Chapter Thirty-Four: The Mysterious Person - Leng

  "Blue Universe, Shadow help me open this coffin!" Lian Xi's words instantly made Zhou Blue Universe and Shadow somewhat at a loss. "What? Open the coffin? Not too good, right... Although I basically deal with dead people every day, but disturbing their rest is indeed not good..." Shadow looked very hesitant. Because only he knew the miserable state of Xiao Mu's death. She didn't want Lian Xi to see it...

  "Open it!" Lian Yu yelled like a madman, her face still pale and gasping for air, leaning against Xiao Mu's coffin. "Lan Yu, help me open the coffin." Qiao Jia also stared at Xiao Mu's coffin, she too wanted to take another look at Xiao Mu.

  Zhou Lan Yu walked over, placed his hands on the coffin, and before he even applied any force, the coffin was pushed open. It was surprisingly easy to push open. In fact, Lian Xi had already prepared himself, but when the coffin opened, there wasn't a hint of rotting smell or any bloody odor. Was there really Xiao Mu's corpse inside...? Lian Xi suddenly felt a little afraid to look, not because he feared seeing how terrifying Xiao Mu's dead body was, but because he was afraid that if he looked inside and didn't find Xiao Mu, he would be greatly disappointed...

  Qiao Jia walked over, struggling internally for a long time, and finally looked inside. Sure enough, Xiao Mu was quietly lying there. "Lian Xi, Xiao Mu is really in there..." Qiao Jia couldn't help but sob, and Lian Xi also turned to look.

  Xiao Mu's body had no wounds, not even a drop of blood. The corpse didn't show any signs of decay, it just lay quietly and lonely in the coffin. "Probably all the dead people will come here, and their corpses will be intact..." Ying's words suddenly sparked a hint of suspicion in Lian Xi. "Ying, what do you mean by 'intact'?" Lian Xi glared at Ying with hatred in her eyes.

  "It's just...just a guess, you also saw it, the people who died here are all miserable and covered in blood, but Xiaomu's body doesn't have any wounds, it's a bit unbelievable..." Ying hurriedly made excuses, looking very nervous. Lianxi didn't ask too many questions. She only wanted to accompany Xiaomu quietly at this moment.

  "This coffin has some weird stuff written on it..." Lan Yu had already turned around in a small circle, "Not only is the name written, but also where they died, as well as their martial power, survival ability and overall strength... Does this have some kind of hidden meaning? Let's not delay any longer, let's find all the rules of the game as soon as possible and everything will be clear..."

  Lian Xi and Qiao Jia were pulled away by Ying He and Lan Yu, who gently pushed the coffin lid back. Lian Xi and Qiao Jia reluctantly looked at Xiao Mu, knowing that the coffin was completely covered. At this moment, Lian Xi thought of Qiao Yu's words in the hidden task, could it be true that they could revive their teammate and leave together?! "Xiao Mu! I will definitely save you!" Lian Xi's words made others feel a bit unbelievable, after all, people can't come back to life, probably due to her being too heartbroken and confused...

  "Why are some of these coffins different?" Qiao Jia pointed to the coffin on her left. This coffin was indeed different from the others, which were all ordinary black coffins, while this one was a white coffin covered with a layer of black crepe. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Ke Yingxuan's. Qiao Jia read the text on the coffin: "Died in the 17th round, 4th game of the Inferno Game, Ke Yingxuan, survival points 49, combat power 4, survival ability 5, comprehensive strength 5... Ke Yingxuan, a familiar name... where have I heard it before..."

  "Qiao Jia, you said this is Ke Yingxuan's coffin?..." Lian Xi stared at the coffin, "The first time I came to this nightmare game, I met him, and in the end he died in front of me..." Qiao Jia also suddenly remembered that it was Lian Xi who had told her about this person when she talked about her own nightmares.

  So why would his coffin be special?

  Continue walking forward, and there are several white coffins covered with black veils. The shadow stops in front of a white coffin, this is the first time the shadow has shown such a surprised expression.

  Died in the third game of the tenth round of Purgatory Game

  The winner of the eighth and ninth rounds

  Cold Survival Points 257

  Combat Power 7 Survival Ability 6 Overall Strength 7

  Cool! Such a familiar name. He's actually been playing this game all along, and is the winner of two rounds! Why didn't he choose to leave? The familiarity is because Cool and Shadow were once part of the same organization of assassins, while Cool was one of the rare X-class assassins, always going solo, with no one knowing who he was except for Shadow. Of course, after Cool died in the game, his name was erased from the real world, and everyone forgot that he ever existed...

  Can't help but say that Leng is the player who has survived for the longest time in the game. Apart from him, there are also players who have accumulated enough survival points to leave the game alive, but no one like Leng has chosen to stay even after scoring enough points. However, Leng can be considered the player with the highest overall strength in the game, and his existence has increased the fun of the game. To the extent that the creator of the game felt extremely regretful about Leng's death...

  At this time, the other three people also came to Ying's side and saw the words on the coffin. "How is it possible! If you score 100 points, you can leave, why did he score more than 200 points but still die here?" The others didn't say anything, actually they were thinking the same thing as Qiao Jia at this moment. Can it be that they are fundamentally unable to leave this game?

  "It's possible that he himself doesn't want to leave this game." Shadow blurted out, and even he didn't know how he came up with those words.

  Indeed, when Leng was alive, he had told Ying that he was playing a very dangerous game, but didn't elaborate. He just said he wanted to keep playing because killing people in real life was too easy, and with his skills, he naturally hoped to find some excitement. Killing ghosts is much more interesting than killing people, besides, Leng didn't think he would die here, even if he did, it wasn't a big deal. Leng had long been tired of the endless assassination missions, and he had already earned enough money to last him several lifetimes...

  "In short, let's find the rules of the game first...” A silent figure walked ahead, looking dazed. He caught sight of the coffin again and his heart began to feel heavy without realizing it. For some reason, he felt a pang of sadness. After all, Leng was his only friend, and they were partners. As long as they worked together, there was no task they couldn't complete.

  They used to jokingly call themselves a group, and even gave themselves a very feminine name - Pseudo-Hibiscus. Because they didn't wear black night clothes like ordinary assassins to hide themselves. Every time they went to complete a task, they wore white clothes, sneering in the cold moonlight, just like the white pseudo-hibiscus mandrake flower, and every time they completed their task, their clothes were always stained with fresh blood, turning the mandrake flower into a red peony...

  Ying had lost interest in looking at the different coffins that appeared around him. The others quietly followed behind Ying. They knew that as long as they found all the rules of the game, they would get their answers.

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