Black Tower: The Pit is you!

The last chapter was not well written, so the stupid author rewrote it. If you've already bought it, don't worry, you won't have to pay for it again, you can just read it directly, it's a few hundred words more, and the content is completely different. I hope you'll re-read the last chapter before reading this one.

They must be no match for Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, otherwise they wouldn't have retraced their powers several times without killing them.

Only by preserving the life of their companion who could go back in time, could the other three of them possibly survive. However, at this time, the middle-aged man in the lead had set up a trap. Among these four people, the middle-aged man and the man with the knife were obviously the main attackers, while the other two were physically weaker and had been assisting from the side. When things fell apart, the middle-aged man shouted, "Lao Jiu, run!"

Lao Jiu rushed to escape, but he was not the stowaway with the ability to go back in time, the one who could really go back in time was the one who stayed behind to delay Fu Wenduo with the middle-aged man.

This trick was well hidden from Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo.

Almost instantly, the two of them decided that Lao Jiu was a player who could go back in time, and chased after him. At this moment, the real power possessor turns around and runs away, as long as he survives for a minute, he can go back in time and start all over again. But he never thought that Tang Mo would use "Mortal Death" when he was about to kill Lao Jiu.

[Alien Power: Mortal Termination]

[Owner: Bai Ruoyao (official player)]

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[Function: Eyes can see the black death aura wrapped around others ......]

When Tang Mo used this supernatural ability, he was horrified to find that the death aura on Lao Jiu's body was so light that there was barely a trace of it! His big match was about to split Lao Jiu's skull, and Lao Jiu was bound to die. But he actually won t die, that only means one thing ...... The player who can really go back in time is not Lao Jiu, there is someone else.

In a moment of desperation, Tang Mo directly used a very fast man ability to find the player who had turned around and fled.

"You didn't die unjustly." Tang Mo sighed softly as she looked at the stowaway whose body was cold.

Tang Mo uses a very fast man power that consumes two minutes of life for one second. Tang Mo has only used this power twice since he got it, and this is the second time. If Tang Mo was given another chance, he might not make the same choice again. Since the four players have been hiding behind the bungalow and have not attacked again, it is obvious that they have been shaken and do not intend to attack Tang Mo. They only want to live, but Tang Mo has found the clues he has left behind and has captured them.

Tang Mo didn't think twice as he examined the player's body.

The four stowaways didn't have anything extra with them, just a pistol, a long black knife and some small flying knives. Tang Mo handed these things to Fu Wen Sheng, and the little friend obediently put them away. Fu Wenduo fumbled with the clothes of the middle-aged strong man, suddenly his movement stopped and he took out something from the other man's pocket.

"...... bread?"

Tang Mo and Fu Wen immediately walked up.

Fu Wenduo handed them this white paper. The two men examined it, and Fu Wen said curiously, "What is this? Why did he write the word 'bread' on a piece of white paper? Does he want to eat bread?"

Fu Wenduo: "This piece of paper was taken out of his pants pocket and should have been used for another purpose."

The trio pondered for a while, but could not figure out why a powerful stowaway would put a piece of white paper with the word "bread" written on it in his pocket. Tang Mo looked down at the paper, trying to find some clues on it. At that moment, there was an exclamation from behind him: "Eh, what's this?!"

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo quickly turned their heads.

Fu Wen Sheng did not know when he had turned the body of the middle-aged man onto his back. The middle-aged man's back was facing upwards, Fu Wen Sheng ruffled the hair on the back of his head and looked at his neck in dismay. Tang Mo's eyes were aghast, and he hurriedly walked over. Just as he approached, his eyes stopped on the back of the strong man's neck, and he quickly saw the mark. Tang Mo was surprised, "......X?"

On the back of the middle-aged man's neck was a crimson "X" mark.

Tang Mo looked at the strange mark, a thought flashed through his mind and he quickly said, "Look at the other three, they might have this mark on their bodies as well."

"Yes!"

Tang Mo and Fu Wen immediately undressed the other three stowaways. As expected, the same red X marks were etched on the belly, back and thighs of the other three. The marks were made by knife cuts, and the blood had long since congealed into scars, two crossed scars reflected on the yellow skin of the yellow people, resembling a capital X. The other three had the same red X marks on their abdomen, back and thighs.

Tang Mo looked at the markings on these four people with a grave expression, and a sense of foreboding gradually welled up in his heart. "These four people sneaking up on us here, are they simply trying to ambush players passing by here, or are they specifically targeting us. This X, could there be some sort of special ......"

"Not X."

Tang Mo bristled and raised his head to look at Fu Wenduo.

Fu Wenduo looked at the mark on the back of the middle-aged strong man's neck, his gaze icy cold. He reached out his hand and pressed it against the mark, tracing along the scar. The order in which he traced the scars was different from a normal person's "X", he first wrote a "7" along the longest scar, and then he drew a short horizontal line in the middle of the "7". Then, he drew a short horizontal line in the middle of the 7.

Tang Mo looks at him as he writes the line on the ground and exclaims, "It's 7?!"

It's not an X, it's a barred 7!

Write down a number 7, then draw a horizontal bar in the center so that, when viewed diagonally, it does look like a handwritten X.

Fu Wenduo narrowed his eyes.

Tang Mo recalled a name in a split second. Before he could say that name out loud, he only heard Fu Wenduo coldly say, "...... is the Chosen."

Beijing's most powerful smuggler organization, Chosen. When Tang Mo first met Fu Wenduo three months ago, he asked him about Beijing, and Fu Wenduo told him just one name--

Chosen.

Beijing is not like Nanjing, where a powerful organization runs the entire city. There were many organizations in Beijing, including regular players, reservists, and stowaways. The most powerful of these organizations was called the Chosen.

Fu Wenduo picked up a pen and drew a logo of the Chosen Organization on the whiteboard of the gas station as he said, "I fought with Ruan Wangshu and Qi Heng once when I left Beijing four months ago." After a pause, he added, "Ruan Wangshu is the leader of Chosen, Qi Heng is one of Chosen's stowaways, the two are very powerful. There were only seven of them when this organization was first established, and all seven of them carved this mark on their bodies."

A number 7 with a horizontal bar.

Tang Mo calmly said, "Could it be a coincidence? This is only up to the seventh ring road of Beijing, far from the Chaoyang District. You said that the Chosen Organization's home base is in the Chaoyang District. After four months of development, their organization has grown, not only are there only stowaways, there are also official players and reservists. And if they really came to ambush us, how did they know that we were going back to Beijing today and that they knew our route?"

Fu Wenduo's hand taps lightly on the whiteboard.

Tang Mo quietly looked at him. Fu Wen voice did not dare to say anything, carefully looking at the two adults.

After a few seconds, Fu Wenduo looked at Tang Mo, his voice calm, "Do you think ...... it's a coincidence?"

Tang Mo looked at him steadily.

After a few moments, Tang Mo sighs and blurts out the answer, "I don't think so."

There are not that many coincidences in the world.

No matter how many members of the Chosen Organization had grown over the past four months, they hadn't grown to the point where they were all over Beijing. The Seventh Circle is a long way from the Chaoyang District, and these four stowaways traveled here specifically to ambush Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo. the four of them are indeed excellent assassins, as they possess the ability to travel back in time.

"That psychic ability can be used up to seven times a day. Obviously, they know about several of my powers, and with the one where I burned the bookshelf and laid out the clues, they've used the power at least five times to go back in time five times. Just for the sake of killing us, they had gone to great lengths to go back in time multiple times. If they were really just passing through, they would have given up at the first unsuccessful attempt. With two failures at most, they should have known that they had kicked the bucket and not attacked again and again."

Fu Wenduo looked at Tang Mo: "So they came here on purpose and then sneaked in."

Fu Wen asked in a loud voice, "Big brother, you used to have a grudge against them when you were in Beijing? They spent so much effort to make sure to kill you?"

"I didn't."

The answer was not what Tang Mo and Fu Wen had expected.

Tang Mo's face became more complicated after his surprise. He asked, "You didn't have a grudge against them, so you said you fought with their leader?"

Fu Wenduo : "That's more like a sparring match. I was the first player to clear the first floor of the Black Tower, and the whole world knows that I'm in China 1, in Beijing. This organization of theirs ...... is crazy. They're not like the Nanking group, who are single-mindedly trying to grow themselves and maintain the safety of Nanking. Nor are they like Atak, who only want to improve their strength and attack the tower as soon as possible. They won't kill Beijing players, but they will look for powerful players. Either join them or die."

Tang Mo: "So before you left Beijing, they approached you and wanted you to join the organization as well?"

"I'm a stowaway."

Tang Mo froze, quickly he nodded, "Yes, you are a stowaway."

A powerful stowaway joining a powerful organization of stowaways can be taken for granted any way.

However, Fu Wenduo is unlikely to join them, so a fight breaks out between them. It ended with Fu Wenduo leaving Beijing in one piece, and the Chosen people seemed to have suffered little damage.

Fu Wenduo : "After that time, Chosen and I came to an understanding that we all stayed out of each other's way. We didn't have a feud."

Fu Wen sounded puzzled, "Then why did they ...... this time?"

Fu Wenduo: "Are they really here to kill me?"

As these words fell, Tang Mo and Fu Wen were stunned.

Fu Wenduo also suddenly realized what he had just blurted out as a guess. His fingers gradually tightened, and his gaze was fixed on Tang Mo. He opened his lips and said word by word, "It was you they ambushed. After the two of us were separated, instead of coming to me, they came to you, attacked you, and tried to kill you. Tang Mo ...... Why did they want to kill you?"

Tang Mo, why do they want to kill you?

Tang Mo pursed his lips, his brain working quickly. The memories of those previous times when he went back in time, he could not possibly have them again. But the other party's last attack, Tang Mo clearly remembered that these few people did want to kill themselves. If they wanted to kill Fu Wenduo, they should have attacked Fu Wenduo instead of themselves after they separated. Attacking Fu Wenduo, who was alone, and killing Tang Mo first and then Fu Wenduo would have the same result.

They target themselves.

Numerous possibilities flashed through his mind, even considering whether or not his nemesis might be in the Chosen Organization. Finally, Tang Mo heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at Fu Wenduo seriously : "All of this is actually based on one question - why does the Chosen Organization know our location, know that we will be in Beijing today, and that we will be passing through here today."

Fu Wen sounded like he thought, "Could it be that someone in their organization possesses the supernatural ability to foretell the future?"

Tang Mo : "Then why didn't he foresee that all four of these people who came to attack me today would die here?"

Fu Wen opened his mouth, unable to give an explanation.

Maybe the precognitive's powers can only predict Tang Mo's location? But that wouldn't make sense.

"They shouldn't know me. Tang Mo is not famous, and the first player to clear the first and second floors of the Black Tower was you, not me." Tang Mo analyzed, "At most, my name might be known by the Chosen leader when I cleared the first floor of the Black Tower in hard mode. But then my name was Mo Mo, not Tang Mo. and he shouldn't have known who I was and that I would be with you."

Fu Wenduo looked at Tang Mo with a grave expression, and Tang Mo also looked at him.

The eyes of the two men met in the air, and almost at the same time they understood each other's meaning, and said in one voice--

"The Black Tower!"

Yes, only the Black Tower can know where Tang Mo is. And only the Black Tower can make a powerful organization kill a man without hesitation.

One day ago, the 80th Middle School in Beijing.

A bruised young woman stumbled into the school gates carrying a sickly pale teenager. As she walked through the gate, a black figure flashed past the athletic field and instantly arrived at the gate in the blink of an eye. It was a smirking young man who saw the bloodied, incomparably wretched woman and was about to open his mouth to mock her when suddenly his gaze landed on the teenager the woman was carrying.

The man's eyes widened in horror, "What's going on?" He ran up and hurriedly carried the teenager off.

Practicing Yu Zheng wiped the blood that flowed out of the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Black Tower Level 2 Difficulty Mode, dumbass, didn't you hear me?"

"Then there's no need to break your arms and legs, is there?!"

Qi Heng carried Ruan Wangshu on his back and ran as fast as he could into the school's infirmary. As soon as he entered, the female doctor inside looked at him in shock, her gaze falling directly on Ruan Wangshu behind him. "Crap? The left hand and right hand are gone, and so is the left leg? This is the rhythm of a human swine. Where are the head's arms and legs, bring them over and take a look. Maybe I can even make a specimen to admire every day."

Qi Heng said angrily, "Well still joking, the head is dying, the heartbeat is gone!"

Hearing this, the female doctor then sank her face and hurried over.

A minute later, practicing Yu Zheng limped into the infirmary. Without a word, she stepped aside and took herself a can of yellow banana wine, opened it and drank it. But her miserable face didn't look any better for it, and in no time at all, bright red blood stained her clothes. Qi Heng caught a glimpse of her horrified expression in his afterglow and realized, "Damn, what's that wound on your stomach again?!"

Without saying a word, Qi Heng rushed up and directly stripped the clothes of practicing Yu Zheng. The hottest female singer in China before the Earth went online first used her hands to block it, but she was too weak to move, so she could only allow her companion to strip her intimate undershirt, revealing the horrible gash on her abdomen.

A bowl-sized wound stretched across her flat belly, and her intestines had long since flowed halfway down, seemingly bitten off by something, leaving only half to be roughly shoved back into her stomach. Along the way, Yu Zheng practiced carrying Ruan Wangshu while covering his stomach with his left hand. Qi Heng also didn't expect to see such an injury, he froze for half a day, and finally took out two cans of Banana Wine from the cupboard in silence and started to treat it.

"Stupid, it hurts."

"Shit, shut the fuck up."

After working for more than an hour, the injuries of Ruan Wangshu and Practitioner Yu Zheng were stabilized.

The female doctor wiped the sweat on her forehead: "It will take ten or eight days for the hands and feet to grow back. Our head is not Fu Wenduo's pervert, who can grow back his hands and feet immediately. A-Zing should heal faster, and is expected to recover in five days. Eh what exactly is the difficult mode on the second level of the Black Tower, how come even you and the head have become like this?"

Qi Heng also looked curiously at practicing Yu Zheng.

This pure and beautiful jade singer coldly swept a glance at them and sneered, "Three big moles. Killing them is considered clearing the difficult mode. Escaping from under their hands and casually snatching a Huo Ji egg, this is Normal Mode."

"Just rats that can do that to you and the head?"

"What if every mole is at least as strong as Fu Wenduo?"

Qi Heng and the female doctor shut their mouths in unison and stopped talking.

Practicing Yu Zheng tried to stand up, but she had only just moved when she stifled a grunt of pain. The female doctor said, ''Don't move, the wound isn't healed yet. I told you what for to go through some difficult mode, who knows how that Mo Mo cleared the difficult mode in the first place. You and the head shouldn't have waited so long and hid it from the Black Tower to break in now. This is great, almost died in there."

"...... Mo Mo?"

The female doctor said, "Yeah, didn't the head say that there was a Mo Mo who cleared the first level of the Black Tower's hard mode, and that's why he wanted to try to break into the second level of the Black Tower's hard mode as well?"

Practicing Yu Zheng's expression suddenly went cold, "Mo Mo, Tang Mo. Mo Mo, Tang Mo ......"

Female doctor: "Who is Tang Mo?"

Practicing Yu Zheng slapped her palm on the bed in the infirmary, the crib was immediately shattered by her, and she herself accidentally fell on the floor. The female doctor and Qi Heng watched the scene in dismay, and after a few moments, they burst out laughing in unison.

Practicing Yu Zheng rose from the ground expressionlessly, however the next words she uttered stopped the female doctor and Qi Heng's smiles instantly.

"After we left the game, the Black Tower said it was going to reward me and the head world for being the first to clear the second level of the Black Tower's hard mode. That was an extra reward." After a pause, practicing Yu Zheng covered his stomach with one hand, the corner of his mouth hooked up in a cruel smile, "But the next second, the Black Tower told us ......"

"Dingdong! Players Ruan Wangshu , practicing Yu Zheng have successfully cleared the second level of the Black Tower (Hard Mode). As the first player in the world to clear the second level of the Black Tower (Hard Mode), they receive an additional reward' Huo Ji Egg Stranger ......"

"Tick-tock, data error!"

"Tick-tock, data error!"

......

"Dingdong! Data has been recovered. ' Huo Ji Egg Mo Mo ' has been acquired by player T. Player Ruan Wangshu , practicing Yu Zheng can choose to obtain a King's Gold Coin. Or ...... "After an eerie silence, the Black Tower's crisp childish voice seemed to be laced with a hint of an unintentional laugh as he said word for word, "Or may choose to obtain player T's coordinate information, the information is valid for ten days."

"Friendly reminder: player T is within the boundaries of China 1."

"Friendly reminder: ' Huo Ji Egg Mo Mo ' is a sustainable prop with rare quality."

"Dingdong! Please ask players Ruan Wangshu , practicing Yu Zheng to make their choices."