Amid the "Deceit Prison" shrouded in strands of purple light, the alarm had ceased, casting a slightly dim and eerie atmosphere. A figure, appearing sowhat relaxed, stood with hands in pockets between the two sides, a subtle and ambiguous smile playing on his lips.
The arrival of Yang Qizhou brought about a brief and eerie silence on the scene...
Finally, the lamp holder has arrived.
Gazing at the flickering figure in the dimness before him, Zhou Xu felt a significant release of the tension gripping his heart. The mysterious and unpredictable "No-True Deception Secret Ceremony," combined with the ferocity of the "Hermit Association" and the "Death Cult," had once plunged him into despair.
At this mont, the voice of Yang Qizhou greeting them rang out,
"The lamp holder has actually t the Hermit? When was that? Ah, the Abyss Old God revival event..." Zhou Xu squinted, vaguely guessing inwardly, but felt no anxiety. If the only unregistered S-class player of the Deceit Bureau indeed had a friendly relationship with the "Hermit Association," then they would not have thwarted their sche at the Diamond Building a few days ago, preventing the birth of the "Abyss Old God," and even saving him.
Logically speaking, there were grievances between the two sides.
The Dark Star and Yang Feng were also deeply shocked internally.
The figure that suddenly appeared looked ordinary, dressed casually, and would not stand out on the streets. Yet, rely standing there, he exuded a presence that seed to suppress all worldly foes, even causing the originally surging fraud power to fall deathly silent upon his arrival.
"It’s the complete divine na that Zhou recites..." Yang Feng’s thoughts fluctuated, but he grasped sothing crucial.
In contrast to Zhou Xu and the others’ relief, the response of the "Death Cult" and "Hermit Association" was completely opposite, tensed to the extre.
This person is terrifying.
Silently, he broke through the guarded system of the "Deceit Prison" and the "No-True Deception Secret Ceremony." This person’s power is unfathomable; without absolute confidence, they must not act rashly.
Mr. Death adjusted the rim of his glasses, no longer displaying the previous ease, his body tensed, facing a formidable enemy now, feeling as if the figure before him lded with the dark surroundings, transforming into an indescribably terrifying monster.
"Have you seen before, Sir?" The Hermit with a monster mask spoke, his voice filled with bewildernt and confusion.
In truth, he already recognized the young man standing inexplicably before him as the mysterious player who thwarted the birth of the Abyss Old God and ruined his plan at the Diamond Building.
Even though he wore a mask and had never seen the other’s true face, the guidance from his spirituality assured him of this fact.
The reason he wouldn’t acknowledge it was that, deep down, the Hermit knew that soone who could easily break through the "No-True Deception Secret Ceremony" had strength beyond the ordinary; and now, at the most critical mont of the "plan," having one less enemy would reduce an elent of unpredictability.
Especially since this enemy remained so enigmatic and unfathomable.
Taking a deep breath, the Hermit solemnly said, "Honorable Sir, this is an enmity between us and the Deceit Bureau. Please refrain from intervening. As compensation, I am willing to pay 150,000 Old Sacrifices, which is all my possessions."
150,000 Old Sacrifices?
This amount is enough to tempt any player in the Deceit World.
Zhou Xu, the Dark Star, and Yang Feng imdiately looked at the lamp holder anxiously...
"150,000? Such grand generosity, truly making one’s heart flutter unconsciously..." The lamp holder’s voice rang out, and their hearts instantly tensed to the extre, especially the Dark Star, feeling a wave of despair, assuming their savior had been tempted.
Look at how scared you all are,
150,000 Old Sacrifices might be an irresistible amount to other players, but for , it doesn’t hold such appeal. Scoring a freebie at the Destiny Store could easily yield several multiples of that 150,000.
Not to ntion, to a vile Hidden Organization, failing to pay would seem only natural.
Yang Qizhou, quietly observing Zhou Xu and the others, keenly perceived the shifts in their minds, and an involuntary smile curved his lips, finding imnse satisfaction in so wicked amusent.
Then he changed his tone and pouted, "But Mr. Monster, back at the Diamond Building, you secretly watched for a long ti, and then even engaged in friendly exchanges. Now you pretend not to know ? That makes quite unhappy, so I’m definitely going to involve myself in this matter."
The stark contrast left Zhou Xu, the Dark Star, and Yang Feng feeling as if their hearts had montarily stopped, nearly losing their breath, internally screaming... Please don’t leave us hanging like that.
Mr. Monster? Friendly exchanges?
The Hermit with the "monster" mask felt puzzled by these terms, yet realized that relying on negotiation to compel this mysterious player to leave on his own was no longer possible. Without hesitation, he activated the "No-True Deception Secret Ceremony,
Engulfed in strands of purple luminescent light, Fraud began to form, while nearby, a killer blending with the darkness appeared at the side, a cruel smile on his face as he stabbed a broken blade toward the target’s heart,
The killer was confident because the power of Fraud was blinding the target’s true perception. Despite the imminent killing intent, the person before him remained entirely unaware.
Zhou Xu had previously been stabbed by a dagger for this very reason.
Yet at this mont, the assassin saw the young man clad in casual attire and perpetually harboring an enigmatic smile, suddenly turn his head, their gazes locking onto each other, and a trendous chill surged through his entire being, feeling as if a hand was fiercely gripping his heart,
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