Zhong Yirou didn't expect that what Yang Ming said was true.

But she could not feel any trace of An Wujiu's previous disguise, even when she was sewing the wound on him. Before that, she had used many methods to test it, and in the end she almost believed that the person in front of her had indeed lost his memory and had no intention of killing.

But An Wujiu, who is standing at the duel threshold, has no similarity to him before, except for his appearance. He is full of oppression and provocation. He is clearly left with only blood, but he still looks at ease and is extremely excited about duels and killing.

In addition to becoming weak and dull, insomnia and dreamy, deterioration of language function, emotional disorders, and repeated intrusive memories of the injury, a small number of people will also experience another extreme symptoms - violence and irritability, emotional instability, reduced empathy, and extreme excitement.

The former is An Wujiu, while the latter is him now.

There have been many incidents of retired mercenaries going crazy before, but the public opinion at that time only regarded the few social cases of shooting hundreds of people as terrorism caused by cyber psychiatric disorders.

When humans are no longer composed of organisms, humans begin to be different from humans, so human psychological problems no longer become a question worthy of attention.

Shen Ti in the duel threshold was not as shocked as others imagined. On the contrary, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

The moment An Wujiu's long knife stabbed Shen Ti in the eyes, he was close to him and turned sideways, avoiding the attack, and leaned back at the moment An Wujiu slashed horizontally, and while avoiding it, he picked up the iron stick on the ground.

"Don't you want to give it to me?" An Wujiu still smiled.

"The melon that is twisted is not sweet." With all its weapons, Shen Ti began to attack An Wujiu, and one end of the steel bar almost hit An Wujiu's head.

"I really want to, beg me."

An Wujiu didn't move, he just turned his head, dodged directly, and sneered.

"Who said it's not sweet, I'm going to force it."

Shen Ti's attack was more violent than before.

Retreat left, retreat right, and retreat left.

The huge metal collision sound exploded with fire.

A long knife blocks the iron stick.

The moment the two of them were getting very close, the tips of their noses were about to meet each other. An Wujiu suddenly stretched out his fingers to Shen Ti, and the fingertips that exerted force were close to those eyes.

Shen Ti had no intention of avoiding, and looked straight into An Wujiu's eyes.

Finally, the hand stopped.

"You are testing me." An Wujiu's voice was very soft.

"Is that true?" Shen Ti just smiled, "You've misunderstood."

The two of them had an attack that was full of tension, with a radical rhythm, pressing step by step, and stalemate. But An Wujiu could see how much force the other party used, and he didn't want to be the leading party in this dance.

Finally, he stopped his hand, raised his leg and kicked the steel bar in Shen Ti's hand out of the duel threshold. The moment he left the light curtain, the steel bar turned into green data and eventually disappeared.

Facing Shen Ti, An Wujiu slowly retreated, holding the long knife in his left hand, and the tip of the knife slid on the ground, and blood flowed with his right hand, and blood fell drop by drop along the track.

"You have a good face," he said expressionlessly, "It's a pity that everything you do is boring."

He doesn't like being tempted.

"It's really boring." An Wujiu looked up, raised his hand and turned his wrist, and the tip of the knife turned directly. He stabbed Shen Ti's knife into his chest.

The blood bars on the top of the head are directly cleared.

He threw the knife out directly, then raised his hand and made a surrender, but his face was filled with a happy smile.

"I lost, I admit defeat."

Everyone was stunned. No one expected that this guy could be so crazy that he could solve himself.

"This round of duel wins seriously - An Wujiu's blood bar is reduced by one, and the number of blood bars left is: 1."

"I know." An Wujiu lowered his head, took off his blood-stained T-shirt with one hand, shook his hair that was only on his shoulders, bit his top with his teeth, tear out the strip of cloth, and tied it up as a bandage to fix his injured hands and chest.

After taking off his clothes and being careful, he realized that An Wujiu's left chest had a pattern drawn from black lines, just like the white flowers on his right neck, they were all blooming peony.

After dealing with his injuries, An Wujiu walked out of the duel threshold, and the scarlet light curtain covered his naked skin, as if returning in blood.

An Wujiu, who was clearly out of the game and died with only one life, had confidence and momentum that ordinary people could not understand. He walked step by step towards Yang Ming, stood in front of Yang Ming, whose body was already stiff, stared at his pale face, and raised his hand to put the hair covering his cheek behind his ears.

"You..." Yang Ming could not accept everything that happened in front of him, "You..."

He had already decided that the terrible An Wujiu would never come back. At this small duel threshold, he could completely kill An Wujiu without any effort.

Yang Ming suppressed his anger and fear: "You are indeed lying!"

As if he heard a joke, An Wujiu was amused by him, "Where is me, I have no impression of you at all. But-"

"Don't you remember me? If I really want to lie..."

An Wujiu lowered his head slightly and whispered to him with a simple look, "You're dead long ago."

After saying that, An Wujiu patted Yang Ming on the shoulder, walked past him, turned around, and smiled and said to everyone, "I know what you are thinking."

While walking around, he imitated the tone of an outsider, "An Wujiu is lying! He is indeed the kind of person Yang Ming said. Now he only has the last life left. Just ask for a duel and kill him."

"This idea is pretty good." An Wujiu turned his neck, "If I were you, I would definitely make a duel now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Chengwei opened his mouth with urgency.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"I was also puzzled about why I entered this broken game. I was even more puzzled about my bullying look more than ten minutes ago." After saying that, he looked at Yang Ming, "Hey, you. Haven't you seen me? Explain me, I'm just stupid in the 'good game' game you said?"

Yang Ming's hand trembled slightly, he clenched it tightly, and then suddenly said to everyone: "Did you see it? This is his true face! Must..."

"Stop." An Wujiu rolled his eyes and shook his head, "What is a precious virtue to ask and answer."

"Listen to everyone." He seemed to feel tired, and sat cross-legged on the ground, bent, held his chin with his uninjured hand, and said with an insignificant expression: "I heard that I seem to be the player with the most points on the field at present, and I feel that you are very curious.

"I'll just say it. The reward for the points I received in the last game was 50,000 points. Or 50,000 sanctuary."

He expressed his plan that had been calculated long ago. Although he was puzzled by his previous good temper, fortunately he laid the groundwork step by step.

Everyone was shocked. No one expected that the opponent's score of winning in one game could be several times his accumulated points.

Only Chen Ti narrowed his green eyes.

"As long as you don't fight me, after the game is over, I will share my last round of points rewards equally with you." He smiled generously, and pointed at Yang Ming with his hands, "Listen, it's everyone, including the one who wants to kill me."

"You can calculate it, the equal dividend may be higher than the reward points you all won in this round of game."

Faced with this kind of temptation, it is difficult for anyone not to be moved.

Yang Ming’s previous proposal to share the materials equally has won a lot of people’s hearts, but the materials in the game are always virtual. Although they can live for a while, they participate in the game just to advance and gain points. They want to return to reality and become a real rich man, not to mention that points or hard currency in the game, no matter how you calculate, it is more tempting than materials.

Liu Chengwei licked his lips and said stubbornly: "Then you are happy. No one else wants to make a duel. You can just duel with others."

An Wujiu smiled and said, "Of course not. I also assure you that as long as you agree with my request, I will never initiate a duel against you in this game."

He continued to incite: "I know, you are very afraid of me. To be honest, I really have some brain problems. My personality is good and bad, but it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I am a guy who only has one blood bar and zero supplies and may die here at any time. My only thought is that I don't want to die like this. You just need to agree to my request and leave me some room for me. I will give everyone the points of the previous round for nothing. Isn't that good?"

Under all the preparations, An Wujiu has indeed become the weakest person on the field. He cannot plunder materials, nor can he recover his blood strips, and has no supplies. Even if he does not fight, he may starve to death.

There is no need to do anything at all.

"How do we know if you will lie to us? Mr. Yang has said that you are not a vegetarian." Ueno said boldly, but was soon scared away by An Wujiu's terrible eyes, "I... just ask."

"I'm so afraid of me? I don't eat people." An Wujiu made an innocent expression. "I still believe Yang Ming's words now. He just wanted to set up a target for you and kill one."

"When I first came in, I told you that everyone was peaceful and lived together until the last day. You must not listen. Now I proposed the second plan, and you should think about it carefully."

No one dares to act rashly, and An Wujiu doesn't force himself, he just smiles.

"Don't worry, of course, you have to understand the money. In this way, I'll give you some evidence."

Zhong Yirou thought that he had no memory and did not know the various mechanisms in the game, so she reminded: "The system can be used as a third-party guarantee."

In the morning, she transferred 10,000 yuan from the total amount and asked her to sew a needle. Now she has to take the last round of reward points to do business.

A prodigal son. It turns out that a prodigal son is a prodigal son.

"Can you still do this?" An Wujiu showed a surprise expression, put his palm beside his mouth, and shouted to the ceiling, "Hey, Shengyin."

Soon, the system responded to his voice, "The player An Wujiu made an interactive request."

"Get me a contract quota and so that everyone can press a handprint. If I don't give everyone points in the end, or launch a duel against them, I will clear all the points after the game is over, and you will be punished if you violate the regulations."

"Wait a minute." Lao Yu asked, "If you spend the last round of points, can we still get the money?"

An Wujiu said, "I understand, I'm afraid I'll use it, right? Shengyin, if you add one, it will definitely give you all reward points in the last round if it doesn't work."

Shengyin spoke, "Once the player provides points transactions in the system, regardless of whether the player still has points, the points will be deducted after the transaction is completed."

"If the total number of players' points is zero, a debt mode will be reached with the system. Even if the player survives successfully in the debt mode, the next round of the game will automatically add huge disadvantages. Please be cautious."

"I know, I know," An Wujiu yawned. "I look at the data on my panel and participated in four games. The winning rate is 100%. They know whether the family is rich or not. Please print the contract."

"A convention system is being generated."

Soon, a virtual note with fluorescent blue appeared in front of him, writing down An Wujiu's requests and promises.

[Player An Wujiu uses the points obtained in the previous game to exchange requirements with other players: no duel requests are initiated for An Wujiu in the game. All players who press the fingerprints are deemed to accept the agreement and will not receive duel invitations from An Wujiu, and will get the points obtained in the previous round based on the number of people as a reward. If either party violates the rules, they will accept the punishment of zeroing the account points.

Party A: An Wujiu Party B:]

"Is this OK? Is it okay? I will sign it to anyone."

An Wujiu had already pressed his fingerprint at Party A and then looked at others with a relaxed look on his face.
Chapter completed!