American player David in the first two days.

Still no corpse of Bai Ruoyao.

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