Chapter 161: Rose Factory

Thinking about what would happen between Bai Liu and Heart after the other timeline, Tang Er hit Heart with an expression that was, indescribably, complex and sympathetic.

But he quickly curbed his unnecessary excess of emotion and answered Heart's earlier question to him succinctly, "It should be this third level game, it's a new game that no one has gotten into yet."

Bai Liu has always been a fan of new games, especially when there are opponents, and his advantage in new games is put to maximum use.

"Rose Factory?" Heart rolled her eyes, a smile draped across her face, "It feels like a very romantic game, an indescribable match for your skill set, Mr. Hunter, I'm sure you'll have a good handle on killing the newcomer who stole my little witch in this game."

Heart looked at Tang Er with an obscure gaze and typed, "Mr. Hunter, I'll give you all the help I can, and I'm sure you can already fully feel my sincerity, but my only request is that absolutely no harm be done to the little witch, in or out of the game."

Tang Er hit a weird silence for a second - Liu Jiayi helped Bai Liu block his shot, and is now considered alive or dead.

Heart quickly removed her eyes from Tang Er hit's face, she didn't probe Tang Er hit's silence much, only just mentioned as if casually, "I heard, my little witch had a gunshot wound when she came into the game, I hope it doesn't happen again, Mr. Hunter."

She owed a smile with proper elegance, "She's the child I raised, very important to me, the slightest harm to her, it's a harsh reproach to me for failing to protect her, a disappointment to the happy future I had promised her, I don't want to see her pay the price for following someone she shouldn't have followed at all."

"I don't want her to be brought down by anyone else, so the adults who bring her down can be dealt with as you see fit."

Tang Er hit felt a familiar trickiness.

...... Heart This point of this woman s extreme shortness protection is really ...... making people feel very troublesome.

Liu Jiayi was now a member of her guild, and this woman seemed to have a lot of affection for Liu Jiayi, even if Liu Jiayi had explicitly defected from the guild, it seemed that Heart didn't care at all.

The league is about to start, Heart obviously needs Liu Jiayi as a team member, and only needs Liu Jiayi to return safely, her attitude has already been made clear - as long as Liu Jiayi returns safely, she can not pursue anything... ...

If he casually touched Liu Jiayi, Heart would definitely try to use her skills to hook up his identity background and take revenge on him - this woman already had the beginnings of doing so.

"These three are our guild combat excellent reservists." Heart sidestepped, allowing the three players who had been standing behind her to come forward and briefly introduced them, "They are all players who have trained with the little witch before, and know her skills and customary means of attack very well, and know very well how to control her without harming her."

Heart lifted up the brim of her hat, her pupils at the moment are the same light brown color as Su Yang, there is a kind of on her charming face, the eyes are so gentle that there is a kind of heart palpitations that make Tang Er fight familiar, even the voice and Su Yang are a few indescribable similarities:

"Mr. Hunter, I'm entrusting everything." She leaned her body forward slightly, those eyes becoming more and more like Su Yang's, and her voice began to become masculine.

Heart stood on her tiptoes and whispered intimately in Tang Er's beaten ear, "My witch, then, I ask you to bring back."

"Captain."

The captain's voice, which seemed to be real or fake and mixed with a fluttering smile, made Tang Er hit the ground with a jolt of sobriety.

Heart had already turned and walked away a long way, leaving him with only a very feminine back and a grumble-like chuckle, "Mr. Hunter is so wary of me, it's not like I've seen the whole of that face in your heart ......"

Tang Er's face darkened for a moment as he didn't say much to these Heart-brought players, and after carefully telling them to watch out for Bai Liu's overhanded money and not to make any money deals with him, the four entered the game together.

[The game "Rose Factory" has gathered players and the game will start soon ......]

Bai Liu opens his eyes in the game, and a small black screen TV in the multiplayer area lights up with a pop of electricity, showing Bai Liu's bloodstained face, followed by the simultaneous lighting of all five TVs around him.

The audience, after a brief moment of stupor at the reappearance of Bai Liu's legendary newcomer, who had been discussed in the forums for who knows how long, frantically flocked to Bai Liu's small TV.

"I'll go! It's too steep to go straight into a level 3 game and move up one game at a time!"

"I just saw Heart rounding up strung out players, it can't be him ......"

"Haven't you read the forums yet? Didn't you say that Bai Liu came in with a wounded little witch in his arms? If he's injured, Heart will definitely hang him! The King's Guild's team this year is built around the Little Witch's skills!"

"I see so many reserve players from the King's Guild, but last time Bai Liu won against the Scavenging Zombies, so this time, maybe it's okay too!"

Wang Shun looked at the person who appeared in that small TV next to that Bai Liu small TV with an extremely dark face - it was the Rose Hunter!

In terms of battle power alone, the hunter was harder to handle than those three reserve guild members combined.

However, these ordinary players were not familiar with Hunter, a player who had been hidden for a long time, and with Hunter hiding his panel, these ordinary spectators were not aware of Hunter's strength, and were still excitedly looking forward to an exciting sparring match - Bai Liu's previous comeback against overwhelming strength had caused many of the spectators to raise confidence and expectation in him.

But Wang Shun did watch the Rose Hunter's league.

The reason why these guilds were, until now, still paying high prices to hire hunters to participate in the league was because this person hadn't lost in the solo arena - it was a pugnacious, almost god-given strength.

Two years further back, the audience was not the same group of players who hadn't witnessed Hunter, and the moment Rose Hunter's bullet was fired, the audience had already begun to cheer for the victory he possessed - it was the subdued battle power of a top league player, not at all something that the current Bai Liu could fight against

In the league, Bai Liu would be dead if he met a hunter.

But in the game, there is still a silver lining - because there is a store system in the game, Bai Liu can use a lot of points to cash in props, used to disrupt or check the rhythm of the hunter's attack, to find a way to pass the game.

Although this is costly, it is the only way Bai Liu can go at the moment.

...... I don't know if Bai Liu's few points will hold up ......

Wang Shun was standing in front of Bai Liu's TV and was about to charge Bai Liu's TV when Heart suddenly brought a group of people into the viewing area of Bai Liu's TV.

The crowd spontaneously dispersed, giving a space at the front of Bai Liu's small TV to the sudden arrival of Heart.

Wang Shun vigilantly changed his appearance, pulling up his hood and stepping back, shrinking to the back of the crowd, but not backing away, but from a distance, frowning at the tilted head, bracing his face as if he were admiring the Heart of Bai Liu's little television.

The Empress's look of great interest in Bai Liu gave Wang Shun a very familiar, unsettling feeling ......

Heart turned over as she smiled and gave a slight bow to all of Bai Liu's viewers as if she was being polite, "Although I've interrupted your viewing, from now on, Bai Liu is officially designated as the King's Guild's number one enemy, and we're forbidding anyone from liking and charging him for favorites, so we hope you'll all be considerate of this. "

"We'll have the members of the King's Guild stand by Bai Liu's little TV until he falls into the Unknown Zone, and I'm sure you all don't want to get involved in the strife between us and him, so enjoy enjoying the other players' little TV."

Heart smiled and waved her hand downward, and the members behind her fell in line ably as she moved, lining up quickly at the edge of Bai Liu's small TV viewing area and standing in a wall of defense.

The King's Guild members in the direction of the human wall stood expressionlessly with their backs to their hands, the middle and high level of these guilds are extremely intimidating to ordinary players, even if the central hall can not harm each other, it is very difficult for these general audience to have the courage to cross this wall of people to give Bai Liu a point to charge.

And for those league players who are really interested in Bai Liu, risking offending the biggest guild in the game by liking Bai Liu when Heart is there and the league is still two months away isn't a very sensible thing to do.

Wang Bolt, who had been excluded from Bai Liu's small TV area by the wall of people, stood outside the small TV area with an ugly expression on his face, he pulled down the hood that hid his face, and looked distantly towards Bai Liu's small TV, which was guarded by the Queen of Heart, like an evil dragon, and which no one was able to touch.

This is going to be really bad ......

Not having enough points is not the second thing, Heart wants Bai Liu to fall directly into the [nameless area], this is to directly kill Bai Liu's game life ah ......

If you fall into that [nameless area], that place is full of bad small TV, TV screen is basically a snowflake noise, players live in it, is completely unable to see, and naturally can not distinguish who is who, but also because of this, the [nameless area] a spectator is not, no one cares about the players in the TV at all.

That's why this place is called the [Zone of the Nameless], because by dropping into this place, you lose your name and become just one of the millions of ordinary players who have no name and are dying.

If Bai Liu's small TV falls into the [nameless area] where the abandoned small TVs are piled up, even if the audience wants to like and charge Bai Liu, they can't find Bai Liu's small TV in the thousands of abandoned small TVs, and without liking and charging, Bai Liu's small TV can't come out from the [nameless area].

This enters a deadly cycle - once you fall into the Zone of Nowhere, even if the player enters a new game next time, the small TV will only start in the Zone of Nowhere, so as long as a player falls into the Zone of Nowhere, they can only struggle forever to become monsters or die in this abandoned screen with no one to watch the noise.

It really couldn't be simpler for a large guild to utilize its resources to block the upward mobility of a powerful newcomer, or else there wouldn't be so many powerful newcomers who chose to join the guild to be exploited by stealth instead of developing on their own.

Wang Shun, as one of the important mid-level personnel who had been helping the King's Guild sift through information and newcomers, was actually inwardly repulsed by this kind of oppression and monopolization - because that was also how he joined the Guild, having been coerced into entering the King's Guild after being informed of his skills.

However, no matter how much he disliked this kind of behavior, Wang Shun had to admit that in this situation, unless there was a guild of the same level as the King's Guild that was willing to come out and fight with the King's Guild for the sake of Bai Liu, this scene was insurmountable--Bai Liu would definitely fall into the [Nameless Zone] and enter a dead circle under the King's Guild's strict defense. Bai Liu will surely fall into the [Nameless Area] and enter the dead cycle of no one's attention under the King's Guild's tight defense.

But unfortunately, the guild owned by Bai Liu, the Carrion Eater's Guild, was still at least one league championship away from developing into a large guild of the level of the King's Guild.

Wang Shun has changed his appearance again, he has put on a mask and his gaze is deep as he heads somewhere behind the hall.

--He knew of a guild leader who might be interested in Bai Liu in this situation.

The richest guild in the game - the fifth guild, the Gamblers Union.

But before he can find reinforcements, Bai Liu must not be killed by the hunters.

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Meanwhile, the Temple of Laleye.

It was a small island beside the sea, or maybe small island is not a good enough description, it should be said that it was a corner of a huge abandoned old building that floated up to the shore from the depths of the sea.

Neat and filthy tall grayish-white stone pillars lay askew on the deep blue water, and swimming fish could be seen beneath the shifting waves devouring the decaying creepers on the dark green stone steps.

On top of the temple's grandiose stone steps, a man sitting motionless for a long time with a black hood and an ortho-cross spiral disk mask suddenly moved.

This startled the still gray deposits on his old black hood, and a seabird of unknown species that had nested on his shoulder.

Slowly and languidly, he removed the nest from his shoulder and placed it on the ancient, dust-covered stone tabletop in front of him.

The tiny looking bird hopped out of its nest and pecked his fingertips senselessly, and hopped back up to a card that was placed on a stone table, face down, and the bird looked with its own petite eyes at the idols that were seated around this stone table.

Around this masked figure sat eight godlike, oddly shaped, wet and slippery idols, the upper halves of which were of normal human appearance, while the lower halves were in the shape of all sorts of bizarre, uncontrollably frightening tentacles, stout fish tails, speckled bird feathers, and parasitic plant growths.

They closed their holy eyes, although just a statue, but it seems blasphemous, inviolable, there is a kind of ancient and sacred luster flow in their texture has been corroded by time, let a person dare not look directly, it is difficult to consider, as if more look at their ugly horror of the lower half of the body, will be uncontrollable to fall into madness, for these ancient gods to offer their souls, and cut their own throat and die.

The only thing to be thankful for was that these gods were still asleep, and the unfortunate thing was that it seemed as if they were asleep as if they were going to wake up the next moment.

These idols were perched on stone platforms with their eyes closed, and the lower half of this man, who sat motionless in his mask, also began to turn to stone, his toes covered with coiled snails, moss and dense, grass-green, rhizome tumors of unknown species of plants.

They were seated in a circle around an immense stone table.

The stone table was thick and ancient, full of potholes after weathering, and originally engraved on it, the monster of a giant octopus tentacle was so bizarre that it was exactly the same as the logo of the Dangerous Heretics Treatment Bureau.

Opposite this man sat a man who also wore a hood, but appeared much more laid back and neat than he was, his face hidden under a plain black hood, with only his white to transparent neck showing, and he reached out from under the hood with a bony hand to touch the damp cards that were face down on the table.

"The Seer." He spoke with what appeared to be a smirk, "This is the fourth night of this game of werewolf slaying we've been playing, who do you want to test?"

The seer sitting across from him was silent, the only sound being the rampant raging of huge waves lapping against the old temple.

"Do you need me to recap for you this whole werewolf slaying that you must be playing with me?" The man spoke nonchalantly, his fingers tapping on several other cards that had been turned over.

"The first night you verified nothing, I devolved a mermaid." The man's fingertips tapped slowly and methodically on a card of King Seiren with his eyes closed, "It was a peaceful night when no one died."

"On the second night, you tested a thief, I placed a mirror, and this night the werewolves, under your guidance, killed a guilty puppeteer and a villager suffering from a crime, sanctioning two [Sin Walkers], which is considered a victory for you."

"Night 3, you put down a [Witch] and [Cupid], and I put down [Blood Lingzhi], and this night you guided [Cupid], which is Liu Huai, to connect the [Werewolf] to the [Witch] and the Werewolf sanctioned the two [Sinwalkers], but [Cupid], the innocent, died because of the Werewolf as well, so this was the night that we It's a draw, you played a beautiful rivalry game."

The man's fingertips ran over the deck of cards on the tabletop, and in front of him was a card of the Joker who was smiling madly.

The joker on this card has the same reverse cross symbol painted under his right eye as the one on the back of this man's shirt.

The man's fingertips finally settled on a hunter's card entangled in rose vines, and he looked across the room, the sea breeze blowing his black tent up in a bulge.

"This up hunter card is the last god card you have that can be checked, prophet, are you going to check him this night?"

The prophet, whose lower half had been petrified, composed himself for a moment, and replied softly, "I will examine him; may I ask if he is a man, a god, or a monster?"

The person across from the prophet said with a smirk, "This hunter was originally going to become a god, and after being chosen by you as a hunter he became a human again, and now he's about to become a monster in his endless cycle of reincarnation."

"Prophet, are you sure you want to place this card? If either the werewolf or the hunter kills someone this game, you lose, and next night you'll only have yourself as a god card to put down - if the gods are all tainted, the werewolves will butcher the edge."

The seer closed his eyes, "Yes."

"Then I devolve a rose." The man across from the seer flipped over a card in front of himself, and he said softly, "I like the smell of it, and I think it goes well with your devolved hunter, it has an air of dying despair."

"- like the smell of a monster."

The flipped cardboard was a rose that had been placed in a long cylindrical glass vessel with drooping buds that felt like they were about to fade.