How many bodies do you think are lying under this lake?

In the darkness of the night, two black figures ran towards the center of the old city of Nanjing at a very fast speed.

Tang Mo had never imagined that Fu Wen Sheng would be the first player to pass the garbage sweeping game in Nanjing. He also didn't expect that the first player to pass the game would be notified by the Black Tower and trigger an extremely unfortunate "Trash's Gaze" effect. This effect was called a reward, but in reality, it was the biggest threat to those who passed the game.

"We need to go faster. He just passed the game, he must be near the garbage disposal station now." Tang Mo said as he ran at a fast pace, "There must be a player ambush in the vicinity of any garbage disposal station. There are still three hours left until the end of the game, and there are still three batches of Rabbit Heads. Most of the players may not be ready to ambush the garbage disposal station to grab the badges, but the stowaways should have already gone there."

"Uh-huh."

Fu Wenduo looked up at the traffic sign on the road, turned a corner and headed towards Xinjiekou.

Spammers stare, every player who sees Fu Wen Sheng can't help but stare at him for three seconds. This means that when Fu Wen Sheng appears in front of the players, they only need one look to know which one is Fu Wen Sheng. Now, players all over NJ are trying to find him, or even catch him, and get the way to pass the game from him.

While the Nanjing group was able to deter local Nanjing players, players from outside the city would not have any respect for this organization.

Fu Wenduo's speed increased by a few points, and Tang Mo also increased his speed. The two of them almost turn into a ray of light, weaving through the skyscrapers. They get closer and closer to the huge black tower, and in the distance Tang Mo sees a small, strangely colored room. His eyes narrowed as he got a good look at the garbage disposal station near Xinjiekou. Both men stopped in unison and looked around.

There's no one around.

Sycamore leaves rattled in the icy night wind. Tang Mo walks near the garbage disposal station and walks around the flat hut. He raises his head and looks around the intersection, checking his surroundings.

Fu Wenduo squatted on the ground and touched a dark brown mark with his hand. Tang Mo immediately went over.

Fu Wenduo: "It's blood. But it's almost dry, it should have been an hour ago."

Tang Mo searched the neighborhood and soon found a number of similar dark red marks on the road. These traces were all around the garbage disposal station, and the closer one got to the hut, the more red traces there were. But when the distance from the hut was brought closer to within five meters, these traces became fewer instead, and there were only a few scattered red blood marks.

Tang Mo: "We rushed here as fast as we could when we heard the Black Tower alert, and it took us less than ten minutes. I don't think they passed the game at this dump station. Let's go to other places, there are a few other garbage dumps nearby."

Fu Wenduo nodded his head and took Tang Mo's hand and walked forward. The two of them hurriedly marched through the night, seemingly in a great hurry to find their brother. Tang Mo's feet stepped on a dark brown trail of blood that hadn't completely dried, and the sticky blood stained the soles of his feet.

Tang Mo walked forward calmly, and Fu Wenduo walked in front of him. Just as the two of them were about to leave the intersection, an extremely light cracking sound came from behind Tang Mo. Immediately after that came one loud gunshot after another.

Bang!

A bullet pierces the air and shoots into the back of Tang Mo's and Fu Wenduo's heads.

However, just as the bullets were about to hit Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, a small pink lace-trimmed Yang San suddenly opened up and blocked Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo's back. Bullets thumped on the small Yang San and reflected into the ground. Tang Mo kept moving the small Yang San to block the bullets that were raining down. On the other side, Fu Wenduo's eyes turned cold, and he took out a silver handgun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fu Wenduo looked sideways, his eyes peeking out from behind the small Yang San. He fired three shots without hesitation at a skyscraper on either side of the intersection. Glass shattered in response, and two screams rang out from the building. The third man didn't make a sound at all as the bullet penetrated his head, his eyes widening as he fell straight backward.

These three shots fell, and the surrounding gunfire and concealed darts all suddenly stopped.

Tang Mo looked around indifferently. There were no lights, no light in the buildings around the intersection, and an unknown number of players were hiding in the dark windows. There was a cold, dead silence, and after a few seconds, Tang Mo put away his umbrella and paid no more attention to these people hiding in the shadows as he and Fu Wenduo left the garbage disposal station once and for all.

The two found an abandoned store.

Tang Mo leaned against the wall, and after making sure that there were no ambushed players around, he caught his breath and turned his head to look at Fu Wenduo : "There are eleven districts and eleven garbage disposal stations in Nanjing. Xiao Jitong said that they would end up returning to this garbage disposal station near Xinjiekou, but they aren't there right now, so they might have run into some trouble halfway through."

Fu Wenduo: "According to Xiao Jitong's character, there are still three hours left. He knows that there must be players ambushing around every garbage disposal station, so he wouldn't come back here in the last hour. He should be in the neighborhood right now, on his way back to the Xinjiekou garbage disposal station, where Fu Wen Sheng coincidentally passed the game and was delayed."

Tang Mo was deep in thought as he pulled a small chicken nest out of his pocket. He removed a white egg and turned his palm upwards. After a white light, a complete map of Nanjing appeared in Tang Mo's palm.

Tang Mo looked carefully at this map of Nanjing, "They must have been in the old city center by now. The old city center of Nanjing is in these areas." He gestured a triangular area with his hand, "There are five districts with five garbage disposal stations around here."

There are five garbage dumps in total, at which garbage dump did Fu Wen Sheng pass the game?

Tang Mo raised his head to look at Fu Wenduo, and in the darkness, Fu Wenduo's dark eyes stared back at him.

Fu Wenduo, in a low voice, uttered a prop: "Troy Trojan horse."

Five minutes later, Qinhuai District, Nanjing.

A small compact waddled down the street. It was only the size of a palm, and its speed was neither too fast nor too slow, similar to that of an adult on foot. He looked no different from an ordinary toy wooden horse, yet magically, the moonlight shone on the tiny horse, but it didn't cast a shadow. As if invisible, it staggered around an intersection, then walked east for another kilometer and turned into a small road.

In the darkness, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo quietly followed the little wooden horse for a distance of one kilometer.

When the little wooden horse turned into a spacious road, Fu Wenduo stomped his feet and put the little wooden horse into his pocket. Tang Mo took the map and determined the real location, "In the Xuanwu District."

Troy is a Trojan horse that delivers letters for people. With this Troy, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo can find the location of Fu Wen's voice by following it. However, the walking speed of this Trojan horse is too slow, it can only be used for one hour at a speed of five kilometers per hour. The old city of Nanjing is very big, so Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo could not really find Fu Wen Sheng with this little wooden horse. So they used the Trojan Horse to rule out other incorrect directions to the garbage disposal station and then traveled to the destination on their own.

The two walked through a tall building and soon arrived at Xuanwu Lake Park.

Four hours ago, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo came to Xuanwu District and determined that the district's garbage disposal station is located in this Xuanwu Lake Park. There is a gentle breeze on the wide, flat surface of the lake. In the center of the lake is a small, tree-covered man-made island, and Tang Mo walks up the trestle bridge to the colorful hut in the middle of the island in no time at all.

After setting foot on the island, Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo look casual and calm. But they never let their guard down. Tang Mo's eyes are fixed on his surroundings, and he lowers his head to examine the dirt in front of the garbage disposal station.

Tang Mo grabs a shovelful of dirt and squeezes it between her fingers. "Wet." He looked at his fingers again, "Red."

Fu Wenduo's nose twitched.

There was no need for him to say anything, even Tang Mo could smell that the air was filled with a smell of blood that had not yet cleared. The thick scent of blood was blown by the wind of the lake, and it would not dissipate for a long time. And the soil of the island under their feet was dyed red and wet. It was March, and the soil shouldn't be soft enough to be cold and hard. But all this soil was soft.

They are softened by blood.

There had been a vicious battle here and many people had died. The earth was a dull, thick black, the color of blood absorbed by the soil.

The two checked around and realized that there was no one around. The two looked at each other in silence, nodded in unison, and turned to leave the island. On the quiet island, the leaves of the trees clattered in the evening breeze. Tang Mo left this garbage disposal station without moving, and just as his feet stepped onto the trestle, he suddenly stopped and threw his right hand back.

A dart shoots out from Tang Mo's palm and shoots towards the earth. At the same time, a dagger appeared in Fu Wenduo's hand. The silver-colored dagger gently cut on a large tree at the edge of the island, and with just a slight slash, the thick tree trunk fell with the sound and rumbled to the ground. Fu Wenduo cut down four trees in a row at an extremely fast speed, and when he reached the fifth tree, a furious cry rang out from the earth.

The next moment, a slender figure burrowed out of the soil, followed by two black figures.

Whoosh!

The silver-colored arrow grazed a tree that was about to fall and shot straight at Tang Mo's cheek. Tang Mo stepped aside, and Fu Wenduo reached out to grab the arrow. Tang Mo's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look at the person. When he saw the other party's face clearly, both parties were startled.

"Ningning?"

"Tang Mo, Fu Wenduo?"

In the darkness of the night, the young woman holding a silver crossbow with a guarded face is none other than Ningning.

Tang Mo looked at the tense Ningning, who was about to ask the other party about the whereabouts of Fu Wen Sheng. At that moment, a short shadow appeared in his afterglow. In the next second, Tang Mo lowered his head completely uncontrollably and looked towards the little boy who had just emerged from the ground. Fu Wenduo similarly shifted his line of sight to look at the little boy who had suddenly appeared.

The two men's gazes were deadlocked on Fu Wen Sheng's body, looking at it for three seconds before they could move away.

Fu Wen Sheng didn't expect that the players who rushed to the island were actually Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, who had been hiding in the dirt and couldn't hear the commotion from above. Now that they are sure that it is their own big brother, Fu Wen sounded relieved. He stepped forward: "Big Brother ......" The voice ended abruptly, Fu Wen Sheng's eyes widened, and his sight landed on Fu Wenduo and Tang Mo's hands that were tightly holding each other.

Fu Wen Sheng looked at the two hands holding together in dismay, then he looked up at his big brother, then twisted over to look at Tang Mo.

"......" Tang Mo directly loosened his hand.

Fu Wenduo looked at him.

Tang Mo calmly said, "The next three hours are expected to be more troublesome, so when this game is over, we'll continue to try again."

Fu Wenduo did not object.

As he watched his big brother and Tang Mo let go of their hands, Fu Wen Sheng didn't think too much about it, and just assumed that they were holding hands because they had something to do. With a twinkle in their eyes, the children were already speculating whether these two needed to hold hands in order to use some kind of props, such as the one they had just found hidden under the ground.

Xiao Jitong also crawled out from the ground, and when he saw Tang Mo and Fu Wenduo, he smiled helplessly. "Sure enough, it's you guys. You guys should be the only ones who were able to realize that we were hiding in the dirt and still have the guts to attack us directly."

Tang Mo : "The most dangerous place is the safest place. We came here very quickly, it only took us about thirty minutes. The blood on the ground indicates that there was a big battle here not long ago, so you shouldn't have gone far. The soil on this island is close to the water, and is itself softer than the soil elsewhere. Combined with the blood soaking, it's normal for them to become soft, but they're soft a little too much. Because of being turned over by you guys."

Xiao Jitong laughed, "Just because of that?"

Fu Wenduo faintly said, "Because there isn't a single trace of blood on that trestle bridge outside."

If it had been a really bad fight, it's unlikely that the victorious side would have been uninjured. To get off the island, besides swimming, you had to go over that trestle bridge. The island was covered in blood, but the trestle was clean. This is simply impossible. Unless the winning side never left the island. They're still hiding on the island.

The smile at the corner of Xiao Jitong's mouth froze for a split second as he sighed, "It was an oversight on my part."

When the two parties finally met, Tang Mo asked, "How did Fu Wen's voice get through?"

Xiao Jitong didn't answer directly. He first told Ningning and a few members of the Nanking group to rest aside and heal their wounds. Tang Mo's gaze stopped on a man covered in blood. He fixed his eyes on it and said in surprise, "Chai Rong?"

Holding the fainted Chai Rong in their arms, the members of the Nanjing group gently placed their own captain on the ground and took a bottle of mineral water and poured it on his wounds to treat them. But his injuries were too serious. His whole body was covered with wounds, and one of the most horrible wounds cut from his left chest to his right abdomen, his internal organs were almost exposed to the air. With such injuries, it was only Chai Rong who was still alive and did not die on the spot. Xiao Jitong would not have survived a second.

Hearing the name Chai Rong, Xiao Jitong's face gradually sank. His voice was ice-cold, "Half an hour ago, we ran into a few smuggler organizations on this island. They are very strong, and most of them are not Nanking players. Of course, there were some Nanking players following them. We were ambushed by them when we got to the island. Then Whisper was accidentally knocked into the garbage disposal station by them and was forced to pass the game."

Tang Mo asked, "How did he get through?"

Xiao Jitong: "Collecting badges."

Tang Mo's eyes glazed over.

Xiao Jitong said, "The sixth rule of the game is that each player can only enter the garbage disposal station once. As we guessed before, this garbage disposal station has no door, it's just a flat surface. All players who approach it within a certain range are considered to have entered the garbage disposal station."

Tang Mo thought of the scene she had seen earlier at New Street, "The range is five meters?"

Xiao Jitong gave him a look, ''Yes, it's five meters. Xiao Sheng accidentally got into the garbage disposal station, he only had one chance to get in and he had to pass the game to get out. So at that time we handed him a set of SURPRISE's wooden badges. He put the eight badges into the yellow ball of light in front of the garbage disposal station," Xiao Jitong pointed to the yellow ball of light in front of the hut, "and then he passed the game. You all heard what happened next."

Fu Wenduo: "The smugglers who ambushed you were strong?"

Xiao Jitong shook his head, "It's strong, but not to the extent of being very strong. With Chai Rong and Ningning around, plus Xiao Qiao and the members of the Nanking group, just the stowaways and players who ambushed us here, we can successfully break out."

Tang Mo : "Then why ......"

Why was Chai Rong so seriously injured? There were other members of the NJ group who were also seriously injured.

Xiao Jitong suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he looked towards the vast lake surrounding the island and smiled slightly, "Under this lake, guess how many corpses are lying? Those are the corpses we just pushed down, to cover our ears."

Tang Mo thought for a moment, "Twenty people?" Soon he thought of the blood that could soften the soil, he thought for a long time and gave another answer, "Fifty people?"

Fu Wenduo's low voice rang out, "This flavor, at least a hundred of them."