Who is squarely singled out these days.

On the west side of the second level of the underground parking lot, a blonde foreign woman kept pressing a piece of gauze into the boy's chest cavity, blood gurgled out, staining a piece of gauze red in a few seconds. In seconds, a piece of gauze was reddened. She pressed a new piece of gauze on, but the blood wouldn't stop. There was a huge gaping hole across the boy's heart, his ribs were broken, and the skin of his heart had been scraped by a sharp blade.

Although he hadn't completely pierced his heart, it would have been impossible for him to make it back to the base with this kind of injury before the Earth came online.

"It's useless. He's just an ordinary reservist, his physical quality is not as strong as a full-fledged player. Moreover, Electric Man's stab was very deep, even if it was me, I would definitely have to wait for death. Only a physique like Jacks' can survive this kind of injury."

The little fat man cried, "What should we do then Liu Chen ...... Will Liu Chen die?"

The foreign woman stopped the bleeding without answering.

It's hard to clear most of the blood out of his chest, but he can finally see all the wounds.

The foreign woman immediately said, "Tang Qiao , the needle."

Tang Qiao puts a medical sewing needle on the fire for two seconds and hands it over. Immediately, the foreign woman began to close the wound on the boy's heart. Her eyes are focused and she makes each stitch with great speed, but the bamboo stick boy's breathing is getting softer and softer, and his face is gradually turning white.

Tang Mo and Luo Feng Cheng were led by Jacks to the second basement level.

Jacks said, "The boy's injuries were really bad, he wasn't a full player and wasn't fit enough. I managed to carry him to the base, and Liz is stopping the bleeding. Liz was a medical doctor who studied at Fudan University, and our base has some basic medical equipment. But Liz said it's useless. The electric man almost ripped out his heart."

Tang Mo picks up the pace, "How long has he been injured?"

Jacks : "It must have been almost forty minutes since I carried him over here ....... I've been running as fast as I can from the west side."

There's no doubting Jacks' footwork, and he's definitely running as fast as he can without compromising the injury.

The trio finally made it to the makeshift operating room at the Atark base, and just as they entered, they heard a mid-sentence curse, "Shit!"

The tall blonde pressed her hands on Liu Chen's chest and squeezed vigorously.

Tang Qiao was wiping Liz's sweat, while the little fat boy was already crying and hiccuping with tears. On the surgical bed, the tall and thin boy was blue in the face, lying quietly on the bed, letting the blonde female doctor press on him one by one to do cardiac resuscitation, but never regained his breath.

Tang Mo rushed forward and pushed Tang Qiao and Liz away.

Fatty looked up, "Brother Mor!"

All three looked at him in dismay.

Tang Mo didn't have time to explain and took out a water drop-shaped gem from his pocket. As soon as he pressed the jewel onto Liu Chen's chest, blood slowly soaked the jewel, and a trace of warm white light emanated from the earthworm's tears, seeping in through the stitches in Liu Chen's chest.

Liz reacted in a flash and turned her head to look at Luo Fengcheng.

Luo Feng Cheng nodded to her and made a gesture that it was fine. He walked up and stood beside Tang Mo, looking at the earthworm tears in Tang Mo's hand.

"Ka-ching-"

The earthworm's tears cracked a thin slit, Liu Chen's face gradually reddened. Suddenly, his whole body coughed hard, Tang Mo sighed in relief and put the earthworm's tears into his pocket.

Little Fatty pounced on him excitedly, "Liu Chen!"

Liz and Tang Qiao also walked up to check on the Bamboo Boy.

Tang Mo made way for them, turned his head to look at Luo Feng Cheng, and said indifferently, "A prop. I got it when I participated in that copy game a few days ago, it can repair some of the more serious injuries, but it can only be used twice." To Tang Mo, the Earthworm's Tears were precious, but not the most important prop. Instead of letting Luo Feng Cheng guess something on his own, it would be better for him to take the initiative to say it out loud and still be able to half-true and hide some of his strength.

Luo Fengcheng smiled, "It's fine if you can cure him."

They looked at each other, and Tang Mo slowly smiled.

Tang Mo and Luo Feng Cheng had a very strange relationship, not enemies, but definitely not friends either.

In this world, Luo Fengcheng not only represents him alone, he also represents the entire Atark organization, he always has to think about the Atark organization. Tang Mo does not intend to join an organization that is so flamboyant, he needs companions, but not so many companions, or so many companions of the Radical Attack Tower.

Once you've actually participated in a tower attack game, you'll realize how horrible this game is.

Tang Mo would try to improve his strength, so that he wouldn't be passive once he encountered an accident. But he won't intentionally kill himself. This is Tang Mo's most recent rule of life, which is not to attack towers if he can help it.

The earthworm's tears saved Liu Chen's life for the time being, but his injuries were really too severe, and he passed out in a short time.

Zhao Ziang, the little fat man, wipes away his tears and walks over to Tang Mo. Tang Mo gave him a look, he nodded and followed Tang Mo out of the operating room. Luo Fengcheng gave the two of them a moment to communicate in private, so Tang Mo led Little Fatty to the corner of the parking lot, and after making sure that no one was around, he said, "What happened to Chen Shanshan and the others?"

Little Fatty had just cried for too long, and now his voice was a bit hoarse: "Brother Mor, we left the school the day after you left. Liu Chen and I went all the way, Shanshan and Feifei and the three of them went all the way, and we separated long ago. Liu Chen wanted to go home for a visit. He's a residential student and his home is in Jiading District, anyway, my parents are gone, so I'll go with him."

Tang Mo was slightly relieved to hear that Chen Shanshan was not in danger.

Little Fatty continued, "We ran into that murderous demon last night. His psychic abilities are very, very strong, the strongest I've ever seen. Every part of his body can radiate lightning, and all the nails and needles I had with me were useless against him. Liu Chen and I escaped for the whole night, but I didn't expect to be found by him at noon today. Luckily that foreign uncle happened to pass by and saved us, otherwise we would have died."

Tang Mo: "His name is Jacks. he didn't just happen to be passing by, he was specifically there to find the man who was after you." After a pause, Tang Mo thought: "Wait a minute, I heard Luo Feng Cheng say that this organization of stowaways is very famous in Shanghai recently, and that they are coming from the west. When you guys went west to Jiading District, you never heard the wind, so why are you still running west?"

Little Fatty had a bitter face, "When we left the school Shanshan said that we are all little children, and if there are bad people, they will definitely have bad intentions when they see us. So no matter what, don't get in touch with the crowd and be careful where you go. Liu Chen and I listened to her and didn't communicate much with the others. By the time we heard that there was a murderer out in the west it was already too late, Mor, so many people ran away, we ran behind instead."

Tang Mo came to his senses.

It's still a real botch-up.

Chen Shanshan's words are not without reason, especially the little fatso's lack of heart, really can't get in touch with people, three or two words can be brought away. For example, even now, Little Fatty has not realized that Tang Mo has now become "Mo Mo", and he is still very skillful in calling out "Brother Stranger" one by one.

As long as nothing happens, Chen Shanshan's idea is a good one. However, a murderer appeared and Fatty couldn't get any information without making contact with someone, which delayed his escape.

Tang Mo thought of something else: "You can move the knife?"

"Eh yes, how did you know that, Stranger?"

Tang Mo : "I heard it from Jacks. He said that when he arrived, he saw you move a knife quickly and cut off the stowaway's arm."

Little Fatty raised his right hand and pointed at the ground, Tang Mo looked in the direction of his finger. Only to see a large broken stone wobbling and levitating. It swayed from side to side in the air, as if it were a drunken man who couldn't find his way. Tang Mo watched steadily, and when the stone flew to a distance of one meter in front of him, suddenly, Tang Mo's eyes shrank.

The stone flew in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Bang--"

As the stone hit the ground, Little Fatty kept breathing roughly and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His fingers trembled slightly as he said, "About three days ago, I realized that I can slightly move some heavier things, but I still can't move nails or pins as freely as I can. For example, this important boulder, I can make it fly very fast within a meter, but I can't do it any farther. And it's so consuming that it can't be reused anytime soon."

Tang Mo nods appreciatively, "Very powerful psychic ability, perhaps even stronger in the future."

The little fat man laughed nervously and scratched his head.

Tang Mo wasn't comforting him, he truly felt that this ability was incredibly powerful.

Little Fatty's supernatural ability was strong in two ways, one was surprise. Just like just now, Tang Mo simply didn't expect this stone to instantly move in front of his eyes so quickly. If this was a knife, it might have stabbed him in the center of his eyebrow. It wouldn't have killed him, but he would have been seriously injured.

On the other hand, it was Little Fatty's psychic ability that was getting stronger.

Tang Mo had basically been acting alone since Earth came online. He didn't have any companions and didn't know if other people's powers would become stronger, but Little Fatty's powers had clearly become stronger and there was room for development in the future.

Tang Mo asked a few more questions and told Little Fatty to go back to the surgery to find his friend. He walked alone towards Luo Feng Cheng's office, his head lowered, secretly thinking.

Walking to the middle of the second level of the parking lot, Tang Mo looks around at the monitors. The on/off indicator lights on these monitors are all off, but Tang Mo bends down and takes a handful of small stones from the ground and breaks them all.

When the planet came online humanity lost electricity and was unable to make new power. The electricity that the Atak organization used now was from a small generator left behind in the mall itself, and they also used it very frugally, not usually using it at night. For example, Liz didn't use electricity when she operated on Bamboo Boy just now, either because there were no sterile conditions at all, so everything was kept simple, or because his injuries weren't something that could be cured with modern medical equipment.

After making sure no one was around, Tang Mo walked to a van, opened the door and stepped into the back seat.

He took the alien book out of the air and turned to the first page.

[Alien Power: Eating without Paying]

[Owner: Mo Mo]

[Type: Special]

[Function: Collecting psychic abilities]

[Remarks: each ......]

After carefully reading the text on the first page three times, Tang Mo turned to the second page.

[Alien Power: I'm just one spiritual field away from the protagonist]

[Owner: Qian Sankun (stowaway)]

......

[Level: 2, can store two inanimate objects]

[Restrictions: Only objects of the same type can be stored, and no life forms can be stored]

[Remarks: Qian Sankun does not know ......]

Tang Mo's eyes lingered on the two lines of "Level" and "Limitations" for a long time before he flipped the book to the third and fourth pages. After flipping through the entire eleven pages of the book, Tang Mo turned back to the first page and looked at his own powers.

"No levels or limits? ......" he muttered to himself with a frown.

Zhao Ziang's psychic ability had improved significantly, and Tang Mo's first thought was "psychic ability level". Among the ten psychic abilities he had collected, only Chen Shanshan's psychic ability was at level 3, while the others were all at level 1 or 2. Tang Mo did not know what kind of supernatural ability Little Fatty had, but he guessed that his level had definitely increased.

If psychic abilities can be progressed, that would also explain how the player should raid the Seven Tier Black Tower in the future.

The first tier of the Black Tower is so difficult that if players can't level up, they simply won't be able to cope with the even more terrifying tower attack games that follow. But ......

"With my powers, there are no levels or limitations." Tang Mo's finger rubbed lightly over the words "Eat, Wipe, and Don't Pay", "There are still limitations. For example, you can only get an ability if you kill someone, and you can only get an ability if you get something from someone without paying for it, these are all restrictions. Little Fatty's psychic ability I wasn't able to get in the first place should also be related to this restriction."

Tang Mo's brain was running fast, recalling every detail of the time he had claimed his powers from Little Fatty back at the City North Junior High School.

"Because he wouldn't give me the cookies?" As soon as that answer came out of her mouth, Tang Mo vetoed it herself, "It's not that simple."

I can't tell you why, but Tang Mo just doesn't think it's that simple. In order to verify his thoughts, he walked back to the operating room and found the little fat man sleeping on the side of the bed. He gently nudged him awake.

"Well who ...... is it, Stranger?" The little fat man rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Tang Mo shouted the little fat man out of the operating room and said, "Can I have the knife you used to cut off that man's arm, I want to see if I can find out anything new. Like why that group of stowaways of theirs were eating human hearts."

Without thinking, Fatty hurriedly pulled out a small knife from his pants belt and handed it to Tang Mo.

Tang Mo looked at him steadily, "You will give me this knife?"

Little Fatty looked at him uncertainly, "Why wouldn't I give it to you. It's just a knife, Brother Mor, take it."

Tang Mo takes the knife, and the little fat man runs back to the operating room.

After finding a hidden place and taking out the book, Tang Mo opened it to page twelve. As expected, it was blank. Little Fatty's powers did not appear.

Tang Mo closes the book and throws it into the air with an expressionless face.

Sure enough, with the pissy nature of this alien ability book that deliberately tossed itself around every time, since it didn't write about limitations, this limitation definitely wouldn't be that simple. He still needed to fumble around more before he could find out exactly what kind of alien ability he had.

Tang Mo found the city of Luofeng.

Luo Fengcheng didn't ask him how he went for so long, instead he directly took out a folder and handed it to him, ''We currently know that there are seven stowaways coming from the Suzhou side, at least seven. Eight days ago, two official players escaped into Shanghai from Suzhou, and the news of that group of stowaways came out of their mouths. According to them, the Murderous Demon Stowaways are ten in total, and have already killed at least a thousand players in Suzhou."

Tang Mo paused in his flipping of the folder and looked up at him, "Ten men, killing at least a thousand?"

"Full-fledged players and stowaways are stronger than reserves, and there are strong and weak powers amongst the players who possess them." Luo Fengcheng said, "Those ten people are at the top of the food chain. The vast majority of the ones they killed were reservists. At first, they were sneaking up on people who were left alone at night, and then they started killing during the day as well. They hugged the group, and only recently did they often act separately. And stranger ......"

Luo Fengcheng didn't call out Tang Mo's name as he coughed, "And even now, most people don't have the guts to kill."

Tang Mo understands this.

Earth went online and more than six billion people disappeared from the globe at once. The terrifying and treacherous Black Tower game loomed over every human being. But it's only been a month now, after all. The peaceful life of a month ago was still fresh in their minds, and it wasn't that many people didn't dare to kill, or wouldn't kill, they would go ahead and kill their own enemies, it was just that they couldn't help but hesitate when faced with the choice of having to kill.

It's this one hesitation that can backfire on you even if you're better than your opponent.

Those ten stowaways killed without blinking an eye and ate people's hearts. Just than mentally, almost all players can't fight against them and will die if they see them.

Tang Mo said, "At first it was a sneak attack, then they dared to kill people squarely. They are getting stronger."

The two looked at each other and agreed, "Eating people makes you stronger."

Tang Mo opened the folder given by Luo Feng Cheng and looked up the introduction of these seven people's abilities.

The Atak organization went the elite route, everyone was powerful, but there were only about twenty of them after all. Most of the people who had seen the murderous stowaways were dead. Luo Fengcheng had collected information on the three stowaways only after a long time.

"The first one is called Electric Man, which is the man who went after those two little kids this time." Luo Fengcheng said, "His real name is not to be examined for now, his supernatural ability is thunder and lightning, so I call him Electric Man. His electricity is so strong that it once split through a five-story residential building. The cooldown time of the ability is unknown, and when Jacks fought him, the shortest interval between his two strikes was thirty-two seconds." After a pause, he added, "I specifically instructed Jacks to remember to count the seconds, and thirty-two seconds is accurate."

Tang Mo looks to the second man, "Black belt?"

The name was strange, and Tang Mo looked to his ability. Seeing the man's ability instead froze him even more.

Luo Feng Cheng said: ''Yes, this black belt has unknown psychic abilities, every time he appears, there must be a stowaway around him as his bodyguard, and he uses a gun himself. His eyes are wrapped up with a black silk belt, I named him Black Belt. But he's not blind, wrapped in a very thick black band of cloth, he can still walk normally. I'm guessing that the fact that his powers are not aggressive has something to do with his eyes."

A very strange psychic ability indeed.

Tang Mo looks again at the third man.

Luo Fengcheng: "This is the simplest, his nickname is Godspeed. His supernatural ability is to be fast, extremely fast."

Tang Mo: "How fast."

Luo Feng Cheng picked up a water cup from the table. Before Tang Mo could react, Luo Feng Cheng quickly raised his right hand and suddenly smashed the water cup against the wall. With a bang, the ceramic water cup shattered into countless small pieces and landed on the floor.

Luo Fengcheng turned his head and said, "He's about that fast."

Tang Mo was deep in thought.

These three people, other than the black belt with unknown psychic abilities, the other two had very terrifying psychic abilities. If there were four more such terrifying people, then these seven people would definitely be very dangerous and powerful formidable enemies.

The next morning, Tang Qiao led Little Fatty to Tang Mo. the young woman dressed all in black had a cold expression as she said, "He said he wanted to see you for something."

Tang Mo glances at Tang Qiao, who quietly turns away.

Zhao Ziang stepped forward and said, "Brother Mor, I've thought it over, I'm going to join the Atark organization."

Tang Mo didn't object when he asked, "Have you thought about it and why?"

Little Fatty had a serious look on his face: ''My psychic ability is not strong enough to protect me and my friends. All of my family is gone, Brother Mor, you don't know, when I left the school I swore that I would protect all of my remaining friends, including Liu Chen, Shanshan, and you, all of you."

Tang Mo did not think of this, he looked at the little fat man fixedly and gazed at him carefully.

"If Uncle Jacks hadn't come this time, Liu Chen would have died, and I might have died too. I thought I could slowly grow up to protect everyone, but now it looks like the path is too hard. That's why I want to join Atark, and like them, keep challenging the copies, improve my strength, and raid the Black Tower." After a pause, Little Fatty added, "And by entering the Atark organization, they can teach me fighting skills and teach me some game playing skills. It's also quite good."

Tang Mo did not want Little Fatty to take such a difficult and dangerous path, but looking at Little Fatty's determined expression, he did not say anything against it.

This is ultimately someone else's own path. Little Fatty is sixteen years old and should have his own judgment.

After saying this, Little Fatty added, "Oh yeah, I almost forgot to get to the point. Brother Mor, I want to go find Shanshan. this time when such a big thing happened, I think I should inform her, so that she can be careful of those people and not worry about Liu Chen and I."

This event shocked Tang Mo even more than the fact that Fatty was going to join Atak: "Can you reach Chen Shanshan?!"

Little Fatty shook his head, then nodded, "When we left school Shanshan said that cell phones and the internet don't work anymore, so once we're separated, it'll be hard for us to get in touch with each other in the future. So she said that if anything happens to any of us and we want to get in touch, we should go back to school and slip a note underneath the podium in Year 5 class. As long as the others go back and see the note, they will be able to find each other. Shanshan is a student of class V."

The little girl had thought it through so meticulously that she had even figured out where to hide her stuff.

"But Shanshan, they should be in the countryside by now, the word about the stowaways is spreading all over Shanghai, they'll probably be in hiding and won't come back to school to read the note. But I still want to leave her a message. If she hasn't gone to the countryside, I'd like her to be with us, it would be safer."

The countryside is not safe either. Yesterday, Tang Mo heard Luo Fengcheng say that that group of stowaways had slaughtered a village in Suzhou and killed a dozen people.

Tang Mo said, "No, she'll go back."

Fatty froze, "Why?"

"You consider Chen Shanshan a friend and want to get stronger to protect her. Likewise ...... you are her friend."

Without delay, Tang Mo writes a letter, stuffs it in her pocket, and prepares to head to Shibei Middle School.

Shibei Middle School is in Jing'an District, and Atak's base is in Pudong New District. With Tang Mo's current footwork, he can go there at noon and come back in the evening. Originally, Little Fatty was going to go with him, but Tang Mo said, "The stowaways know you. Not only you, but everyone in the Atak organization." Except for Lofthouse, who never left the house.

"I am now just an ordinary person who also lives in this mall at a snail's pace in their eyes, and eight | nine out of ten are reservists. There are a lot of players in this mall, quite a few have left recently, but there are still more than eighty of them. I'm going out alone, I'm a very small target, and there's a good chance they won't even notice me." Tang Mo said calmly, "Who knows, the stowaways haven't arranged for someone to watch the outside of this mall, just waiting for you, or a member of the Atak organization to go out."

Little Fatty heard this and did not follow. He drew Tang Mo a rough map of the school and told him where Year 5 was and how he was going to put the letter.

At twelve o'clock at noon, Tang Mo took a white sweatshirt from a major sportswear store on the second floor of the mall and wrinkled it on purpose. He wore a black sweatband and running shoes as he walked out of the mall.

From the outside, he looks like a nineteen-year-old college freshman, young and handsome, dressed in a tracksuit and ready to go for a workout run in the playground. Tang Mo's expression is very relaxed, and he walks neither too fast nor too slow, with a slightly light step. In a short while, he leaves the mall and walks toward the nearby factory district.

From Jacks, Tang Mo learned that there were several entrances to S-rank copies in this factory area. Not only members of the organization, but other players in the vicinity would often come here, enter the S-ranked copies, and challenge the quests and monsters inside.

Tang Mo circled around three intersections and finally walked into a factory. There was an entrance to an S-ranked copy right in this factory, and a normal person would have thought that he was going to challenge the copy, but Tang Mo waited for half an hour, left this factory through the back door, and headed towards Puxi.

All along the way he looked for isolated paths and shady alleys and walked at a very fast pace.

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon when I walked to Jing'an District. Tang Mo followed the path in his memory to find the Shibei School, and with his right hand on the short iron fence of the school's gate, he gently jumped and tumbled into the school. According to the map drawn by Fatty, Tang Mo found the first-year school building.

Chen Shanshan closed the security doors on the first floor of all the school buildings before he left, so that if anyone else ever entered the school, whether friend or foe, they would be able to find out at once when they returned to the school, and they could be well prepared.

Tang Mo broke the lock key with a slap and pushed the door open. He stopped as he walked up the first flight of stairs, turned around, and gently closed this door behind him.

Finding a classroom on the second floor for the fifth year, Tang Mo slipped the letter into a hidden compartment under the podium and turned to leave.

A snow-white sweatshirt made the dark-haired young man young, handsome and energetic. Tang Mo walked down the stairs with extremely light footsteps and walked step by step to this security door. He looked down at the position of the security door's latch and opened the bag he was carrying with him with an unchanged expression.

The campus was silent, the only sound was the wind blowing across the ground and the rustle of stones rolling.

Tang Mo puts her hand in her bag as if to reach for something.

In the empty school building, he stood alone on the first step, and did not push open the security door, just stood in front of him, pulling something out of his bag. Tang Mo didn't seem to find anything like that, and he felt around in his bag for a long time. After a minute, he lowered his head and looked into his backpack, as if he was seriously searching for something.

Just at the moment he lowered his head completely, with a brush sound, a small pink Yang San suddenly opened up and blocked Tang Mo's head, separating the large knife that was slashing at his head.

The scarred man with the knife froze for a moment and hurriedly jumped away with a foot on the stair railing, and in the next second, his body appeared five meters away.

"...... Transformation." The last two words were gently spat out, and with a flick of her wrist, Tang Mo slung the open little Yang San over her shoulder and looked up at the scarred man standing between the first and second floor staircase platforms.

It was a dark, thin man of one meter seven in height, and on the left side of his face was a nine centimeter-long scar that cut from the corner of his eye all the way down to his chin. He wore a black undershirt and held a long machete in his right hand, the corners of his mouth hooked up sorrowfully as he smiled at Tang Mo: "How did you know I was here?"

Tang Mo looked at him coldly, his fingers gripping the small Yang San's umbrella handle, "Intuition."

The scarred man laughed out loud, "I never believed in such pussy-whipped stuff as intuition."

Tang Mo asked rhetorically, "Why are you following me." To prevent stalking, he purposely waited thirty minutes in the factory before leaving.

"Stalking you ah ......" The scarred man s eyes straight Tang Mo s body turned around, and finally fell to his face. In an instant, all of his smiles disappeared, "I hate Taotie that kind of white boy the most, can't kill Taotie ...... can't kill you!"

The moment the words fell, the figure of the scarred man disappeared into the stairwell.

Tang Mo brandished the little Yang San of the Wolf Grandmother and blocked the left side of his body. The man's figure suddenly appeared on his left side, and a knife slashed on the hard umbrella surface, bursting out sparks of metal clashing. The opponent obviously did not expect Tang Mo to actually know where he was, and after this knife was stopped, his eyes instantly became even more violent, and his chopping speed became even faster. The shadow of the knife was dense and continuous.

Tang Mo resisted more and more.

He had guessed who this person was.

This is the "Godspeed" of the seven stowaways.

This man's speed was even faster than Luo Fengcheng said, perhaps because after the Atark Organization obtained his information, he had eaten some more players' hearts and his psychic abilities had gained a boost.

After Tang Mo's physical qualities were strengthened, his dynamic vision had reached a rather terrifying level, but he still couldn't see the figure of the scarred man, and relied more on the sound of the air breaking wind to judge the man's next move.

Tang Mo wasn't lying when she said she found the scarred man by intuition just now, but it wasn't accurate enough.

He felt as if someone was following him, but no matter how he searched, he couldn't find them along the way. If it was just ordinary stalking, Tang Mo could have not bothered. In the current world, there were indeed some players who would follow and rob other players to obtain more resources. But this person stalking him had followed him to the school building.

Tang Mo As he closed the security door of the school building, he quietly pulled out a piece of his own hair and stuck it between the cracks in the door. By the time he returned from putting out the mail, the hair had fallen to the ground.

He couldn't determine exactly where the person who was following him was, but there was a ninety percent chance that this person was still in the school building, just watching himself from the side. So he pretended to lower his head to look for something in his bag, but in fact, he had long since tightened his grip on Granny Wolf's little Yang San, while softly reciting the incantation.

The Scarred Man sees Tang Mo with his head down reaching for something and figures it's a good time to strike. Tang Mo takes the opportunity to open a small Yang San to block the attack and find the stalker.

Taking advantage of the narrow terrain of the stairwell, the Scarred Man kept changing his position, stepping on the wall, and rushing towards Tang Mo from all angles. Tang Mo's little Yang San never closed, and always had to be opened as a shield. But Scarred Man didn't give him any time to catch his breath.

He slashed again, this time in the opposite direction, and Tang Mo did not have time to turn Little Yang San around. His eyes narrowed, and a broken boulder appeared out of nowhere in front of Tang Mo, blocking the knife of the scarred man.

The scarred man put away his knife and suddenly realized, "This psychic ability is the same as what Lightning said about the little fat man yesterday, you're actually really an Atark!"

Tang Mo simply ignores him and finds the time to collect Yang San and stab Scarab with the tip of his umbrella.

The tip of Yang San's umbrella looks like ordinary plastic, the tip is rounded, not sharp at all. Scarred man | not at all thought, he slowly sidestepped to avoid, who expected this umbrella tip down, far from the tip cut through his arm, splashing blood beads.

The scarred man instantly did not dare to be careless anymore, he shouted angrily and with a stomp of his right foot, he disappeared on the steps once again.

Tang Mo and Scarab fought on the steps for a long time, while Big Knife and little Yang San collided again and again.

Granny Wolf's little Yang San is exactly the same as its functional profile: the umbrella surface is incredibly hard, so a knife can't penetrate it; the tip is extremely powerful, and Tang Mo stabbed through the wall with a single stroke of the umbrella. But it has a clear division of labor: the surface of the umbrella cannot be used as an attack weapon, and the tip of the umbrella cannot be used for defense. Unlike the Great Match, which is a combination of offense and defense, the knife breaks when it is chopped on the Great Match.

Scarab gradually gained the upper hand.

The only martial art in the world is speed, Tang Mo could not catch up with his speed at all, so of course she could only resist. He slashed at Tang Mo's shoulder, Tang Mo stifled a grunt and retracted his umbrella to stab at his opponent. The Scarred Man dodged quickly, and in a second, he instantly moved from the top of the stairs to the security door.

Scarab stands in front of the security door at the bottom of the stairs, and Tang Mo stands on the first or second floor landing.

Tang Mo covered the wound on his shoulder, and soon his hand was wet with blood. The wound was slowly healing, but the blood would flow for at least another minute.

The scarred man sneered without saying anything and raised his big knife. Taking advantage of your illness, he charged at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo, however, threw out Yang San Jr. and hit Scarab.

The scarred man's face showed mockery as he sidestepped and easily dodged the small Yang San's attack. He then looks up at Tang Mo, and suddenly, only to see Tang Mo with her arms crossed and her mouth open-

"Give me back my grandfather!!!"

The scarred man was cornered at the dead end of the stairs, and the only way for him to leave was to rush upwards towards Tang Mo, or turn around and open the security door to leave. When Tang Mo shouted this, alarm bells went off in his heart, he immediately felt something was wrong and wanted to turn around and escape. But just as he was about to push open the security door, he realized that a small pink lace-edged Yang San was stuck dead in the lock position, holding the door firmly in place.

It turned out that the umbrella just now wasn't trying to assassinate him at all, it was trying to jam the door!

The uneasiness in Scarred Man's heart rose to the extreme, and he roared in anger as he recoiled towards Tang Mo : "I'll chop you up!!!"

In the next second, a hot flame spewed out from Tang Mo's mouth. The overwhelming flames filled the entire stairwell, and the voice and body of the scarred man were drowned in the blazing flames. In the blazing yellow flames, a black figure painfully walked towards Tang Mo, hissing and hissing, but his walking speed became slower and slower, and finally slumped directly onto the sixth step, struggling to climb upwards, trying to climb out of the flame-covered area, slowly ceasing to move.

"Goblin, give me back my grandpa" The ability will spew out flames at a temperature of 800 degrees Celsius for 30 seconds.

Thirty seconds later, a charred humanoid sprawled face down on the ground, charred and unmoving. Tang Mo exhales a mouthful of searing gas and lifts his steps towards the charred, scarred body of the man.

Just as he stepped in front of Scarab's body, suddenly a small knife appeared in Scarab's charred right hand. With a sound as unpleasant as gravel rubbing in his throat, he screamed shrilly and rose with all his strength to stab Tang Mo.

Tang Mo was prepared for this. A giant match appeared in his hand, and the huge match head smashed into the scarred man's waist. Only a click was heard, and the already burnt body broke into two halves under the blow, falling to the ground.

The scarred man's entire body was black, leaving only his eyes white. With his mouth open, he stared blankly at Tang Mo and uttered the last words of his life: "Why ...... do you have ...... three psychic abilities... ..."

The first psychic ability, "Come and hit me, come and hit me," blocks Scarab's knife with a rock.

The second psychic ability, "Goblin, give me back my grandfather", burns the Scarab man alive who has no way to escape.

The third psychic ability, "I'm just one spiritual field away from the protagonist," transforms into a large match out of thin air and splits the Scarred Man's last hope of dying with him.

Tang Mo looked at the desperate and agonized eyes of the scarred man, and instead of answering his words, he raised a large match and directly smashed his skull.

"Who's squarely singled out these days."

Tang Mo no longer looks at the body of Scarred Man behind him, he walks over to the security door and pulls out the small Yang San stuck on the door. His bag had just been destroyed by the flames along with Scarred Man, but fortunately he didn't have anything with him inside, just a small Yang San.

Tang Mo takes the small Yang San and walks away from the school.

Meanwhile, a hundred kilometers away in Suzhou.

A black SUV left the exit of the Suzhou toll station on the Beijing-Shanghai Expressway and slowly drove into downtown Suzhou.

The city was frighteningly quiet, and the man in black sitting in the driver's seat drove the car with one hand, seemingly carelessly, his sharp eyes scanning around the empty city. Driving to the center of the city near the commercial street, he got out of the car and found a Xinhua bookstore, from which he found a map from Suzhou to Shanghai.

That done, he opened the door and got into the driver's seat, glancing at the map and placing it on the passenger seat.

The atmosphere in the quiet carriage was still. A silver light flashed as a dagger stabbed from behind the man in black, directly piercing through the driver's chair cushion and stabbing the back of his neck. The sharp tip of the dagger was getting closer and closer to the skin, and just at the moment it was about to pierce, a crisp metallic clash rang out.

The sneaky bald man's mind was shocked.

Only to see that where that dagger pierced, the originally soft skin suddenly turned into a piece of silver-colored steel.

The bald man let out a low gulp and flipped his right hand, countless sharp weapons suddenly appearing out of thin air in his hand. He smashed these weapons at the man in black with a brain, however, the latter didn't even move, only raising a hand. The warm setting sun shone in through the front window of the car, and this hand turned into a black sharp weapon in the shape of a triangular cone in the sunlight.

The man in black swung his arm and all dozen knives smashed through the window next to the passenger seat and shot out into the road.

The bald man's face was horrified, his eyes rolled and he opened the car door to go down. However, his hand had just touched the door handle when a cold hand strangled his neck. He stiffly turned his head and looked at the other party.

Fu Wenduo looked at him with indifference, and with a movement of his fingers, a crisp fracture sounded, and the bald man's head lolled over his shoulder in a twisted manner.

Getting out of the car and throwing the body of this sneak attacker onto the street, Fu Wenduo stood on this once very busy shopping street and looked up at the setting sun in the distance as it faded into the west.

This is Suzhou.

Suzhou ...... is a bit off.