... Lin Sanjiu had a vague thought in the back of her mind: She had underestimated Master Zhang.
The creators of these games had low combat power, had their own agendas, and were scattered, so even if they could mobilize words, she was never really afraid - take Master Zhang as an example, even if he just heard the news that the girl was not dead, how could he deal with Lin Sanjiu?
When the time comes, he will not just throw out the word "death". Unlike the young people who are still a bit reckless, when it comes to Master Zhang's own wealth and life, there is a 0.1% chance of him risking it.
It would all be too big.
In the same way, it is impossible for him to post words like "coma". If two people are unconscious, it means that both of them are dead, because other game creators who come to the door will never let this good opportunity go to waste.
Since she won't die or lose consciousness, no matter what negative impact she has to suffer, can she still be unable to withstand Master Zhang?
Of course, these were all her thinking activities before she actually saw the words.
What she can still hear now is Teacher Yi's continuous calling, as if she is a dying person and must call her name to keep her attention: "Lin Sanjiu! Lin Sanjiu, be well.
Think about it, your current feelings are all caused by words, you don’t want to..."
Lin Sanjiu stood there blankly, looking at Master Zhang across from him, still holding the half-written "Hongyan Family Letter" in his hand.
Master Zhang has stood firm again. Although his belly is so big and he still looks so fat and heavy, it is this feeling of heaviness that gives him a calm and unhurried demeanor. He looked at it
He looked at the paper in Lin Sanjiu's hand, then looked at her expression, and then said slowly and tentatively: "Here, let me take a look."
As if being adjusted by someone, as soon as he spoke, Teacher Yi's voice immediately shook, weakened, and lost its color. It was like an old historical document that no longer had any meaning.
Lin Sanjiu was silent for a few seconds, and finally walked over obediently and handed him the [Hongyan Family Letter].
Master Zhang couldn't help but feel a little happy. He took the piece of paper, lowered his eyelids, and while scanning the words on the paper, he asked casually: "Send this thing to me, do you have any objection?"
"No, no," Lin Sanjiu replied hurriedly - she herself was not used to this new feeling, as if she was afraid that if she spoke too late, the other party would misunderstand her. She had to be careful and think carefully.
The words were not like the fear of stimulating his protective feelings when facing the puppet master, but instead were respectful and submissive that made her feel unfamiliar.
She didn't like this feeling, not to mention that Teacher Yi in her mind never gave up and kept trying to speak out; but these small incongruous notes were suppressed by the power of the words behind Master Zhang.
was dissolved.
The two words "wei" and "quan", which are two to three meters high, stand high against the ceiling, forming a combination of light and shadow behind Master Zhang. The temperament of each word is different, but
There has never been one as chilling, huge, and heavy as them; the strong, unmistakable white light seems to have solidified along with the strokes, turning around at the edge, casting a shockingly deep darkness.
Before these two words, human beings do not exist.
Whoever they stand behind will exist. Lin Sanjiu dare not look directly at them, but also dare not not look at them - all for the same reason.
Master Zhang had completely let go. His words had an effect on him, so his actions and speeches became more and more like a big shot. He shook the paper in his hand and said slowly:
"You have an accomplice here..."
Fortunately, most of the dialogue had been "pushed" up by new writing and disappeared from the paper; apart from "Edgar Allan Poe has her accomplices", Master Zhang could not see any other information.
"Yes," Lin Sanjiu replied immediately - and then she suppressed the urge to proactively provide more information. It was difficult for her to explain clearly what she was feeling in her heart. She wanted to lower her head, bend over, and admire.
She wanted to struggle, run away, and push him down, but she didn't dare. She didn't dare to do anything except stay still, because Master Zhang didn't ask her to laugh with him, nor did he force her to rebel.
"Are you the woman who rushed out before?" Master Zhang raised his eyelids and looked at her, "Restore it to its original state and let me take a look."
What could he do to her if she didn't do it? Lin Sanjiu couldn't think of a specific possible consequence, but as long as she thought about the word "disobedience" for a moment, she felt like she was about to slip down.
It felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, and even my stomach was twisted tightly together.
She dropped her disguise.
Master Zhang opened his eyes wide, nodded several times, and said, "Well, I didn't expect that you can still do it. Oh," he seemed to suddenly have a connection in his mind, "So, the so-called
The humanoid object is actually your accomplice, right? He is not a humanoid object at all?"
Lin Sanjiu lowered her eyelids and nodded. She seemed to have degenerated into a child in an instant, weak and without any ideas.
Master Zhang smacked his lips. "Where is Poe? How much does he know?"
"He doesn't know our identities. He thinks that my accomplice is one of the creators of the game." She said hoarsely.
"He said that the girl is not dead, so what's going on?" Master Zhang frowned and asked, "Don't think you can hide it from me. Is the girl dead?"
"Dead..."
"Then why did he say he wasn't dead?"
Lin Sanjiu felt that her teeth were chattering. It was one thing to ask her to expose herself; it was another thing to ask her to voluntarily confess Yu Yuan. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, and the blood
He rushed to his head and squeezed out word by word: "Because my friend...he pretended to be..."
She couldn't say the last half of the sentence, but even if she bit her lip and stopped talking, it would be meaningless - Master Zhang nodded and sighed.
"It's a pity," he said slowly, "It's a pity that Edgar Allan Poe has spread the news. Now everyone knows that the girl is not dead and that your identity is fishy. They are not completely stupid...
Have you seen my phone?"
Lin Sanjiu wished she could look at the phone with one eye and stare at "power" and "quan" with the other - she always suspected that if she couldn't see them, they would silently crush her into powder and dissipate in the wind.
"It's actually not a phone. I'm quite nostalgic, so I set up my internal messaging system to look like this..." Master Zhang put his hands behind his back, walked a few steps in place, and said, "But in fact, as long as there is
The message will be played to me right away. If I want to send the message, I don’t have to call them one by one. You see, it has been a while since Edgar Allan Poe’s message just now, but I have not received it.
Any news to anyone else.”
Lin Sanjiu didn't make a sound, quietly waiting for him to say.
"What does this mean?" He waved his hand, sneered, and said, "You entered my room, and they all clearly saw it. Now that your identity is suddenly doubtful, and you haven't gone out for a long time, I'm afraid they either
Think I'm out of luck...or I've got you under my control."
Master Zhang paused for a while when he said this.
"These people are not very courageous. For a while, they didn't dare to come in... When we stay in the house for a long time, they will want to come in and take a look."
Master Zhang looked at Lin Sanjiu and smiled almost kindly. "During this period of time, I think you still need to exercise your mind."