Chapter 11 Honest Trading

Zhong Yirou did not expect that what Yang Ming said was true.

But she couldn't feel any trace of An Wu Jiu's previous disguise anyway, even when stitching up his wound. Before that, she had used many methods to test, and finally she almost believed that the person in front of her had indeed lost her memory and had no intention of killing.

But now An Wu Jiu, who is standing at the duel threshold, has no resemblance to him except for his appearance. He is full of oppression and provocation. Even though there is only a trace of blood left, he still looks like he is at ease. Killing feels incredibly exciting.

In addition to becoming weak and sluggish, insomnia and dreaming, deteriorating language functions, emotional disturbances, and repeated flashing of intrusive memories when traumatized, a small number of patients with post-war stress disorder will also experience another extreme symptom—violence. Irritability, emotional instability, reduced empathy, extreme arousal.

The former is the former An Wujiao, the latter is the current him.

There have been many incidents of retired mercenaries going mad before, but the public opinion at that time only regarded those social cases in which hundreds of people were shot as terrorism caused by cyber-psychosis.

When man ceases to be made entirely of organisms, man begins to resemble man, and human psychology ceases to be a matter of concern.

Shen Ti in the duel threshold was not as shocked as others imagined, on the contrary, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

At the moment when An Wujiu’s long knife stabbed Shen Ti’s eyes, he was close at hand and turned sideways, dodging the attack, and at the moment when An Wujiu slashed horizontally, he leaned back, and while avoiding, he picked up the steel rod on the ground. .

"Don't you want to give it to me?" An Wu Jiu still smiled.

"Twisted melons are not sweet." Also armed with weapons, Shen Ti started to attack An Wujiu, and one end of the steel rod almost hit An Wujiu's head.

"I really want it, please."

An Wu Jiu didn't move, just tilted his head and avoided it, sneering.

"Whoever said it's not sweet, I prefer to twist it."

Every blow of Shen Ti was more violent than before.

Back left, back right, back left.

Huge metal crashing sound exploded fireworks.

The long knife blocked the steel rod.

The moment the two were very close, the nose tips were about to touch, An Wu Jiu suddenly stretched out his fingers towards Shen Ti, his fingertips were close to those eyes.

Shen Ti didn't mean to dodge at all, and looked directly into An Wujiu's eyes.

Finally, the hand stopped.

"You are testing me." An Wu Jiu's voice was very soft.

"Really?" Shen Ti just smiled, "You misunderstood."

The attack of the two was like a tense tango, with aggressive rhythm, pressing step by step, and stalemate. But An Wu Jiu could see how much the other party did, he didn't want to be the one to be 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 Wu Jiu slowly retreated, holding the long knife in his left hand, the tip of the knife made a sound as it slid on the ground, blood dripped from his right hand, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop along the trajectory.

"You have a nice 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 Wu Jiu looked up, raised his hand and turned his wrist, the tip of the knife turned in the opposite direction. He just stabbed Shen Ti's knife into his chest.

The blood bar on the top of the head is cleared directly.

He threw the knife straight out, then raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender, with a happy smile on his face.

"I lost, I admit defeat."

Everyone was stunned on the spot, no one thought that this guy could be crazy enough to solve himself.

“Shen Ti wins this round of duel——An Wu Jiu’s blood bar is reduced by one, the remaining blood bar: 1.”

"Got it." An Wu Jiu lowered his head, took off the blood-stained T-shirt with one hand, shook the hair that only reached his shoulders, bit the shirt with his teeth, tore out a strip of cloth and used it as a bandage to fasten it. own injured hand and chest.

After taking off his clothes, Shen Ti found out that An Wu Jiu's left chest has a black line on the skin, and like the white flowers on his right neck, they are all peony in full bloom.

After taking care of his injuries, An Wu Jiu walked out from the duel threshold, a scarlet light curtain covered his naked skin, like returning home in blood.

An Wujiu, who had only one life left and died immediately, had a self-confidence and aura that ordinary people couldn't understand. He walked in the direction of Yang Ming step by step, stood still in front of Yang Ming, whose body was already stiff, stared at his pale face, raised his hand and tucked the hair covering his cheek behind his ear.

"You..." Yang Ming couldn't accept what was happening in front of him, "You..."

He had already believed that the terrifying An Wu Jiu would never come back, just at this small duel threshold, he could completely kill An Wu Jiu without any effort.

Yang Ming suppressed 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 Wu Jiu lowered his head slightly, and whispered to him with a simple look, "You must have died a long time ago."

After speaking, An Wu Jiu patted Yang Ming on the 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, just propose a duel to kill him."

"That's a good idea." An Wu Jiu 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 eagerly.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"I'm also puzzled about why I got into this shitty game. And I'm even more puzzled about how bullying I was ten minutes ago." After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Ming, "Hey, you. You're not Have you seen me? Explain to me, in the 'last game' game you said, am I that stupid?"

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! It must..."

"Stop." An Wujiu rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Ask what to answer is a precious virtue."

"Listen, everyone." He seemed to be tired, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, bowed his body, rested his chin with his uninjured hand, and said with an irrelevant expression: "I heard that I seem to be present at the scene. The player with the most points, I think you are very curious.

"Let me be blunt, the point reward I got in the last round was 50,000 points. In other words, 50,000 Saint Coins."

He said the plan that he had calculated a long time ago, and although he was puzzled by his previous good temper, fortunately he made a foreshadowing step by step.

Everyone was stunned, and no one would have thought that the opponent's winning points in a game could be several times the accumulated points of their own.

Only Shen Ti narrowed those green eyes.

"As long as you don't start a duel with me, after the game is over, I will share the points and rewards of my last round equally with you." He smiled generously, and pointed at Yang Ming with his hand, "Listen, it's every game. A person, including someone who is going to drive me to death."

"You do the math, it may be higher than the reward points you all won in this round of games."

Faced with this temptation, it is difficult for anyone not to be moved.

Yang Ming's previous proposal of equal distribution of materials has won many people's hearts, but the materials in the game are always virtual. Although they can live for a while, they participate in the game to advance and score points. They want to return to reality and become a real rich person, not to mention Points are still hard currency in the game, and they are more attractive than materials.

Liu Chengwei licked his lips and said stubbornly: "Then you are not cool, no one else is looking for a duel with you, you can just duel with others."

An Wujiu smiled and said, "Of course not, I also promise you that as long as you agree to my request, I will never start a duel against you in this game."

He continued to incite: "I know, you are very jealous of me, to be honest, it seems that I really have something wrong with my brain, and my personality is good and bad, but it doesn't matter, what matters is that I am a person with only one blood bar now. , the guy with zero supplies, 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, leave me some leeway, and I will give you the points of the last round in vain, Isn't that bad?"

Under all kinds of foreshadowing, An Wu Jiu has indeed become the weakest person on the field, unable to plunder supplies or restore health, and without supplies, even if he does not duel, he will likely starve to death.

No hands are needed at all.

"How do we know if you will lie to us? Mr. Yang has already said it, you are not a vegetarian." Ueno said boldly, but was quickly scared away 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, he just wants to set a target for you all, killing one is the other. ."

"When I first came in, I told you everyone to be peaceful and live together until the last day. You have to listen. Now I propose the second plan, you should think about it carefully."

No one dared to act rashly, An Wu Jiu didn't force it, just smiled.

"Don't worry, of course you have to be clear about money. In this way, I'll make a note for you."

Zhong Yirou thought that he had no memory and didn't know the various mechanics in the game, so she reminded: "The system can be a third-party guarantee."

In the morning, she transferred 10,000 stitches from the total amount, and now she has to use the last round of reward points to do business.

spendthrift. Truly a loser.

"Can this be?" An Wu Jiu showed a surprised expression, put his palm to his mouth, and shouted at the ceiling, "Hey, Shengyin."

Soon, the system responded to his voice, "Player An Wujiao made an interaction request."

"Get me a contract document or something, and let everyone put a handprint. If I don't give you points in the end, or I start a duel with them, after the game ends, all my points will be cleared, and you will be the same, if you violate the rules, you will be punished. be punished."

"Wait a minute." Lao 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, right? Shengyin, you add one more sentence, no matter if it's useful or not, it will definitely give you all the bonus points in the last round."

Shengyin said, "Once a player provides a point transaction in the system, regardless of whether the player still has points, the points will be deducted after the transaction is completed."

"If the total of the player's points is zero, the system will reach an arrears mode. Even if the player successfully survives in the arrears mode, a huge disadvantage will be automatically added to the next round of the game. Players please be careful."

"Got it, got it," An Wujiu yawned, "I looked at the data on my dashboard, I participated in four games, the winning rate is 100%, they all know whether the family is rich or not. Print the contract."

"Generating convention system."

Soon, a fluorescent blue virtual note appeared in front of him, with An Wujiu's demands and promises written on it.

[Player An Wujiu uses the points obtained in the previous round to exchange requests with other players: Do not initiate a duel request against An Wujiu in the game. All players who press the fingerprints are deemed to have accepted the agreement and will not receive an invitation to a duel from An Wu Jiu, and will receive An Wu Jiu's points from the previous round equally as a reward. If either of the two parties violates the rules, they will accept the penalty of clearing the account points.

Party A: An Wujiu Party B:]

"Is this the head office? Whoever signs it will give it to whoever."

An Wu Jiu has already pressed his fingerprints on Party A, and then looked at the others with a relaxed expression.

"50,000 points, if you all join, everyone will have at least 7,000 points."