There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 927: 757: Block Them All! Block Them All!2

Chapter 927: Chapter 757: Block Them All! Block Them All!_2

When she started to feel hungry,

she rembered her list of plays and opened her Player’s Handbook to refresh it. This ti, to her surprise, the editing was finally done.

The girl gritted her teeth and clicked to watch!

The opening of the theater video featured the familiar majestic and atmospheric musical intro, accompanied by the nas of the players and characters.

“Xu Shuo?”

The girl quickly exited the play, used the search function to find the player’s profile, and checked it out.

But she couldn’t glean much from the player’s profile.

She continued digging into the player’s “play list,” intending to see what skills this guy had and what his background was.

But what she found was…

She seed to have been blacklisted already.

The girl: “???”

She was dumbfounded and refreshed the play list several tis, but it remained accompanied by a yellow exclamation mark. Shaking slightly, she then opened the greeting function between players.

Cautiously, she sent a ssage.

Sure enough, it was still greeted with a yellow exclamation mark.

She was really blacklisted!

Unbelievable!

This guy must be a repeat offender. Otherwise, how could he blacklist people this fast? Clearly, the mont the editing was done, he must have cross-checked nas and started blacklisting enemies!

The girl sat dumbly for quite a while.

Unable to seek revenge—or even curse him out using the greeting function—she suddenly felt like she was having a heart attack all over again.

Left with no other choice, the girl could only sulk and open her own play to see what had actually happened.

The first half of the story.

Mostly revolved around the Pope of Light.

From the mont he entered the script, he was running around nonstop, traversing from the Western Continent to The North, then back to the Eastern Continent. He was utterly swamped with activity.

And finally, the girl realized how she ended up unconscious.

At the end of the day, it boiled down to her skills not being as good as his.

“He’s so damn handso.”

“And still went out of his way to flirt with … He definitely did it on purpose!”

“Too bad his mouth is full of lies.”

The girl muttered to herself softly.

Then she clicked to take a screenshot and saved it.

…

…

anwhile, inside another Script Space.

Zuo Fang, who had narrowly survived death, suddenly opened his eyes.

And imdiately, he was t with his teacher’s pair of calm, unreadable black eyes. It startled him so much that he jolted, tumbling off the couch, instinctively summoning his silver handgun in the process.

Thankfully, he stopped himself from doing anything foolish, realizing this was his ho turf.

“Holy crap! Teacher, don’t ever do that again. What if my gun accidentally went off?”

Zuo Fang patted his chest, trying to steady his pounding heart.

Sikong Weiyan, however, rely let out a cold laugh. “I told you to practice swordsmanship, but it seems your speed in drawing a gun still can’t match my speed in unsheathing my sword.”

At those words,

Zuo Fang’s head snapped up.

That’s when he noticed a cloud-patterned longsword faintly glowing and hovering above his head. He had no idea when it got there—or even when his teacher had drawn it!

Cold sweat trickled down Zuo Fang’s forehead.

He hastily stowed away his gun and awkwardly plopped back onto the couch, sitting upright and proper, pretending he’d never teased his teacher in the first place.

Only then did Sikong Weiyan indifferently withdraw his sword.

“Mission accomplished?”

“Yes, it’s done.” Zuo Fang replied obediently.

“Did you et the person?”

“I did.”

“How do you feel about him?”

“Hmm…”

Zuo Fang’s lips curled into a slightly cheeky smile. Rubbing his chin, he said, “That kid’s got sothing. Feels like he’s pretty talented.”

Sikong Weiyan raised an eyebrow. “So, is he easy to get along with?”

Without missing a beat, Zuo Fang firmly shook his head, not even pausing to think.

Before his teacher could press further,

Zuo Fang took the initiative to add, “He seems like the controlling type. People like that are usually a pain to deal with—kind of headstrong and self-centered.”

Sikong Weiyan nodded thoughtfully.

He fell into his own musings.

anwhile, after sitting for a while, Zuo Fang couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Full of curiosity, he asked excitedly, “Teacher, I’ve got a question. Why hasn’t Senior Hong Rao leveled up just by taking on students?”

Sikong Weiyan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Zuo Fang instantly plastered on a shaless grin. “Teacher, co on, tell !”

…

Back when Zuo Fang was just another clueless newbie,

it wasn’t until his current teacher scouted him that he learned about the unique roles of “Director” and “ntor” among players. Naturally, he then investigated what it ant to be a “ntor.”

And that led to…

His discovery, through various forum posts, of a certain “Student Killer.”

Rumor had it that this ntor not only failed to help their students grow but also set a record for getting dozens of them killed, achieving a level of notoriety that made them a terrifying legend in the Script Space.

Who the hell is this badass?

Let’s be real: if getting students killed was so kind of cursed karmic weapon, then this weapon was undeniably overpowered.

Thankfully, such an OP character didn’t take an interest in !

Zuo Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But he voiced his concern nervously, “I an, I’ve already been through three scripts with her as her student. What if this kind of debuff gets transferred to ? What if I die before you even finish teaching ?”

Sikong Weiyan replied with a hint of sarcasm, “Don’t worry. Even without that debuff, your odds of dying prematurely are still high.”

Zuo Fang: “…”

Is this teacher really mine?

Sikong Weiyan continued matter-of-factly, “When a ntor successfully trains their first student, they receive a rare item. This item can’t be traded or gifted and can only be used by the ntor player.”

Hong Rao’s endless recruitnt attempts.

Were actually all about getting her hands on that item.

But who could have imagined…

She managed to get every single one of her students killed.

In her desperate bid to successfully train a student, Hong Rao gave it her all. The amount of effort she invested was undeniable, even if there weren’t tangible results.

In the early days of taking on students, Hong Rao was the nurturing and benevolent type of ntor.

But the students all died.

Later, when taking in new students, Hong Rao adopted a cold and stern teaching style.

The students still died.

Then, with subsequent recruits,

Hong Rao carefully combined her past experiences, balancing strictness and kindness, ntoring with passion and care, treating her students like treasures.

And then they died in the Level Four assessnt.

Hong Rao: “…”

By now, Hong Rao might’ve just given up entirely.

Or perhaps she’s begun only accepting students she deems resilient enough.

Either way, she’s spent a long ti refraining from recruiting new ones.

Each year, Script Space adds new players in two seasons.

Although Hong Rao keeps a close eye on promising newcors during these tis, she almost never actively approaches them, opting instead to watch and deliberate for a long while.

That’s why,

Sikong Weiyan found it curious that this ti, she acted so decisively—taking in a new student just halfway into the new quarter.

As for this newcor.

He found them intriguing as well.

What kind of person could catch Hong Rao’s attention at first glance?

After all, judging by this person’s scripts, they seed decent at role-playing within the ga but weren’t particularly outstanding.

And they didn’t exactly co off as exceptionally resilient, either.

Sikong Weiyan was genuinely curious.

“I get that there’s an item involved, but what does that have to do with her not leveling up?” Zuo Fang eagerly pressed on.

“Let’s set that aside for now. At this ti, the script you just completed should be online, right? Open it up and let see.” Sikong Weiyan said.

“Ha, you’d rather spare ti to watch other people’s students than explain things to your own student!”

Zuo Fang huffed and turned his head away dramatically.

Which earned him a swift smack on the head with the sword hilt.

Zuo Fang bitterly opened his play list.

Sure enough, the editing was complete.

As he watched the opening credits detailing the characters’ introductions and visuals, Zuo Fang suddenly rembered a promise he made to so Dragon Whelp: to add him as a friend once they got out.

So, shifting the script window aside, Zuo Fang began watching the opening while also using the search function to look up a certain na.

“Luo Kun.”

Oh, great, it really was that madman.

The psycho who walked out of a ntal asylum.

At that mont, Sikong Weiyan’s voice sounded beside him: “Luo Kun? You encountered him this ti?!”

Zuo Fang nodded. “Yep, and he was actually on our faction. I think Qi ntioned sothing about him to .”

As he spoke, he hit the “Follow” button.

But when he turned his head, he caught his ntor’s unusually stern expression.

Zuo Fang froze: “What’s wrong?”

With furrowed brows, Sikong Weiyan asked, “You got along with him?”

Zuo Fang imdiately shook his head furiously.

“Then why did you follow him?”

“He threatened in there, saying I had to follow him after we got out. But obviously, I only planned to follow him briefly and then…”

“Blacklist him.”

“…”

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