A simple and mysterious thick black ancient book was suspended beside the young man. The yellowed pages were flipping, and the sound was not very clear in the winding alley.
Yan Ming pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes quickly passing between the pages of the book. Those seemingly incomprehensible strange words and symbols seemed to come from another time and space, complementing the flickering golden light in his eyes.
Both the unknown and the omniscient guide him.
"It's moving..." He murmured and looked at the next fork in the road.
In his perception, the aura of "that object" has never been so obvious as it is today.
It seems too close.
A lot of dust and stones rolled down the dirty ground, which were accumulated due to no one taking care of them after the end of the world. He was not wearing shoes, and the exposed insteps were printed with ancient symbols.
Waves of golden light lingered around the symbol, creating a certain distance between his feet and the ground. To put it simply, Yanming was floating forward all the way.
He has suppressed his power in the past, and only some people at the top of the entire deducer system can know how strong he is in calculations.
During this year, due to the promotion of the absurd system, Yan Ming became even more outrageous.
In other people's impressions, he has changed from an "ordinary" boss who seemed very gentle and even joked with everyone in the live broadcast room, to an increasingly deep and bottomless abyss.
He is getting closer and closer to the "god". Whether it is the use of power or the external appearance, it has begun to become sacred. That unique divinity makes people... difficult to approach.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo Reading recently to catch up on books, change sources, and have many reading sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]
Not many people want to touch his brow. Regardless of the fact that the surviving investigation team behind him also includes the cold-faced King of Hell Yan Li and Crazy Keqiu Qiu Ziyan. Speaking of himself, even if his frontal combat effectiveness is short.
Board, but——
There are very few enemies who can stand in front of him alive. Yan Ming will notice it before revealing his hostility and solve the hidden danger first.
That's why Lu Xiaorong can safely let him act alone, and Yan Ming also trusts his ability. He feels that there is no one in this game who can bring him too much danger, including the plot boss.
This is not arrogance or self-confidence, but a conclusion he drew based on facts, and his conclusions have always been equal to the truth.
However, truth is meant to be broken.
At the next fork in the road, Yan Ming met a young man with green eyes and a somewhat mixed-race appearance.
His floating figure suddenly stopped.
Of course Yanming knew this person, and the ancient book floating beside him naturally flipped and stopped at a page with the title of Magician.
No one's information can escape Yan Ming's eyes, unless the opponent is stronger than him and this ancient sacrificial book that is as supermodel as Qu Nianqing's "Evil Grace" combined.
When the green-eyed young man carelessly stood in front of him and made it clear that he was coming for him,
A smile appeared on Yan Ming's face and he quickly read the contents of the ancient book.
"The magician calls himself Carlos, and his real name is Bai Luoyang. He belongs to the Broken Mirror Team. Captain Xing, deputy captain Tianji, common abilities..." He read out what was written on the paper calmly and at the same time, observing Carlos's face.
The magician who blocked his path didn't seem surprised or embarrassed. He just tilted his head, stretched out his hand to scratch his dyed blue hair, and smiled like an acquaintance: "Oh, what are you doing? How long have I been named Bai Luoyang?"
I’ve never used it, so I’m sorry.”
Yanming then also laughed and bent down to Carlos with a courtesy brought from unknown time and space: "Just to confirm the identity of the enemy. We have met in the previous three games and have never been in a hostile position.
, I have to make sure that you are me, so that I can think about where I offended you, causing you to suddenly block my way."
The art of language.
Under the leadership of Zhao Mou, Po Jing has a good relationship with the Survival Investigation Team. When they cooperated before, Yan Ming paid attention to Carlos. Although he was very independent and had his own ideas, he very much listened to the instructions of the deputy captain.
It's like he has a brain but is too lazy to use it, so he would rather be a thug.
This time Zhao Mou is not here...
The magician then tore off a layer of disguise.
"As far as I know." Yanming watched Carlos walking towards him step by step, narrowed his eyes, and thought about the counter-kill plan, "Zhao Mou did not give you and Lengjiu an order to fight for that thing. What are you doing?"
,Private thoughts?”
It will suddenly appear at this time. He doesn't have to think about it. He is just here to intercept Hu.
"That object" was so close that Carlos must have known it, so he went out of his way to stop him.
But why? He had not predicted Po Jing's coveting of that item before. In countless calculations, Po Jing was not on the chessboard - Po Jing's chessboard was in the base and in the plot.
The same goes for the magician. According to deduction, he should be preparing to support his teammates in the base and let the survivors in the city make logistical preparations.
Instead of crossing half the city, without stimulating his premonition of danger, and arriving in front of him quietly.
This feeling of losing control was not only bad, but also novel. It made Yanming alert and full of curiosity.
"Yes, it's a private idea." Carlos admitted generously, and he finally walked half a meter in front of Yan Ming.
Yanming's feet did not touch the ground and looked a little taller than him. Carlos raised his head slightly and stretched out his hand: "Actually, it's not that I want that ticket - oh, now you know from me that that item is a ticket.
Wow, oh my, why did I tell you such important information, I feel so at a loss."
Although he said it was a loss, Carlos still had a smile on his face. His hand penetrated the space, and while Yan Ming dodged away, he accurately pressed down on Yan Ming's shoulder in a strange judgment sequence, and pressed down suddenly.
The divine omniscient being was pressed into the dust, his knees hit the ground, and blood flowed out after the skin was broken.
Yan Ming was about to blurt out, but the lethal "curse" stopped in his throat, uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com He didn't care that his legs were stained with dirt, and he didn't think that kneeling in front of Carlos was a humiliation.
The way of thinking has long been somewhat different from that of humans.
He just said thoughtfully: "Tickets."
These two words are not lies.
The moment he heard this word, Yan Ming "knew" more. The desolate scene of Mo Lake flickered in his mind, outlining an ancient city where no life could be seen.
Tickets.
It turns out... the thing that everyone is fighting for is the ticket to the city in his mind.
"How do you know?" This time, Yanming was truly confused.
Something that he didn't even calculate had been known to the magician for a long time.
There is only one possibility: the magician is already related to this thing, or... only the real level can get the information first in front of him.
"You are -" Yan Ming was about to say, but Carlos covered his mouth, leaned closer and whispered, "Actually, my goal is not tickets."
The magician's nimble fingers came to the side of Yan Ming's face and gently took off his glasses: "It's you."
"But don't get me wrong, I'm not a pervert, I mean... now I need you to stay away from that ticket."