Nanjing Raiders, Xiao Jitong.

As the Black Tower beeps, the seven players stand in front of a giant green worm, looking up at the huge Huo Ji in front of them. the big Huo Ji seems to have heard the Black Tower's voice as well, and it is very disgruntled, stomping its feet in annoyance, and splattering the blood on the ground.

"Damn the Black Tower, Gu Gu, it actually said I would harm my own child. That's impossible, that's absolutely impossible. My children, you are all mother's beloved ones, how could mother possibly harm you?" Big Huo Ji looked at the seven players in front of him with his little green eyes, and his expression did not look like a lie, but just for a moment, when he realized that the seven players were casually standing in a pile, he suddenly turned his face, and his eyes erupted with horrible fierce light.

"Why haven't you guys gotten in line yet goo!"

An angry roar fell as the Great Huo Ji stomped down hard, crushing a tile. It glared at its seven children, "Anyone who wants to be the first to eat a worm, but you must line up. Why are you all so disobedient, mommy told you to line up and what are you all doing goo!"

Tang Mo frowned and prepared to speak, when a male voice rang out from beside him, "Mom, we'll be right in line. But before that, don't you want to answer some questions for us?" This "mom" was so natural that it was as if he were a baby chick.

Tang Mo turned her head to look. The speaker was the tall, thin young man with a smile on his face, looking seriously at his "mother". With such a good boy around, Big Huo Ji's anger slowly dissipated. His temper is like the weather, it comes and goes as fast as the wind and the rain.

Da Huo Ji said, "Gu Gu, my child, are you so eager to learn about the world when you have only just been born?"

Without changing his face, the young man said, "Yes mom, I have a question for you."

Big Huo Ji looked down at the big green bug on the floor, it looked up again and said, "Well, you'll have to ask soon. Mommy has to go and help you with this big stinky bug, it stinks so bad, how will my lovely children eat it."

The man laughed, "Then I'll ask." After a pause, the young man stared at Big Huo Ji and asked, "What is the ...... way to pass this copy?" The voice went cold all of a sudden.

Big Huo Ji was constantly slapping the big bug with its chicken wings to make its meat more tender and flavorful. Hearing this, its movements of slapping the big bug slightly paused, and soon it raised its head and looked at the young man, revealing a kind but malicious smile. It was smiling, but this smile was very different from the one it had just given, as if it was looking at a smart human who thought he was smart. It said this, "My child, so ...... what is your second question?"

The young man narrowed his eyes and stared at Big Huo Ji no longer speaking. Big Hen looked at him with a sarcastic smile.

Mother and son, who had just been at peace, were suddenly at war.

After a moment, the young man smiled, "Must I ask two questions?"

Da Huo Ji winked, "Gu Gu, that's your second question ......"

"What is the correct order of queuing?" A voice came from behind the young man, who turned his head to see Tang Mo adding with a calm demeanor, "That's the second question."

The big Huo Ji seemed to notice Tang Mo at that moment, and its eyes flicked over Tang Mo and the young man. As soon as it did, it picked up the large bug on the ground and placed it on its back. Big Huo Ji replied, ''Didn't the Black Tower tell you the way to pass this copy. Gu Gu, my children, line up and eat the worms, don't give your mother a hard time, this is the way you pass the copy ah. As for the correct order ......"

Big Huo Ji looks up at Tang Mo, who looks on calmly.

The Great Huo Ji could not see any expression on Tang Mo's face; he was neither excited nor anxious. It was a little disappointed, but as a loving mother, it encouraged, "My child, you are such a smart child. The correct order mom told you guys long ago ah, didn't she say that you have older siblings and a younger brother coo."

A female voice exclaimed, "Are you saying that the order in which we enter the copy is the order in which we line up?"

Da Huo Ji turned to look at the girl who had spoken. It was one of the two little girls, who seemed to have realized that she had just gotten too excited, and hurriedly closed her mouth and hid behind her companion. Big Huo Ji fixed the big bug on his back with his wings, ''Child, you are too greedy, you can only ask two questions coo. But mom loves you so much, of course she won't criticize you. You can be good in line."

Big Huo Ji stepped on a ball of soft red flesh with a smile, and the little girl nodded her head in fear.

Amidst the pungent smell of blood, the Great Huo Ji looks around at its seven children. It smiled kindly, "Mommy has to go take care of this big stinker. Guh Guh, children, you must already be lined up here waiting for mommy in an hour, right?"

No one's talking.

There was a nasty glint in Big Huo Ji's tiny eyes as he turned around happily and hummed a little song, "Seven cute little chicken cubs, one bad big green worm. The little chicken pups want to eat the big green worm, where's mommy? Mom ...... "Suddenly, it turned around, its eyes locked dead on the girl who had just spoken, and laughed strangely, "Mom is going to eat the little chicken pups!"

The little girl was shaking with fear.

Da Huo Ji gave her an odd grin, hummed this strange nursery rhyme, and sauntered out of the meatpacking section.

After Da Huo Ji left completely, the two little girls hugged each other in fear, not knowing what to do. Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo looked at each other, and some guesses grew in their hearts. At this moment, a male voice rang out in front of the two, "It seems that it is now time for the one-hour queue, get to know each other, what are your names?"

Tang Mo turned his head to look at the speaker.

This young man had been very calm, and even when Big Huo Ji had directly flipped him off and taunted him just now, he did not lose his temper. He walked up to Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, his gaze hovering over them. There was a measure in his gaze, but there was no malice in it.

Tang Mo faded, "My name is Victor, and he's Don."

The name was a pseudonym, and Fu Wenduo gave Tang Mo a meaningful look that did not refute the claim.

The young man wasn't angry and smiled, "Nanjing Raiders Xiao Jitong, these two are my teammates, Xiao Qiao and Ningning," he pointed at the blonde foreign kid and the young woman with long hair. Both of them nodded at Tang Mo together, and finally Xiao Jitong said, "These two kids just don't know what's going on, they didn't see the blockade order and came here too."

He was talking about the two little girls.

The psychological quality of the two little girls is obviously not as good as the Xiao Jitong trio, and even worse, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo.They were scared to death and their faces turned pale.The girl with short hair was slightly more hardened, she swallowed and suppressed the fear in her heart, explaining, "I ...... I'm called Xiao Yun, and her name is Yuan Yuan.We were pulled into a copy two weeks ago, and only came out of it yesterday, so we didn't know about the blockade order."

Xiao Jitong: "No wonder."

Fu Wenduo's voice trailed off, "What is a blockade order?"

Xiao Jitong: "When you came to Nanjing, you should have noticed that it is different from the cities you have been in before. You sound like you're from Southern Jiangsu," he looks to Tang Mo, then to Fu Wenduo: "Are you from Beijing? I don't know what the situation is like in your part of the world, but in Nanjing, there is a man who has pulled together a group of people who have decided to establish a certain order in the city."

"That man is you?" Tang Mo asked.

Xiao Jitong laughed, "Of course not me. I don't belong to that organization. They have too many things to do, they have to find all the duplicate entry points in all of Nanking, they have to find ways to learn more information about the Black Tower. To find out game cheats that will allow everyone to pass the Black Tower game, and to shelter a bunch of very weak preppers ......" After a pause, he looked at the two little girls, "You're preppers? Don't get me wrong, I'm a prepper too."

The short-haired girl hastily shook her head and said in a reverent tone, "Team Xiao, we didn't misunderstand, we understand."

Hearing the name "Team Xiao", Tang Mo raised his eyebrows, and Fu Wenduo also looked at the young man with interest.

Xiao Jitong said, "You'll have a lot of time to learn about the city of Nanking later, let's get back to this game for now."

Xiao Jitong's two teammates obeyed him very well, the little boy and the woman with the long hair stood by the side and did not say anything, trusting their teammate with all their hearts and letting him organize everything. But the two little girls also trusted Xiao Jitong, they obviously didn't know him beforehand, but they looked at him with trusting eyes.

The discovery was interesting to Tang Mo.

Xiao Jitong said, "First of all, it's the game itself. That big Huo Ji isn't as simple as it looks, and it doesn't really see us as its children. It's a Black Tower game, and all it wants to do is eat us and turn us into these things on the ground."

The ground was filled with crushed meat messily mixed together, and it was long since impossible to tell which piece of meat belonged to which person.

Big Huo Ji's malice is revealed when Xiao Jitong asks him a question. This copy of reality is ultimately a game, and Big Huo Ji is the copy boss. If it really treats the players as its own children, it wouldn't be covered in pieces of meat right now.

Xiao Jitong's idea coincided with Tang Mo's, who didn't say a word and listened to him continue: "We have a one-hour queue. Each time we ask a question, then we think about the queue. If you make a mistake in the queue, you'll enter the Lao Ying Chicken Game, which lasts for an hour."

The short-haired girl thought, "Then, Team Xiao, does this mean that we can get through the Lao Ying Chicken Scratching Game as long as we can last for an hour." She thought, "We can ask two questions at a time, just now Team Xiao asked Big Huo Ji the way to pass the game, it obviously didn't really want to answer, so it asked a second question. I guess ...... could it have chosen one of the two questions to answer? That's why it asked what the second question was!"

Her companion quickly retorted, "No, Cloud, if that's true, it just answered two questions."

Xiao Jitong laughed, "She's right. Rule number four of the game, Big Huo Ji must answer at least one question and must not lie."

The timid little girl asked, "But it just answered two questions."

"The Black Tower only requires her to answer at least one question and not to lie. It doesn't count as breaking the rules of the game if it randomly gives the correct answer to one of the two questions."

The crowd looks to Tang Mo in unison.

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo were like two soy sauce players who rarely spoke. They were new and had only known everyone for less than half an hour, and the two young girls almost ignored them. Hearing him say that, a thoughtful expression appeared on the short-haired girl's face. Xiao Jitong smiled, ''Yes. So of the two answers it just said, it's possible that both are true, and it's possible that only one is true. We have to assume the worst, that it lied and only one answer is true."

The crowd was deep in thought when Tang Mo suddenly said, "The bomb, the pickup truck, and the knife that attacked Big Huo Ji, were you the ones who did it?"

The long-haired woman who hadn't said anything pointed to the blonde child beside her, "Xiao Qiao did it."

The little boy said proudly, "This time the captain and we all came prepared and brought lots and lots of props. It's just that I didn't realize that I couldn't use my powers in this copy, FUCKING TURKEY, I hate it so much, it hit me!" The little boy was angry and aggrieved.

Xiao Jitong explained, "We entered the game this morning, and when we came in, we realized that we couldn't use our powers anymore, and had to use props. Fortunately, we had more props with us, and we were three, so we fought with that big Huo Ji before we entered the supermarket. As you can see, once we hit it, we will be judged as matricide and will be struck by lightning. So when Big Huo Ji went out to pick you two up, Xiao Qiao and I combined our efforts and set up some traps. Those props were already there and we didn't strike again to kill Big Huo Ji. i wanted to try if this could avoid the matricide effect and do some damage to it."

Tang Mo recalled, "It does get injured, but it still triggers the matricide effect once it triggers a trap that kills it."

The Black Tower doesn't react when Big Huo Ji is injured by a bomb. But when the knife is about to be thrust into his chest, the Black Tower sends a thunderbolt to the boy to punish him for his intent to commit matricide.

This brings the question back to the beginning.

"So how the hell are we supposed to get in line?" The short-haired girl named Xiao Yun said, "Da Huo Ji gave two answers. One is to queue up to eat the bugs so we can pass the copy, and the other is to queue up in the order in which the players enter the copy. I don't think it could have told us the queuing order so easily, it couldn't have answered this question or we would have passed the level right away, it must have lied about the second question." Then why did the second question ask that?

The latter words didn't come out of the little girl's mouth as she looked strangely at Tang Mo, but the meaning was clear.

Tang Mo plays the role of the wise man in most of the Black Tower games, and in the old days, not only the second question, but also the first question would most likely have been asked by him, rather than by Xiao Jitong. There are a lot of leadership players in Black Tower, but most of them are too weak to give the right advice and will bring the team to the end of the game. Xiao Jitong's first question was the same question Tang Mo wanted to ask, so he didn't say much.

Tang Mo likes two kinds of teammates. One is the kind of teammates whose ideas coincide with his own, and who can understand each other's meaning with a single glance. For example, Fu Wenduo, or this mysterious Xiao Jitong, who seems to be very powerful, and then there's the kind of people who are just plain stupid. Don't think about anything, do what others say, follow orders unconditionally, and don't cause trouble for the team.

This high school girl is pretty smart too, but she's not even close. Luckily, she's pretty humble and doesn't make a big deal out of it, but if it was some other player who was trying to be smart, it would have been more of a headache for Tang Mo. When he and Fu Wenduo first met in the Pinocchio game, Tang Mo was pitied by his "smart" teammates, and was defeated right from the start of the game.

Tang Mo was about to answer, but at that moment, a male voice jumped ahead of him and said, "There are two purposes for asking this question. First, to ensure that the answer to the first question is definitely correct. Secondly, even if the answer is wrong, we don't know the correct queuing order at the moment. There is a 50/50 chance that the Great Huo Ji will tell the truth, so in case it does, we'll be skewed if we go to the queue in that order."

Tang Mo turned back to Fu Wenduo, who was standing beside him, and when he saw Tang Mo looking at him, he hooked up the corners of his lips and smiled gently.

With Fu Wenduo's explanation the little girl now understood.

It doesn't matter what the second question is, what matters is only one thing: with this question they must be able to tell which answer is correct. In addition to this, asking the queuing order question reveals something about Big Huo Ji's attitude: it doesn't want the player to pass the level smoothly.

The short-haired girl suggested, "The order in which we enter the copies is definitely not the correct order anyway, so let's not line up in that order and change it up. This would also be considered ruling out one way of queuing."

Tang Mo shook his head and said, "It's still in that order."

The short-haired girl was dismayed, "Why?"

"Do you know how many total ways there are to sort seven people?" A low, husky female voice came from the back of the crowd. Tang Mo looked up at the speaker, it was the long-haired woman called "Ningning". Dressed in a black tights, she swept a cold glance at the two female high school students, her voice icy cold: "Assuming that the forward and backward ordering is the same, regardless of the head and tail, that is, 7!/2, there are a total of 2,520 ways of ordering. Assuming that Da Huo Ji must ask us to give the head and tail, that's 5040 kinds." The voice stopped and she looked coldly at the two girls, "Which of the remaining 5039 ways of sorting do you choose?"

The long-haired woman spoke without mercy, and the two little girls all closed their mouths at her words and obediently stopped talking.

Xiao Jitong laughed, "With 1/5039 odds, I wouldn't want to go for a random choice. And Big Huo Ji is probably thinking along the same lines, thinking that we must think it's lying, and thus thinking against the grain so that we can rule out the correct answer. So I also agree with queuing up in the order in which we entered the copy. Since the queuing method has been determined and there is no extra information to refer to now, we can now separate and prepare our props for the next game of ' Lao Ying Catching Chickens'."

The seven men gradually separated, each preparing their weapons and refreshing themselves for a great battle.

Neither Tang Mo nor Fu Wenduo thought they could win the game in the first round. Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo walked to the corner of the supermarket, and Tang Mo took Granny Wolf's little Yang San and tried to wave it around. Then he pulls out two knives and a handgun. There was only one bullet left in Fu Wenduo's special bullet, and Tang Mo wasn't going to use it. He filled the gun case with ordinary bullets.

"Yours." Tang Mo hands over his hand|gun.

Fu Wenduo was standing by the frozen food locker observing his surroundings when he heard this, he turned his head to look at Tang Mo. he was slightly stunned and quickly took the silver hand|gun and asked, "For me?"

Tang Mo nodded her head, "What is the force value of the Great Huo Ji is unknown for now. Judging from how it was counted by that foreign child just now, it doesn't seem to be strong. But it will transform into Lao Ying next time.Whether or not this transformation will make it stronger is unknown, but we must be prepared for everything."

Tang Mo explained carefully, and Fu Wenduo looked at him, listening quietly. When he finished speaking, he raised his head and found Fu Wenduo staring at him, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked. Tang Mo was stunned, and Fu Wenduo asked, "So why give it to me?"

Tang Mo: "......"

Isn't this supposed to be your gun!

Tang Mo was silent for a moment and honestly said, "When really fighting, with my current level ...... I can t shoot."

Fu Wenduo nodded his head, seemingly accepting the answer.

Tang Mo: "......"

Fu Wenduo didn't realize that guns weren't as important to Tang Mo after he was banned from using his powers. He wasn't a very good shot, and without checkmate powers, a gun wasn't as important to him as a knife, much less little Yang San.

Unable to use his psychic abilities, Tang Mo can only rely on Yang San Jr. and ...... Fu Wenduo. The large match was sealed in his wrist tattoo with his psychic abilities, and the match itself can be used, but his psychic abilities can't, so he can't remove the match. Without his powers, his physical strength has declined, and although he doesn't want to admit it, Tang Mo's greatest reliance is on Fu Wenduo.

But Tang Mo was also worried, so he gave Fu Wenduo his handgun: "If you can't use your powers, you don't have a weapon, so a gun should be better." Fu Wenduo's powers are related to body changes, every time he fights he uses his body as a weapon, now he can't use it either, he might lose a lot of strength.

Fu Wenduo, however, said, "I have a weapon."

Tang Mo froze, "You did?"

As soon as the words fell, a dark shadow of a knife flashed past Tang Mo's eyes. Tang Mo's breath was stagnant, his body reflexively dodged backward, but Fu Wenduo's movement was faster than his, his left hand encircled Tang Mo's back waist, cutting off his path of retreat. This thing followed him like a shadow, like a bolt of lightning, and grazed Tang Mo's eyelashes. The sensation of the cold blade rubbing against his eyelashes was clearly reflected in Tang Mo's heart, and he felt his heart stop for a beat, his scalp tingling. Only when Fu Wenduo withdrew the dagger did he return to his senses and look fixedly at the knife in the other party's hand.

It was but the length of a grown man's hand, sharp and pointed, black in color, and imitating the shape of a military dagger. In the dim light, a deep blue glow cut through the blade. This dagger was so plain and ordinary that Tang Mo would not have given it a second glance anywhere, but he fondly remembered the feeling of the blade slicing past his eyes just now. It was as if death had descended upon him, and as long as it went a little further, the blade could easily cut through the hardest of his skulls.

Tang Mo asked, "Is this your weapon?" He had never seen Fu Wenduo use it.

Seemingly sensing Tang Mo's meaning, Fu Wenduo said, "Important weapons should be hidden, so that they can checkmate the enemy and win if necessary."

The answer is quite understandable. Tang Mo had also been hiding large matches in his wrist tattoos, not taking them out until necessary. He has taken out the matches several times to catch his enemies off-guard.

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo don't have as many props as the little boy, they don't have many props, but each of them is a good one. Tang Mo tied the little Yang San around his waist, Fu Wenduo put away his gun, and with a movement of his fingers, the black dagger disappeared into his hand. When the two of them returned to the meat food area, the long-haired woman and the little boy were setting up new traps.

Seeing them return, Xiao Jitong smiled, "Ready?"

Tang Mo nodded lightly. He looked over at the young boy crouched on the ground setting up traps and said in surprise, "You have so many props?"

Beside the little boy lay a small mountain pile, about half a meter high, all of which were all kinds of strange and weird props. The small truck that assassinated Big Huo Ji just now had already been scrapped, and was flattened and kicked to the corner by Big Huo Ji, but they still had so many props.

Tang Mo was surprised by the number of props. In the four months since the launch of Earth, he had been participating in the game non-stop, and had received many prop rewards, but he had never seen so many props. Fu Wenduo also looked at the mountain of props with great interest.

Xiao Jitong said, "Because I'm coming for this copy, I purposely brought out some extra." He smiled faintly and said no more.

Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo walked to the distance and watched the three Xiao Jitongs from afar.

These three are really interesting. A child of eight | nine years of age is not afraid of blood and broken flesh, a small child, a lot of ideas, and very calm in the face of unexpected situations. A long-haired woman with a cold face, very cold-tempered, exuding an aura of unapproachability, refusing to communicate with anyone. There was also a captain who looked the most ordinary, but was actually the most mysterious, always wearing a smile, but what was in his heart, no one knew.

They're also exceptionally famous, so famous that two NJ players who had never met them before named them very easily and with great respect.

"...... Nanjing Raiders Group." Tang Mo pronounced the name under her breath.

Fu Wenduo's low voice rang out, "You're interested in them?"

Tang Mo froze, looked at Fu Wenduo, and shook his head, ''No, this organization of theirs seems to be different from the Atark group in Luofeng City, and it feels like it has its own set of rules. He just said that they purposely brought a lot of props because they are participating in this replica. You and I don't have this many props combined, and the two of us possessing props should be considered a lot amongst the players. Raider group, take the initiative to participate in the Black Tower game ......"

NJ players are really very special.

Tang Mo wasn't particularly interested in that raiding group, but he remembered something, "Since they're so good, and many NJ players know them, maybe we can find your cousin through them?"

Fu Wenduo didn't answer that question, he said, "Of those three, who do you think is the strongest."

Tang Mo was still a little lacking in the fighting department, he watched carefully for a moment, "That Xiao Jitong?" the voice stopped and Tang Mo added, "Is that the woman with long hair?"

"It's the long-haired woman."

At the same time, the blonde blue-eyed foreign boy was burying his head in arranging the props. His movements were very fast, as if he was building blocks, easily finding the props he needed from the mountain of props, and then placing them in the right places, and from time to time, he also had to measure the distances between the props, and his mouth was chanting. After placing a black stone, he suddenly said, "Ningning Sister, what are you doing, come and help me do some math."

The long-haired woman looked down at him and said coldly, "Find the captain."

The little boy bristled and muttered without another word.

Xiao Jitong came over, "What's wrong?"

"They're talking about us." The long-haired woman pointed to Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo in the distance. Fu Wenduo had already noticed her sight, and he looked up at the long-haired woman and Xiao Jitong for a moment before quickly turning his head and continuing to talk to Tang Mo. Her own prying eyes caught by the others, the long-haired woman frowned and said, "They were just discussing which one of us is the strongest."

Xiao Jitong : "There is no need to discuss this, they will soon realize that you are the strongest."

The little boy crouching on the ground raised his head at that moment and asked curiously, "Then who is the strongest among them?"

The long-haired woman closed her mouth and did not speak. Xiao Jitong turned his head and looked towards Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo in the distance.

Tang Mo was also looking at him with a smile. Fu Wenduo, on the other hand, only glanced at him and then shifted his eyes to the pile of props on the ground.

Xiao Jitong looked at him for a while and replied to his companion, "Both of them are not simple, both of them have cleared at least the first level of the Black Tower, or even the second level of the Black Tower. The one who is slightly more talkative should be very good at playing the game, he is very good at playing the Black Tower game. But between them, if they were to really fight, it was probably the man in black who was a bit stronger. He smells of blood, he's killed people."

Xiao Jitong laughed as he gave a categorical conclusion, "Xiao Qiao, Ningning, he's a stowaway."