Victor? grinding sugar.

The cold evening wind blew from afar, sending the hair of the baby-faced young man flying in the air. Bai Ruoyao, with his hands in his pockets, still had that impish smile on his lips. No one could tell that this man had just said he wanted to kill Tang Mo. Tang Mo looked at him coldly, and Bai Ruoyao winked at him.

Fu Wen Sheng quickly pulls out his pistol and prepares to shoot the psycho, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo simultaneously reach out to block the gun.

Fu Xiaodi looked at his big brother and Tang Mo in confusion.

Tang Mo looked calm, unable to see any expression. Fu Wenduo, on the other hand, swept this crazy baby-faced young man up and down with a critical eye, as if he thought of something, slightly hooked the corner of his lips. Tang Mo ignored Bai Ruoyao and turned around to enter the restaurant. Just as he took two steps, Bai Ruoyao immediately followed him.

Whoosh!

Two sharp wind-breaking sounds rang out violently, and Bai Ruoyao took three steps backward.

A pitch-black metal sharp object was pressed against his left chest, and a small pink Yang San was pressed against his right chest. If he didn't run just now, these two things would have definitely stabbed two holes in his chest. Bai Ruoyao raised his hand innocently, "Hey, hey, you guys are ganging up on people."

The two men put away their weapons and entered the dining room.

Fu Wen Sound was still a bit depressed, he didn't understand why big brother and Tang didn't get rid of this asshole. This snake charmer had just said that he wanted to find a chance to kill Tang, so this kind of dangerous guy couldn't stay around. However, on second thought, he realized that Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo must have their reasons for making such a choice, and the most likely scenario was that they really couldn't get rid of and kill this snake charmer.

"...... This guy is that strong?"

Bai Ruoyao was the last one to enter the restaurant, and when he heard Fu Wen muttering in a very depressed voice, the smile on his lips widened.

This psycho is really strong.

Tang Mo feels this very strongly.

Fu Xiaodi didn't have too many encounters with him, so his feelings were not very deep. Bai Ruoyao's strength is definitely not inferior to Lian Yu Zheng, and even stronger than Lian Yu Zheng based on his hands alone, not counting his supernatural abilities. Unless Tang Mo can use "A Very Fast Man" to kill the opponent (provided Bai Ruoyao has no means to save his life), otherwise, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo can't kill him, he can run away. He can run away, run for a while, and then run back, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.

The most frightening thing in the world is not a strong opponent or a pig-like teammate, but a shameless psychopath who can't get rid of him like a piece of cowhide.

At the end of the night, Tang Mo sat down at a round table in the deepest part of the restaurant. Bai Ruoyao knew he wasn't welcome, and didn't come over to be disagreeable. He sat on the windowsill and closed his eyes, looking as if he were asleep. However, his body was tense, and if Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo made a move, he would react immediately.

"There's no need to ignore him. The more you ignore someone like him, the more he comes on. It's better to find a chance to get rid of him." Tang Mo's voice was calm, his hand tapping lightly on the table. They had more important things to consider than Bai Ruoyao: "Transparent Man seems to be the player."

With Bai Ruoyao's information, a layer of fog blocking the Transparent Man's body gradually cleared halfway.

Fu Wen said, "Transparent people are not really transparent, but they will suddenly appear and disappear. Because we didn't see them every time we arrived, that's why we thought they were transparent. They're not really transparent, they're players. Mu Huixue belongs to the Transparent People, and the Black Tower says that Mu Huixue is a player." Saying this, Fu Xiaodi paused, "Big Brother, Brother Tang, you guys also think that Mu Huixue is that 'Player Mu Hui ' that the Black Tower is talking about, right?"

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo nodded in unison.

The dim moonlight shines through the window, illuminating Tang Mo's half hazy face. "Ninety percent probability, Mu Hui is Mu Huixue. they are both players, they belong to the Transparent People camp for the time being, I guess. Every time you kill a 'meat pig player' the Transparent can get ten minutes of rest, Beijing has Transparent. According to Bai Ruoyao, there are also Transparent People in Tianjin. Mu Huixue belongs to Huaxia 3, which means Guangzhou also has Transparent People. Then ...... all of Huaxia, all over the world, there are Transparent People."

Fu Wen Sheng immediately realized, "There are transparent people in Nanking too?!" No sooner had the child finished speaking than he retorted, "That's impossible! Nanking was previously very well protected by our Nanking Group, if there was really an incident like this where a player was inexplicably killed, there's no way Team Xiao and Team Chai wouldn't know about it. Our Nanjing group does not have such intelligence."

Fu Wenduo : "Beijing and Shanghai, nothing like this has happened before."

Tang Mo and Fu Wen Sheng turned their heads in unison and looked at Fu Wenduo.

The dark-haired man followed Tang Mo's example and tapped his fingers on the tabletop. He stared in contemplation, and when he met Tang Mo's eyes, they knew in an instant that the other man was guessing the same thing he was.

This possibility, however, struck both men as too bizarre to be very palatable.

Fu Xiaodi's gaze flicked back and forth between Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo's, and he couldn't understand how his big brother and Tang started making eye contact again. What exactly are they talking about! Fu Wen Sound held his tongue for half a day, and was about to ask honestly when Tang Mo's fingers tapping on the tabletop stopped and uttered that answer, "There is only one possibility ...... Players from the Transparent People camp, before the Black Tower broadcast Mu Huixue's name globally, had never appeared on Earth before. ever."

The Fu Wen voice abruptly froze.

Not far away, Bai Ruoyao's eyelashes twitched and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"There are three kinds of players in this world - full players, reservists and stowaways. The Black Tower sang a song for her, in which the stowaways died, the reservists were eaten, and the official players didn't try hard enough, which the Black Tower greatly disliked. Besides these three types of players, it's Mu Huixue, which is the Transparent camp."

Fu Wen sound also thought of an answer, but he still didn't quite dare to believe it, "But besides these three, there is no other ......"

"Yes." Tang Mo looked at her little friend with a nervous face.

At this time, Fu Wenduo s low voice sounded, "At 8:00 am Beijing time on November 18, 2017, four hundred million players entered the game." Pausing for a moment, Fu Wenduo faintly said, "In addition to these four hundred million people, there are more than six billion humans ...... They are the fourth camp."

The air froze for a moment.

The answer is beyond absurd, but it is the only explanation that tells the truth.

Mu Huixue is not an official player, not a prepper, not a stowaway.

Who could she be then?

She was one of those six billion people who disappeared off the face of the earth six months ago.

Among those six billion people are Fu Wen's parents and Tang Mo's best friend. There are more than 90% of the world's population, and many memories that have been forgotten by the survivors. Half a year has passed, and everyone thought they were long dead. Fu Wen Sheng has long accepted the fact that all his relatives are gone and he has only one big brother left, but then someone tells him, "Your parents aren't dead at all, they're alive too, in another world".

However, Fu Wen Sheng was not happy at all, and he kept his head down. It had been a long time since he had cut his hair, and the long strands of hair blocked the look of the little friend.

Fu Wen Sheng stood up from his chair, his voice muffled, "Big brother, I'll go irrigate the water."

Fu Wenduo looked at the children attentively and nodded his head gently.

Fu Wen voice quickly ran away.

Tang Mo sits at the round table, not knowing what to think.

Suddenly, an off-key and unpleasant song sounded. Tang Mo bristled and turned his head to look at the doll-faced youth sitting on the windowsill resting with his eyes closed. Only to see Bai Ruoyao's eyes still closed, but his mouth was open, singing without a sound the nursery rhyme that the Black Pagoda had once sung for Mu Huixue.

"Three three stowaways, dead on the road.

Two by two preppers, being eaten.

One by one, full-fledged players, attacking towers without effort ......

Just you, just you.

The Black Tower likes you ...... The Black Tower likes you."

Bai Ruoyao's tune doesn't actually run, it's just that the nursery rhyme sounds pretty good sung in Heita's childish voice, sung by his voice, dark and full of treachery.

No one paid any attention to his song, and his voice rang over and over in the darkened dining room.

As the sun rose over the horizon and poured sunlight onto the earth, the Fu Wen sound, which had disappeared for the whole night, came out of the kitchen of the restaurant. The child's face was white, and when he returned to the dining room, he wilted and plopped down on the table, not wanting to speak. He just lay there for a few minutes, but he still couldn t help but look at his big brother, "Brother, my dad and my mom ...... will they be alive?"

"Will."

Fu Wenduo's voice was calm and undulating, as if he were speaking a fact. He only said one word, very cold. Fu Wen Sheng's eyes slowly brightened up. He had always believed in this big brother of his, and what Fu Wenduo said was never wrong. He must still be alive, he must still be alive!

Seeing the little friend recovering his spirit, Tang Mo shook his head helplessly. Tang Mo was also a bit hesitant when he guessed the possibility of the fourth player. He had once thought that his friend had died for half a year, but now he was suddenly told that his friend might still be alive. However, it was obvious that the competition between Transparent players was even more brutal, and the chances of his friend being alive were less than one in ten thousand.

"Wouldn't it have been better to have died six months ago when that Earth came online."

This is where Fu Wen's voice is sad, and this is where Tang Mo is torn.

Fu Wen Sheng thought that his parents might have died a long time ago. Even if they hadn't disappeared because of the Black Tower, there was a good chance that they had been killed as meat pigs and died while participating in the Black Tower game. The Black Tower Game for Transparent Players was anyone's guess as to what it was like, but that brutal time chart was proof that it was a much more terrifying world than Earth Players.

Encouraged by Tang Mo and his big brother, the child stops thinking too much. He wishes his parents were alive, but he wishes they weren't suffering so much.

It was dawn and the three were planning to move away.

But there is something that needs to be done.

Tang Mo glanced warily at the baby-faced youth sitting on the windowsill. Bai Ruoyao was still sitting there with his eyes closed, but everyone knew that he hadn't slept at all. Tang Mo's eyeballs moved as he leaned over to Fu Wen Sheng's ear and whispered. The child's face changed greatly, and he squirmed, "Brother Tang ......"

Tang Mo nodded at him.

Fu Wen Voice: "......"

The kid walked away depressed.

Fu Xiaodi was thinking about how to talk to this psychopath, who would have guessed that before he opened his mouth, Bai Ruoyao's droll voice rang out first: "Fu Wen Sheng? You actually used your real name." Bai Ruoyao opened his eyes, looked at the little friend who walked up to him, and then looked at Tang Mo, who was not far away, he was very aggrieved: "Tangtang, I trusted you so much, so you two knew each other in the Jeweled Corridor, and you acted out for me to see, and you teamed up to bully me alone... ..."

Tang Mo looked unchanged: "We didn't know each other at the time."

Bai Ruoyao didn't believe me: "Wow Tangtang, you lied to me again. You don't know this little brother, he is Fu Wen Sheng. Isn't the one next to you your teammate Fu Wenduo, his brother? Don't tell me that this is all a coincidence, and that cute little brother and that Mr. Stowaway are not brothers?"

Tang Mo raises an eyebrow, "Who told you his name was Fu Wenduo?"

Bai Ruoyao smiled cheekily, "Mr. A Fu Wenduo, Mr. B Tang Mo."

"His name is Victor."

Fu Wenduo's eyes swept over Tang Mo's body when he heard those three words.

Bai Ruoyao smiled even more broadly, he was about to say "Even though I'm cute you can't lie to me", Fu Xiaodi couldn't hold back and said stiffly, "You're hurt, aren't you."

Bai Ruoyao's smile lurched as he looked down at his little friend without saying a word.

Fu Wen voice: "My brother saw it."

Bai Ruoyao stared warily at Fu Wenduo.

Fu Wen declared, ''I can help you heal your wounds, my psychic ability is in this area. You told us important information, and my brother and Tang said that this is considered compensation for you. Your injuries should be rather serious, so with your physical quality you haven't recovered by now. You might have a prop that can heal wounds, but you don't want to use it, that prop would be too big to use on an injury like this."

Bai Ruoyao became interested, "Did your brother, or Tang Mo, tell you this too?"

"I guessed it myself."

Bai Ruoyao suddenly laughed.

Fu Wen voice: "You come with me, I'll help you with it."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Fu Wen's body trembled, the little friend swallowed his saliva, his lips trembled like chaff, but his mouth said, "You won't kill me."

Bai Ruoyao didn't deny it, he jumped off the windowsill and followed Fu Xiaodi towards the kitchen. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, and without turning around, he blurted out, "Tangtang, next time you want to support me I'll just say so. Look at the poor little brother, what kind of scared he is."

Tang Mo was not at all embarrassed by the revelation. He watched Bai Ruoyao enter the kitchen.

This person goes in, and he can also take out the book of powers to see if he got Ruan Wangshu's powers or not.

Tang Mo had gone to great lengths to get rid of Bai Ruoyao in order to look at his own book of supernatural powers, and his hand was in the air. His hand was in the middle of the air, Fu Wenduo saw this scene and calmly raised his steps to the outside of the restaurant, ready to leave space for Tang Mo. Seeing Fu Wenduo's back, Tang Mo's finger had already touched the spine of the book, but he suddenly stopped his movement.

Outside the window on a silent morning is the rustle of windblown leaves. The golden sunlight shines through the half-open door of the restaurant and shines on Fu Wenduo's hair. The black hair was dyed a layer of gold, the man's back was straight and upright, he was tall, and every step he took was the same distance.

Tang Mo's lips twitched and somehow he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "Victor."

Fu Wenduo's footsteps came to a violent halt.

It seemed like ten seconds had passed, and it seemed like ten years had passed.

Under the golden sunlight, the handsome man slowly turned his head, his dark eyes gazing at the young man. The two of them stared at each other silently, and in the other's silent but gentle gaze, Tang Mo's heart slowly calmed down.

After a long time, Fu Wenduo smiled and asked, "Grinding sugar?"

The world stood still for an instant.

Tang Mo's eyes widened, looking at the man in front of him with disbelief. Perhaps because he was too shocked, Tang Mo didn't realize that seeing him react like this, Fu Wenduo also sighed in relief, his tensed waist slowly relaxing.

Too many words came together in this moment. A kind of strange and astringent feeling rippled quickly in my heart, a little sweet, and a little astringent at the same time. All those words clogged up in his throat, a thousand words in the end, from the bottom of his heart, completely unable to hold back, Tang Mo laughed. This time, he asked, "Victor?"

Fu Wenduo also smiled, in the quiet small restaurant, a magnetic male voice like a lover's whisper, gently read out that name. As if he had already pronounced it countless times in private, his voice was nice and low.

"Grinding Sugar."