Master Swindler

Zhong Liyu believed that Lu Qingjia would not overturn the car in such a difficulty, but it still did not prevent him from subconsciously worrying about him.

The so-called care is chaos, that's it.

The barrier of space and time has no meaning to him, and Zhong Liyu can clearly see the current situation of Lu Qingjia.

Time seemed to be stretched, and every second seemed extremely long.

At this time, Lu Qingjia moved. He did not panic because of the unprepared rebellion of his hair and the loss of control of his figure. The whole person was still in free fall.

The calm expression on his face is enough to show that he is unhurried, his arms and fingers are all entangled with hair, the way this ability betrays is very cunning.

As if he had inherited the manipulation wisdom of his master, if he wanted to restrain a person's actions, he would not leave any flaws or omissions in details.

The entire silt space is dark, although Lu Qingjia as the owner can feel the dynamics and arbitrary corners of this space.

At the moment when Lu Qingjia noticed the rebellion in her hair, her whole body was soaring, apparently he had maximized the resistance of the heavenly blood.

Although this limits the hair's intrusion time, the most important point is that the entire space has light when he has become a luminous body.

When there is light, there is shadow.

He didn't even notice the hair. Lu Qingjia's body was not shining. Although some parts of the hair were limited in the light that burst out, some parts were really different from other parts of the body and were in a normal state. .

This reflects his strong control over blood, and even cuts on his body.

That part of the body that was not illuminated, under the shining part of the light, the shadow cast into the ground suddenly jumped like this.

This process is a long one, but it is actually less than one second.

The change happened quickly, almost at the same time that the hair rebelled, the shadow pierced into Lu Qingjia's body, and then the dark shadow grabbed something in Lu Qingjia's body like a living thing and tugged.

A golden pocket watch appeared on the ground, and his hair quickly wanted to be wound up to prevent Lu Qingjia from coming back.

But it was too late. The shadow was originally Lu Qingjia's ability. Although the effect was different from the hairline, there was no doubt that Lu Qingjia could also be flexibly manipulated like an arm.

The tip of the shadow moved the pointer on the gold watch forward, and Lu Qingjia's body time returned to a few minutes before his hair had yet to defect.

He lost his restraint and fell out of the air.

The shadow retracted under his feet, no longer feeling of existence.

Lu Qingjia picked up the gold watch on the ground and heaved a sigh of relief, but he felt like he was left behind.

Although he is calm, he is not a god after all, and he is not sure whether his judgment is absolutely correct without sufficient data for reference.

Lu Qingjia guessed that the betrayal of ability is not just the same every time. This number and frequency will increase as time approaches the end of the game.

If inferred according to normal game logic, of course, the ability to defect will not exceed two at the same time at this time-based on the average value of players of this level.

But nothing can be held back in case. At that critical moment, if his ability to solve problems happens to be rebellious or inaction, it is really hard to save the gods.

Therefore, Lu Qingjia did not choose to directly use the ability to look back in time, but turned it into a prop for manipulation.

At least temporarily, there are signs that abilities will betray, but props will not.

After all, props are strictly speaking'dead things'.

Lu Qingjia kept broadcasting his body time back for almost an hour, to offset the time when his ability might betray.

After a while, it was confirmed that the crisis was temporarily away before returning to the ground.

But in this way, the lunch meal was eaten for nothing.

So after Lu Qingjia came out, he took another lunch box out of the space, hugged the cat back to his lap, and put the lunch box on it to continue eating.

The two players were relieved to see that Lu Qingjia was okay.

"You were too thrilling just now. Fortunately, your abilities are good. Two of you can restrain each other, at least it's okay to escape."

Lu Qingjia didn't tell them what happened in the space, but said: "This time the difficulty is not so good that only one ability betrayed each time."

"Anyway, you guys should be prepared too, pull your own abilities, use a numerical arrangement to calculate the possible combined attacks of the ability rebellion, and then imagine how to respond."

Lu Qingjia's instinctive reaction is extremely fast. The two consecutive abilities betrayed just now, and he does not need to pre-determine it in advance. Only relying on the on-the-spot reaction can turn the danger into a waste, and there is even time to think about the best option.

But it doesn't have to be the case for others. It is difficult to accept the betrayal of the ability that oneself relied on for a long time.

The two of them twitched their mouths: "You, don't you mean that you have already imagined it?"

Lu Qingjia took it for granted: "It's impossible to cover everything. After all, I have more abilities. If you arrange them in numbers, the possibility is less than a few hundred thousand. My brain can't calculate."

But this does not mean that he cannot react.

Obviously from the beginning of the game, only Lu Qingjia was unlucky, but the two players really felt the difficulty of this instance again.

Because the remaining players are coming, Lu Qingjia and the others are not in a hurry to go out for the time being.

With the coordinates given by Lu Qingjia, it won't take long for them to come over.

Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Qingjia took out the lamp oil he had grabbed from the man.

Looking at this thing, he said: "I always think that the lamp is not the key, this is it."

"Why do you think so?" The infinite player dipped the three parts of lamp oil Zhan Lu Qingjia took out of the space, and put it under his nose to smell it: "I have a strong sense of smell, but I didn't smell any ugly smell."

"If you can't smell it, it's right." Lu Qingjia said: "If you can see the evil at a glance, then the previous players will not be stupid enough to order such a thing for themselves."

The village said that the natal lamp is the natal lamp?What if the opposite is a curse?The last thing players lack is suspicion.

Lu Qingjia stretched his hand to the lamp oil to activate the old uncle's ability, but the lamp oil did not change.

This is enough to show that these lamp oils are not dead in the strict sense. At least until now, its increase or decrease is related to living creatures - or to be more prepared, to living people.

This is in line with its nature.

Lu Qingjia combined the abilities of the gold watch and the old uncle again, and this time the change was visible to the naked eye.

After Lu Qingjia stopped the ability output, the two players looked at the three things on the table in amazement.

First, they were horrified by Lu Qingjia's powerful abilities. As far as they saw now, time, space, and powerful natural abilities had all been taken up. Although they were all intermediate players, they were not at the same level.

Even if the other party has already participated in an exchange student copy, this is--

Especially infinite players, all of their players are locked in the infinite city, and many high-level players have been seen. Lu Qingjia is already stronger than many high-level players, right?

Then came the horror of the raw materials separated from the retrospective of the lamp oil.

Because at this time, the three portions of lamp oil have been turned into three lumps of fat with skin, with blood stains on them.

Looking at the characteristics and fineness of the skin, it is obviously human skin.In other words, this is three pieces of human flesh, which is obviously corpse oil refined from human fat.

And beside the fat, there are some small pieces, such as hair, nails, or a few drops of blood.

Lu Qingjia picked up the hair next to the lamp oil'material' that belonged to him, and a camera-sized machine appeared in his hand.

"What is this?" the extreme player asked.

"This is a genetic tester." Infinite players know the hot-selling products in their own mall, and said somewhat sourly: "But this thing is expensive and not cost-effective, and it is not used for general tasks, unless you have more points. Rich people, or technical players, otherwise no one would buy it."

While talking, Lu Qingjia's test results have already come out.

"Hair is mine." Lu Qingjia said, and then compared the two players.

The nails in front of the extreme players are also his, and the blood in front of the infinite players is definitely his.

Even Unlimited players even lifted their legs and saw a fresh big scar on the knee, like a new injury a few months ago. Of course, it has no effect at this time, but looking at the hideous degree of the scar, it can be seen that it was flowing at the beginning. A lot of blood.

Lu Qingjia smiled: "The big discovery, it seems that people have decided on the number of sacrifices far earlier than I guessed. I thought it should be within half a month, within a month of the sky."

"Who would have thought that half a year or even earlier, who should be the next player has been determined."

Since the oil lamp can be the player's natal lamp, it can be used to spy on whether the player is still alive, it must be connected with the player, there is no doubt about this.

The result was that the body tissues belonging to each of their roles were mixed with lamp oil refined from corpse oil. The village was far away from the city, and the young people had never returned. This process of collecting body tissues was not a short-term task. .

"Now two conclusions can be drawn from here."

"One, the so-called being cursed by moving out of the village was originally a conspiracy. Maybe it was really a curse at first, but at least now the village is involved and has considerable authority in the middle."

"Second, people outside, there are traitors who conspired with the village."

"Three, the whereabouts of previous players' bodies have been found."

"This is the player's corpse?" The first two were not surprised, after all, they were similar to their guesses, but in the end this was terrifying.

Lu Qingjia looked at the three pieces of body fat on the table and nodded: "Even now, there is still a trace of spiritual power on it, which is impossible for ordinary people to possess."

"Of course this is also the reason why the player's corpse is used for corpse oil."

Lu Qingjia is now far more sensitive to spiritual power than players of the same level, he can feel it, and there is an ability on his bracelet that can be distinguished, but there is no need to say this.

In general, today this day is not a small harvest.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, other players arrived.

Other players lost their signal when they entered the mountain village, but there was also an infinite player inside. He had that kind of signal receiver, and he got in touch with Lu Qingjia and the others as soon as possible.

The village still welcomed the arrival of another group of players.

When Lu Qingjia and the others arrived, someone had led them to the ancestral hall and began to worship the mountain gods.

It's just that these players are relatively honest, walking through the scene, let them worship, and let the lights light up.

When Lu Qingjia and the others arrived, the man had already placed a few lighted lamps in the bottom row of the altar. Seeing Lu Qingjia, his expression was swept away in the morning, and he smiled with relief.

Lu Qingjia also smiled at him, and when a few players had finished worshipping the mountain god, he asked, "Speaking of which, I'm always talking about our affairs."

"Although our ancestors did things improperly, they are now being punished. But since then, the village must have taken a warning and become more pious and humble towards the mountain gods, right?"

"Seeing that the sacrifice is here, why don't I see the atmosphere of the arrangement right now?"

The man's smile froze, and he glanced at the village head, and the village head explained: "Who said that? We are preparing, but the time has not come, and it is not lively."

"So? Can I go and see it?" Lu Qingjia said.

"What are you looking at?" The man frowned, obviously a little impatient with this man's arrogance.

Lu Qingjia said: "Speaking of which we are considered sacrifices, shouldn't we say hello to the sacrifices chosen by the village itself? Anyway, when we get to the mountain god, we will have to take care of each other in the future."

"Although I have the same root and the same race, but unfortunately I didn't grow up together since I was young. Even though the blood is thicker than the water, my feelings are calm. Why not take this opportunity to get close?"

When Lu Qingjia said this, there were still many villagers around.

Although this village is as patriarchal as most closed villages, there is still a boy in the sacrifice, the girl’s parents do not care, the boy’s parents always feel distressed.

So he said quickly: "Cheng Chengcheng, my family Shuanzi is not in good life. I have to serve Lord Shanshen a few years before he has come to life."

"He has a naughty personality, and he will not be at home anymore. Sooner or later, he will get into trouble. With your brothers and sisters taking care of this, we should be more reliable as parents."

Before the village chief and the man had time to speak, the group was about to pass together.

Lu Qingjia even took out a camera from his body and said to them, "Can I take a picture of the whole sacrifice?"

"Don't look at me like this. I'm still a fan of documentary films. If my parents had told me that there was this ancient traditional sacrifice in my hometown, I would have returned early, and I wouldn't have to wait until now."

"Although I may not survive this month, it is worthwhile to leave something valuable before I die."

"What are you taking?" the village chief said angrily: "No filming! Do you want to kill the entire village?"

Even if it is closed again, it is known that it is illegal for a living person to sacrifice.

Lu Qingjia laughed and said, "How can it be? I just think that this world is in charge of false gods, most of which are liars under the guise."

"Our mountain god is a real manifestation. Since we have this ability, why should we be confined to the mountain col? I hope the glory of the mountain god shines on the earth."

"This is what is wrong with you. You can't limit a god to this for your own selfish desires, so that our village can enjoy the blessings of the mountain gods forever. This is to say that it is humble and ugly. The essence is not to it. Imprisoned?"

Sighing sincerely, "It's so pathetic."

"What's so pitiful?" The village head flushed with anger: "Why don't you feel sorry for yourself first? It's less than half a month before you can live. If you can't eat and drink after serious consideration? Lord Renshan Shen needs it. Are you pitiful?"

"What is so pitiful for me?" Lu Qingjia looked righteous: "I have been interested in religion since I was a child, but I was disappointed in the end of my research. My lifelong dream is to see the true god and serve the right and left sides."

"My dream has come true, and I have made contributions to my fathers and villagers. How come I become pitiful in your mouth?"

Lu Qingjia looked at them with suspicion and accusation against the guest and said: "Your beliefs are not sincere. So you treat the sacrificers that way? You feel pitiful to serve the mountain god? Huh?"

These fanatical religious statements put the two on fire.

The surrounding villagers looked at the village chief’s eyes with dissatisfaction: "His uncle, why do you say that?"

"Don't you always say you are blessed when you persuade us to be children? Where is the pathetic?"

The village chief felt the entanglement of the shit stick now, and he became more convinced by the man's words.

Just looking back, okay, I was taken astray by that kid.

He said angrily: "I have worshipped the mountain god for so many years, do you need a baby to teach?"

"Anyway, you can't shoot, or you will break your legs."

Lu Qingjia shrugged: "Well, if you don't shoot, you don't want to shoot. I'll just check it out, right?"

Talking and muttering quite dissatisfied, the village chief and the man reacted when the group of people had gone away.

"No, just look at it?"

"Forget it, don't worry about this kid." The man sneered: "It's just a cleverness. In the past, it was not without cleverness, but what happened later?"

"Don't talk about it, just say that the person his brother took is worse than him? The result?"

The village chief could only hold his breath and nodded.

Lu Qingjia and his entourage came to the boy's house who was chosen as the sacrifice.

It was the youngest of their family who was selected, only eight or nine years old, when people hated dogs.

When Lu Qingjia and his party arrived, the child just made funny faces with them, and wanted him to put on the sacrificial clothes for everyone to see, but also crying.

What Lu Qingjia disliked most was communicating with children who were completely unable to communicate.

After being polite, he turned around and went to the girl's house who was chosen as the sacrifice.

But this time there are no more players together.

Because passing by the house where they stayed, the players who had just arrived were led to settle down first.

When Lu Qingjia came to the girl's house, her treatment was not as good as that of the boys.

The girl is the second daughter of the family, and is the most easily overlooked position. After being selected as a sacrifice, the parents did not feel disheartened. I am afraid that the only consideration is that the family is missing a job.

The girl is older, eleven or twelve years old, but sensible and mature, and she knows how to pour a stool when the guests come.

Lu Qingjia simply went straight and said that he wanted to see the girl's sacrificial dress in advance. If possible, it is best to repeat the sacrificial process.

After all, according to what the girls by the river said yesterday, the whole process of the sacrifice was held in a large court, and the elderly should see it every three years, which should have been remembered long ago.

The girl's parents didn't want it, but Lu Qingjia raised his hand and threw tens of thousands of dollars in cash.

The girl's parents can only say that they originally planned to severely condemn him for this behavior, but he gave too much.

In a short while, the girl walked out wearing gorgeous sacrificial costumes, because Lu Qingjia gave the money, naturally she wanted to satisfy him.

The girl's grandmother used to manage the sacrificial process, ranging from the altar decoration to the small details of the costumes of the sacrifices, all displayed one by one.

It was something that he didn't have in his hand, and he even told Lu Qingjia in a gesture that he must be immersed on the scene.

Lu Qingjia noticed that the color of the wreath on the girl's head was a little rare.

According to Lu Qingjia's cognition, the flowers are generally white, blue and purple, and have never seen red.

Even with artificial cultivation, the village is obviously not boring enough to introduce ornamental vegetation outside of grain.

Then asked the girl's grandma: "This is—"

"Oh, this is a mountain god flower. It doesn't bloom anywhere else, only here we have it."

"Wearing this kind of flower, the mountain god knows that it is a tribute to it. At this time of the year, the child can't touch the flower, for fear of being caught by the mountain god as a tribute."

Lu Qingjia nodded: "Boys and girls want to wear it?"

"Yes."

Lu Qingjia smiled: "I see."

Then he learned more details and left the girl's house.

The two players who were with him didn't know that there was a high probability that the game would temporarily transfer the curse, so they didn't take the matter to heart, and they didn't know Lu Qingjia's true intentions.

When Lu Qingjia said that he wanted to see the red flowers, the two people realized that there might be something weird in it.

When the three of them were about to pass, they saw two players galloping towards them, with a panic expression on their faces.

"Yes, someone died." Both of them pale before standing still.

"It's Lu Jiang, he was killed by his own ability."

"We just settled in and got ready to come and find you, but suddenly a blade came out of him."

The dead player has the ability to eject extremely sharp blades from the body, and is an offensive player who is good in close combat.

At this time, he died under his own ability. Not only his hands and limbs, but even his face, head and eyes, also crazily drilled blades, destroying his body, and the whole person died miserably.

Although Lu Qingjia had reminded before that everyone was quite vigilant, but when it really happened, there was no time to react.

Everyone realized how desperate they were to betray their abilities, and the difficulty of this instance far exceeded their estimates.

Even when the player died, the blade was ejected from the ground, and the impact was so strong that it almost caused another player to start. Even if the reaction was fast enough, it still left a lot of wounds.

When the three of Lu Qingjia returned to the house, only a few players remained silent.

Lu Qingjia stepped forward to inspect the corpse. At this time, the blade of the opponent had disappeared.

But judging from the hideous wounds all over, one can see the torture he suffered during his lifetime.

Zhong Liyu consciously jumped on his shoulders, his tail hooked Lu Qingjia's neck, and kept quiet the whole time.

Lu Qingjia was about to turn the player's body over and when it touched the opponent's skin, suddenly several sharp blades popped out of the skin.

It seemed as if Lu Qingjia's finger had been cut, blood spilling on it.

At the same time, the dead body suddenly moved, and a sharp blade on the palm of his hand pierced Lu Qingjia's brows--

The author has something to say:

In this copy, all conspiracies are premised on targeting Jiajia.

The purpose is to keep him here, no matter how bad he is, he will have to bury the pit and cut off the possibility of his successful revenge.