For some reason, Tang Mo looked at this guy for a couple seconds longer.

After a malicious "Merry Christmas" wish, in the far west, the sun set completely below the horizon and the last rays of light disappeared into the sky.

Christmas Eve, it's on.

Tang Mo immediately started checking his belongings, making sure that the small Yang San and the big match were on him. Then he quickly ran to a convenience store fifty meters away. The store had already been torn apart, and the shelves of food and water had all been looted. Tang Mo found a pencil sharpener and two batteries in the clerk's drawer.

The flashlight he got from Li Bin had been used for a long time, and there was no telling when it would run out of power. In order to prevent the next replica to enter the dark and gloomy as the big mole's cave, it is necessary to prepare the power supply.

When it's all set, Tang Mo looks over at the clock hanging on the wall of the convenience store.

The second hand clatters along, sliding little by little towards the "12" position. When the three minutes are up, Tang Mo holds her breath, ready to be pulled into the copy. But the next moment, the second hand "clicks" to the next position.

Tang Mo's heart lurched. He stood in the dark, deserted convenience store, his eyes coalescing on the clock on the wall.

The second hand is still going.

Tang Mo silently counted the time in his heart. He had been counting down since the Black Tower announced that players from the Huaxia Region would enter the copy in three minutes. It took him a minute and a half to enter the convenience store, and another minute and a half to find something.

Until now, it's been four minutes.

He wasn't pulled into a copy of the game.

Tang Mo stood still and waited for a while. Another minute passed, and he still hadn't been pulled into the copy. He took out the small Yang San from his backpack and walked out of the convenience store.

Tang Mo starts walking back. It was only two kilometers from the mall where the Atak organization was located. He wondered if everyone was like him and hadn't been pulled into the replica, or if he was the only one, left outside of it.

Tang Mo walked very fast, his hand tightly holding the small Yang San, always on the lookout for possible enemies in the surroundings.

Just as he gets to the same intersection as before, suddenly, the sound of a firework explosion comes from the sky and Tang Mo looks up.

A large, colorful firework exploded in the black night sky.

The fireworks seemed to be composed of five different small □□□, and they leapt to the highest part of the sky, like five shooting stars flying from the ground to the sky. They flew slower and slower, and when they reached a position nearly a thousand meters above the ground, the five □□□s suddenly exploded.

Gorgeous fireworks blossomed out of the □□□□, outlining a large-headed portrait with the darkness of the night as a picture screen.

A big thick white beard, a red cashmere pointy hat, a small white ball nestled at the top of the hat. The fireworks drew a big-headed image of Santa Claus in the air. The scene was reflected in the eyes of every player in the Shanghai range, and as the firework picture of Santa Claus faded away, a bright and loud laugh came out of the sky.

Tang Mo's heart thumped.

He suddenly realized what the voice really meant.

Four reindeer were seen speeding up from behind Santa's firework avatar and crashing headfirst to break up the soon-to-be-dissolved fireworks.

"Hahahahaha, kids, Merry Christmas!"

Four reindeer pulling a gilded red wagon spread their hooves and ran through the night sky. They ran over the city as an old white-bearded man in a red Christmas suit stood on the wagon, pulling on the reins with both hands and letting out a loud laugh. As he laughed, he waved his arms and poured many starry flares of light onto the ground.

Santa's carriage was extremely fast, and in no time at all, it crossed the entire Pudong, crossed the Nanpu Bridge, and drove to Puxi.

In the sky, tens of thousands of star-like rays resembled snowflakes, falling towards the ground. The moment they fell to the ground, the starlight was so great that a dazzling light pierced through the sky, and a beam of white light rose up from the ground, connecting to the sky.

At the same time, a clear child's voice resounded throughout Shanghai--

"Dingdong! Trigger branch quest 1: Find the Christmas tree branches left behind by Santa Claus, and within thirty minutes, enter the Christmas Eve surprise copy."

The sound was heard simultaneously in all of China, and before that, a Santa Claus had appeared near every black tower in the Chinese district, showering the earth with white starlight.

Almost the instant he heard the quest prompt, Tang Mo turned around quickly and ran towards that nearest starlight drop point. But as fast as he was, he was still a beat too slow. When he arrived at the scene, a seventeen or eighteen year old boy with glasses picked up the small white star that had fallen to the ground as soon as he could.

When his hand touched the little star, the white light dissipated and turned into a tiny tree trunk branch.

The boy sees Tang Mo and looks at him warily. He didn't need to do anything at all though, as he got his hands on the branch, his body faded and finally slowly disappeared into thin air.

This may be a successful entry into the copy.

Without a second glance, Tang Mo turned and ran to the spot where another star had fallen.

It's still up for grabs.

He ran through a dozen places in a row, and sometimes he was only halfway there when the rushing white light disappeared-an indication that someone had picked up the branch and managed to enter the copy. Sometimes just as he ran, he watched as another player entered the copy.

The clock was ticking down to the last five minutes.

Tang Mo runs into a factory. On the ground in front of this factory, a small star was lying peacefully on the ground with no other players around.

His eyes lit up and he accelerated over to the star. Just as Tang Mo's hand was about to touch the star, he jerked it back. A sharp iron boomerang appeared where he had just reached out. If Tang Mo hadn't retracted his hand, his hand would have been cut off by the boomerang at this moment.

He turned his head to the left.

Only to see a young woman in a camel-colored trench coat staring coldly at him. With a lift of her right hand, the boomerang embedded in the ground floated up and returned to the woman's hand with a whoosh.

The two were separated by ten meters, staring at each other dead on.

In the next second, the two moved together. Tang Mo shouted a spell and snapped open the small Yang San, blocking it in front of herself. The woman swung her sharp boomerang in a wide 180° arc through the air and attacked Tang Mo from her back.

Tang Mo threw Yang San Jr. out of the way and got behind him. The boomerang hit hard, and Tang Mo stumbled backwards, further away from the Christmas tree branch.

The woman waved the boomerang with one hand and ran quickly to the little star all over again.

Tang Mo grips the umbrella handle and keeps blocking the boomerang's attacks. The small pink Yang San collided with the steel boomerang, making a thumping sound. With one hand on the ground, Tang Mo side-stepped the boomerang's attack, and at the same time, snapped Yang San away and stabbed backward without looking back.

The woman was on the verge of getting her hands on the little star, and she didn't expect Tang Mo to find the energy to attack her while she was dealing with the boomerang. She was unable to dodge for a moment, and her shoulder was cut with a bloody gash from the sharp tip of the umbrella. Annoyed, she focused on using her powers and commanded the boomerang to attack Tang Mo again.

Tang Mo directly disregarded the image and rolled on the ground, grabbing the little star as soon as he could.

The woman said sharply, "You ......!"

Bang!

Tang Mo held up Little Yang San and blocked the boomerang that flew towards him. He calmly put away Little Yang San and looked at the trench coat woman standing not far away. The latter's face was red with anger, but time waited for no one, she could only glare at Tang Mo fiercely, turned around and ran to the next star falling point.

Tang Mo's form faded away, and he heard the Black Tower cue ringing in his head -

"Dingdong! Side quest one has been completed, successfully entered the Christmas Christmas Eve Surprise copy of Hua Xia 2 Area No. 419."

"Player data loading complete ......"

"Copy information loaded ......

A blinding white light flashed in front of his eyes, Tang Mo opened his eyes and the whole world was surrounded by white light. The moment he opened his eyes, he gripped the handle of Yang San's umbrella, always on the lookout for monsters like the Big Mole, which suddenly rushed out to kill people. But gradually, after the white light dissipated, Tang Mo saw clearly what this copy world looked like.

It was a white world about ten meters long and five meters wide. The ground was evenly divided into four pieces, forming four blank grids five meters long and 2.5 meters wide. The position Tang Mo was standing in was the rightmost white grid, and as he looked around, there were also three people standing in the three grids to his left.

The four of them stood in a row, with Tang Mo on the far right, a young man about his age on his left, and a high school student-looking woman on his further left. On the far left, in the grid, stood a middle-aged man.

When the four men saw each other, they all stared warily at the other three, gripping their respective weapons.

It was at this moment that a rumbling sound rang out. All four of them looked towards the sound emanating from it.

Only to see that in front of them, it seemed as if a white wall was rising, revealing the opposite side of the scene. Tang Mo stared carefully at this white wall that was rising and thought, "So it's not a white world, it's a world that's split apart. Then the opposite side of this wall ......"

He cried out and looked across the room again.

As luck would have it, on the opposite side of the white wall, there were four men also standing in the other four compartments, opposite the four Tang Mo men.

This white world finally unfolded into the eight players' view.

It was a white map ten meters long and fifteen meters wide. Every four players stood on the same side, dividing four squares. In the middle of the players on both sides was an area five meters wide. In the center of the area, a large golden star was suspended in midair, a little bit of golden starlight slowly spilling down from its body.

Tang Mo looked towards the four people on the opposite side of the room. But before he could see them clearly, he only heard--

"Rumble--"

It was as if the white world had been hit by a massive earthquake, and the whole world was shaking. Tang Mo hurriedly propped himself up on the ground with Little Yang San to stabilize himself. When he looked up, he only saw eight huge iron plates falling from the sky with a rumble, smashing in front of each player, just barely stuck on the edge of the white grid.

The large silver-white iron sign smashed on the ground and triggered an earthquake, and it took a while before all eight of them were able to stand still.

Tang Mo had already raised his head and looked at the large iron plate placed in front of him. He carefully looked at every corner of the iron plate before turning his head to look at the iron plate of the man standing beside him.

The picture on this iron plate is different from his own!

After coming to this conclusion, while the others had not yet reacted, Tang Mo did not move as he looked at the next person's iron tiles. After looking at all three iron tiles of the players on his side of the table, he raised his head and looked across the table.

Across the street are also four people. Standing directly opposite Tang Mo is a middle-aged woman, and further to the left, a young woman and an older man with white hair.

From Tang Mo's point of view you cannot see the contents of their iron plates, only the identical pattern on the back of the plates. Santa Claus is driving a reindeer carriage, waving his big red pockets, happily sailing from the clouds to the earth.

The three men on the opposite side of the room were also looking at what was on the iron sign, and Tang Mo watched them for a moment before his eyes turned to the last man who stood at a diagonal to himself.

He looked at the other man in silence.

There was a distance of about ten meters between the two, and the man raised his eyes to look at the content on the iron plate. From afar, half of the man's body was blocked by the iron plate, and Tang Mo could only see that the other party was wearing a black coat. He was obviously standing there quietly, but his posture was incomparably straight, standing upright as a peak.

Somehow, Tang Mo looked at this man for two seconds longer.

In the next moment, a falcon-like line of sight stabbed straight towards Tang Mo.