Chapter 221: As I write this line, Tang Mo has already eaten Fu Wenduo's ......

In the darkness, a shriveled, shady-looking young man walks slowly up the stairs, none other than Abdullah, the Southeast Asian player.

The old white man looked at the two men and confessed, "I was the first one here, and I've been here half a minute, and so has this Don. This is the attic, and I think you're here for the same reason I am." As soon as he opened his mouth, he set aside his relationship, stating his intention, "I'm here to see, if that body is still there."

Tang Mo: "Me too."

Abdullah gave the two men a look, "Same."

The old man, Qiao Zhi, was silent and asked, "Going in together?"

"Good."

The old man's hand pressed on the doorknob of the attic and gently twisted it open. Dim light streamed through the window and into the attic. The doorway opened wider and wider, and Tang Mo's gaze became more and more focused. But when he saw the body still resting in the attic, he was slightly relieved.

Abdullah: "He is still there."

Old white man: "I have little interest in this corpse."

Tang Mo: "Going out to see?"

The crowd agreed with his suggestion, "Good."

The night is two hours long, but that doesn't mean that the player has to stay out of the house for the full two hours. Not going out is allowed by the Black Tower, and going out and coming back soon is also allowed by the Black Tower. During the daytime, they had to face a dozen players, but at night, there were only three of them, so it was easier to observe each other.

The three didn't intend to act together, however, and as they descended from the attic and made their way to the stairway to the second floor, they separated.

This is a rare opportunity to investigate this castle alone.

During the day, all conversations take place at the long table. Even if you are searching for clues, you must act together. This is to ensure fairness, and also to prevent monsters from sneaking in and removing clues.

Tang Mo chose to go to the lobby on the first floor, while the old man and Abdullah chose to hang out on the second floor.

As the three men parted, Tang Mo glanced up quietly at their backs. The old white man had chosen to go left, and Abdullah had chosen to go right. The two men didn't cross paths, and were just looking 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 walks down the stairs to the long table.

In the center of a long, narrow wooden table, thirteen small puppets are placed. The names of Lena, David, Anatoly and Bai Ruoyao are crossed out on the wooden backs of the chairs. As night falls, the players cast their votes and put them on the table upside down, so no one cares what happens to them. Tang Mo looks at the table and realizes that there is not a single white or red vote.

One by one, he walked past the chairs where each player had sat.

Then he went to the fireplace and turned over the thick ashes. Went to the kitchen again and searched carefully in the cupboards.

Half an hour later, clattering footsteps sounded on the stairs. Tang Mo was carrying a candlestick, and the dim candlelight reflected on his face, making it look rather somber. He walked expressionlessly up the stairs, past the second floor and up to the third attic. At the doorway of the attic, he stopped and brushed his head back, looking down the stairs.

A grim face was vaguely illuminated by candlelight.

Tang Mo is silent for a moment, "You're light on your feet."

Abdullah : "I've always walked lightly." After a moment, "Oh, you'd think I'm a monster because of that?"

The sarcastic laugh made Tang Mo frown as he heard it, and without answering, he turned and opened the door to the loft.

Staring fixedly at the scene inside the door, the next moment Tang Mo turned back to her, her voice calm, "Who, do you think, stole the body?"

Only to see the narrow and dimly lit attic, he was empty.

Bai Ruoyao's body is missing!

Abdullah looked up abruptly, "What are you trying to say? I didn't steal it."

Tang Mo holds up the candlestick, "Not me either."

Abdullah : "Oh, it's the old man."

Tang Mo inhaled and sniffed the air. There was only the scent of dust that had been dusty for a long time, nothing else. He held up the candlestick and bent down slightly so that the candle's light shone into the corner of the attic door. Looking at a brown mark on the corner of the wooden door, Tang Mo reaches out and wipes it gently.

Can't wipe anything out anymore, but it's wet.

Tang Mo: "Where did Qiao Zhi go, that old man."

Abdullah's dark eyes reflected the dim candlelight, "I didn't see him."

Tang Mo held the candlestick, slightly hooked the corner of his lips: "This is your blood, or his ......" Before he finished speaking, a piercing sound of broken wind rang out from behind Tang Mo, Tang Mo threw the candlestick directly on his face. Abdullah smashed the candlestick with one punch and stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at Tang Mo with a gaze as cold as a snake.

It was the first time Tang Mo had ever seen him smile, and his grin was eerie and oozing, especially weird in the darkness.

"You're going to die anyway, so what's the point of asking."

As the last word is spoken, the fist arrives as expected. As the punch is about to hit Tang Mo, Abdullah opens his fingers into a claw and plucks out Tang Mo's heart. Tang Mo dodges and pushes down on the staircase railing with one hand. Abdullah's claws are like eagles, and his attacks are like shadows, coming thick and fast at Tang Mo.

His fingernails turned black at some point, and he grabbed the stair railing with one claw, actually gouging out fingerprints of five fingers in a raw manner. Where his nails touched, the wood made a zippy sound and quickly rotted and melted.

Tang Mo did not dare to be careless when he saw this, he used his hands to support himself and rolled down the stair railing to the second floor.

Abdullah went straight after him.

As the terrain opens up a bit, Tang Mo is no longer passive, he's on the offensive.

Abdullah isn't strong, he's even a bit scrawny, but he's fast. He is soft and soft, attacking Tang Mo from all angles, and whenever Tang Mo is about to touch him, he bends his body to avoid it, as if he were a swimming fish.

Another blow, and Abdullah's five fingers are embedded in the wall.

That's the opportunity!

Tang Mo's eyes light up, and with a cry of rage, she pulls out one of the metal handrails of the castle's staircase and thrusts the sharp end at Abdullah, who in the next moment quickly pulls out his five fingers. The next moment, Abdullah quickly pulls his fingers out, and with a sly smile on his grim face, Tang Mo's eyes widen as he realizes that he has been tricked.

Abdullah roars and attacks Tang Mo, stabbing him right in the heart. Tang Mo quickly dodged it, but he plucked a chunk of flesh from his waist. Where the black nails touched, the flesh began to rot and melt. Without hesitation, Tang Mo cuts off a chunk of flesh and kicks his opponent at the same time.

The two men each took three steps backwards.

Tang Mo : "There was some coincidence in where you attacked, causing me to have to pluck out this piece of flesh."

Abdullah smiled coldly, "You're still smart, if you had dug into the meat one second later, my alien poison would have definitely killed into your heart."

Tang Mo let out a soft laugh, "You don't know what I mean."

Abdullah ignored him, "Die!"

This time, Abdullah's attacks are more intense and rapid. He doesn't seem to have time to dwell on Tang Mo, seizing every second and attacking frantically. Tang Mo is forced back by him, and Abdullah kicks the fireplace to pieces, blocking Tang Mo's view of the waste bricks and tiles. At that moment, he attacks quickly. His claws are about to pierce Tang Mo, but his body suddenly bends in an uncanny shape to avoid the blow.

Abdullah immediately realized, "So this is your power?" Figuring out Tang Mo's bottom card, Abdullah showed an expression of determination. "No wonder that guy said that if you didn't have any special ability, you would die easily. Your fighting strength isn't good at all."

Tang Mo doesn't have time to talk as he's being pushed back by his opponent.

Inside the castle, Abdullah's claws leave a trail of claw marks on the walls. He grows more frantic, as if his powers will fail him if he doesn't kill Tang Mo soon. With great difficulty, he forces Tang Mo to a dead end on the stairs. Tang Mo was unable to avoid it, and his black claws came straight towards his chest.

However, just at this moment, a sound of metal clashing rang out.

Abdullah's eyes widened in disbelief as he lowered his head and looked at his right hand. Only to see that the black nails had clearly grasped Tang Mo's chest, but had not managed to get a step in. Not only that, his fingers trembled slightly, and the black nails made a crisp clicking sound, and three of the nails actually broke!

"Impossible, there's no way you could use a prop, unless it's a rare level prop, there's no way anything could stop my nails ......"

The voice ends abruptly, and Abdullah slowly lowers his head to his abdomen.

Tang Mo leaned his back against the wall, panting roughly in a wretched manner. Sweat dampened his cheeks, and his clothes were dyed a dark red by the blood flowing from his waist.

Abdullah's pupils fluttered softly as he looked at the sharp object that was stabbing into his body.

Only to see Tang Mo reaching out, using the same posture as him, his right hand moved forward and stabbed through his stomach. The only difference was that when his claws touched Tang Mo's chest, they were broken apart by something as hard as iron; Tang Mo's right arm transformed into a black, three-pronged sharp weapon, and the cold weapon stabbed straight through Abdullah's body.

With a strong taste of blood in his mouth, Abdullah's eyes reddened and he tried to attack again. Tang Mo doesn't give him a chance, pulling out his black weapon and stabbing Abdullah straight through the skull with his next blow.

The Southeast Asian player's mouth was wide open, and there was a black bloody hole on his forehead. He hoarsely tried to say the words "You even have two powers", but the blood blocked his voice. He couldn't utter a single word and collapsed on the ground, out of breath.

Tang Mo's fingers trembled as she pulled back her shirt and looked to her chest.

[Alien Power: Genetic Recombination]

[Owner: Fu Wenduo (reserve)]

[Type: Genotype]

[Function: Any cell of the body can be steeled, resulting in a steel body with rare prop-level hardness; accelerated recovery ability, 100 times that of a normal human; cells can be regenerated.]

[Grade: 9]

[Limitations: Extremely difficult to evolve.]

[Remarks: The last player to have this ability became Eve.]

[Tang Mo version instructions for use: can only be used once a day, each time for 30 seconds. Cell regeneration speed is 50 times that of a normal human, and can last up to 5 minutes. As I write this line, Tang Mo has already eaten Fu Wenduo's bleep-- and still won't pay for it!

Tang Mo's heart is a piece of black steel skin. Slowly, the skin turns into its original form, but there are still five black fingerprint marks on it. The black toxin slowly invades the body along the skin, and without blinking, Tang Mo raises his right hand and plucks out this piece of flesh from his chest with a black sharp instrument.

He stifled a grunt and wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

After a minute's rest, Tang Mo walks up to the loft and opens the door.

Inside the quiet, empty attic, the floor was left with blood stains from the hundreds of chunks of meat left by David, the American player, two days before.

There is no body of Bai Ruoyao.