Weird Calendar

In a house somewhere in Linxiang City.

Prell was wearing a smiley mask and was analyzing the situation by himself.

"Qian Ji is just a high-level member of the killer organization, but his status has not reached the level of seven masters and four emperors. What he can know will also be known by people with higher status than him."

"In this world, the most powerful organization on the surface, and the Hall of Valor, those guys are terrible."

"Some people are laning, some are stealing, and of course there are also people who are junglers, so I just love junglers."

"This is not 5v5, this is a big melee."

"As time goes by...the number of people who want to steal the tower will only increase, and I don't care!"

"The person who killed the old man was someone no one could have imagined."

"Can you please give me some fucking reaction!"

"Oh, you're playing games with your feet, forget it, just concentrate on the game."

Prell snapped at the man whose hands were tied and could only use his feet to operate the phone.

"Best of five rounds. If you lose one round, I will chop off one of your hands. In the third round, I will end your life."

"Come on, didn't you say you can play with your feet better than me?"

"No problem, you can definitely do it!"

The "prey", whose hands were tied and could only play the game with his feet, was sweating profusely.

He was extremely regretful, but his mouth was blocked and he had no way to beg for mercy.

His mentality and control ability were all reduced to the extreme.

Prell next to him was still saying some words that frightened him.

The pain of having his arm ripped off kept replaying in his mind.

The toes that were originally inflexible now seemed like they no longer belonged to me.

Player begins what he considers to be the most interesting phase of a game.

That is to watch the prey struggle, and then give the prey hope in a game where winning is almost impossible.

Of course, he believed that he designed the game based on what his prey said.

Since the other party has said that he can play better with his feet than himself, then of course he must give the other party a chance.

Now, Prell's face was smiling like the mask.

But the plot of the story did not happen as he expected.

Because, he heard a "victory"!

Prell was stunned.

Match game, 5v5, under huge pressure, with only two feet to use...

The prey won.

He wasn't lying, he was better with his feet than Player.

At this moment, the mask on Prell's face still had the same smile.

But his eyes had changed, as if his smile had frozen.

The sound of thunderous explosions was heard, and was soon drowned in the torrential rain.

There was also thunder in Prell's heart, but he was also drowned in the rain of sadness.

"Okay, okay, okay."

He said okay three times in a row, then took away the gag from the prey's mouth and untied the rope from the prey.

"I will continue to pay attention to you. I hope that what you say is true. Your ridicule and boasting do not contain any false elements."

"Once there is, the game will continue! It will continue!"

Prell almost said this through gritted teeth.

Damn it.

He doesn't actually need to abide by the rules of the game, at least his old calendar profession doesn't have this requirement.

He is a black calendarer and a rule breaker himself.

But the interesting thing is that he never breaks his own rules.

In Prell's rules, those who can complete their own game will survive.

"But I'm so unhappy!"

Prell kicked his prey on the head, knocking him unconscious.

Then, he opened the window, and the heavy rain instantly drifted into the house.

Prell's figure crossed the window and disappeared into the wind and rain.

He went off to find his next prey.

Suitable to kill?

This calendar-breaking thing was so boring, and he didn't want to get along with it.

Organizational tasks?

The tasks assigned by this organization were so boring that he didn't want to go to work.

For Prell, killing is just work.

And anything fun loses its fun once it becomes work.

The same goes for killing people.

Player has his own "game philosophy."

On April 21st, Prell of the killer organization did not participate in the battle.

But on this day, there were many battles in various places.

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Jinlong Mountain.

In Ling Aozhe's manor, Qin Ze and three people formed a human barrier in the hall.

Ms. Vogt, the killer, awaits the arrival of Prior and Chanji.

But Prell didn't come.

Vogt did not understand this "urchin" after all.

I thought the other party would be very interested in such a grand event.

Just like on Douyin, women think that boys like to watch beautiful women dancing.

But in fact, men are seen cleaning the floor, trimming the donkey's hooves, forging knives...

Vogt thought that Prell would enjoy the feast of many people hunting one person.

But in reality - Player was watching a man rub his phone with his feet.

In short, Prell did not arrive.

Vogt's combat ability is weak, so she can only bide her time.

Since Prell did not come, then Qianji will definitely come.

As the initiator of the plan, Qian Ji may know better than anyone else what he will gain by killing Ling Aozhe.

Five minutes have passed.

Three hundred seconds.

Every second seemed to extend several times longer.

Vogt felt like he was being slapped in the face every second.

What about Prell? Where is Qianji?

Are these two lost?

The two people who were supposed to arrive at the battlefield did not arrive, and Vogt did not notice that in these three hundred seconds, he faced the invisible killer...

Cheng Wan and Duke were not idle.

Qin Ze kept talking, disturbing Vogt's concentration.

Cheng Wan and Duke also heard that Qin Ze was creating opportunities.

As a result, a few inconspicuous and extremely lifelike electronic mosquitoes were produced unknowingly.

Because the mosquito material is very fine, it is like some dust floating when the porter moves.

Under the cover of the heavy rain, under Qin Ze’s trash talk——

Vogt's attention was drawn and he did not notice the production of several electronic mosquitoes.

This unfortunate thing, the anti-human electronic mosquito, has now become the key to defeating the invisible man.

Even though mosquitoes are small, a mechanic with a high enough level can give them a powerful ability - thermal imaging.

Of course, Cheng Wan's functional level is too low, and it is not yet at the level where electronic mosquitoes can reach military equipment level...

But the exploration range of electronic mosquitoes is not difficult to cover this room.

A few mosquitoes have begun to flap their wings.

The competition between the two sides now is whether Prell and Qianji, who are reinforcements, will arrive first, or whether the electronic mosquito will find the target first.

Vogt's luck is not bad, but facing a lucky man like Qin Ze, her luck is obviously not good enough.

"You're waiting for reinforcements, right, but I bet you that you won't be able to wait."

"You don't think the official organization only sent us three, do you?"

"You don't think that only a few of us have noticed the people the whole world wants to kill, right?"

This sentence made Vogt's mood fluctuate slightly, and his breathing changed slightly.

And this change, from the perspective of a mosquito that can flap its wings more than 500 times per second... is an airflow that can be sensed.

At this moment, Cheng Wan and Duke both locked onto their targets.

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Jinlong Mountain North Mountain Road.

The road to Jinlong Mountain is also divided into Nanshan Road and Beishan Road.

Lan Yu went up the mountain from Beishan Road.

He did not choose to act with Qin Ze and others, but as a hidden reinforcement, he moved forward from the Beishan Road and found a watchtower.

Lan Yu has his own way of judgment. So far, Lan Yu doesn't think Qin Ze and others will need his support.

These three are the future of the company.

One is good at finding breakthrough points and has strategies, one is good at fighting, and the other is good at creating.

The combination of the three of them can completely deal with even the well-known killers in the killer world.

But soon, Lan Yu felt that a heavyweight guy was coming.

There have always been seven assassin masters and four assassin emperors in the assassin world, and they are said to be the top masters.

The targets are all the strongest in the Hall of Valor.

But that doesn’t mean the other killers aren’t interesting enough.

There are also a few very special beings, perhaps whose strength has reached the level of a master assassin or an emperor of assassins.

But they don't compete for fame.

When Qian Ji appeared, his black poncho made him blend into the night, making him difficult to spot.

But the aura of sin on his body was so strong that Lan Yu, as a criminal, could not ignore it.

So the next second, two men appeared in the fierce rain.

Warden Qian Ji seems to have particularly good eyesight:

"When I see you in person, I find that you are even more beautiful than my daughter looks on the poster."

"You are so handsome. No wonder my daughter said that if you held a concert, he would definitely go there in a wedding dress..."

Lan Yu felt that he had been insulted. He has always been compared with the Chicken Heavenly Emperor with a middle parted head and overalls.

But in Qian Ji's words, he seemed to be targeting a certain trio.

"As stupid as my fans are, I still think you're insulting them."

There are also levels of idiot fans. Lan Yu believes that if this person's daughter can behave like this, then the father is most likely incompetent.

"It's a pity that you don't have a chance to look through your daughter's diary, otherwise you might find the words 'biological father' in the diary. After all, most people with brain retardation have more than one thing in common."

Qian Ji realized that he was scolding himself in return.

"You are very different from the image on TV. You are arrogant, ignorant and disgusting."

Lan Yu clicked his tongue and said:

"It's not because people like your daughter are used to it. She is willing to worship me like a god. Do you think I am arrogant?"

Lan Yu's mouth was a bit fierce.

Qian Ji felt anger rising in his heart and began to gather his own strength.

"Please introduce yourself. My name is Qian Ji. I have heard that there is a 'criminal' in the official organization, who is the second trump card under Jian Yiyi."

"'Criminal' is really an interesting profession. My profession is 'Warden'."

Lan Yu did not respond. Warden is indeed a very difficult profession to deal with.

Qian Ji is obviously looking forward to the next showdown: "Reforming 'criminals' is the warden's job, isn't it?"

Lan Yu sneered:

"Your prison is too small to hold me. But it doesn't matter, it's cute even if it's small."

Raindrops came across, it was Qian Ji's figure moving at high speed, sweeping in the raindrops and rage.

The duel between the warden and the criminals started in the rain.

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Outside Jinlong Mountain, amidst the thunder and lightning, the huge Taotie bit into pieces the gentian gun made by Ou Yezi.

That is a weapon that only those with the title of Zhao Yun can possess.

The forger of the Hall of Heroes, codenamed Ou Yezi, has forged many weapons.

Some weapons require a person's courage.

Gentian gun is one of them.

Only with great courage and courage can this weapon be used to its maximum power.

But obviously——

The owner of the code name Zhao Yun does not have such courage.

Facing a strong man of Jian Yiyi's level, Zhao Yun felt despair for the first time.

"Aren't you going to turn on the old calendar form?"

Jian looked at Zhao Yun one by one. Behind Zhao Yun were the other "Five Tiger Generals" who had their legs broken and their arms broken.

Jian Yiyi felt that he was not enjoying himself enough.

He more or less thought this battle should be more difficult.

Facing Lu Bu, after the other party activated the old calendar form, Jian Yiyi had to admit that he was serious at that time.

At that time, Lu Bu had already surpassed the level of "demigod".

Even some of the gods in the Hall of Valor can't compare to him.

The ghost-god Fangtian Halberd forged by Ou Yezi seemed to be proud of its owner.

But this time, the five tiger generals seemed not enough.

Qin Ze always felt that this was not the real main force.

"We don't have the old calendar form..."

A member of the Hall of Heroes codenamed Zhao Yun told the truth.

Jian Yiyi frowned. The huge basalt turtle shell had already made the surroundings look like a windless and rainless environment.

His expression also became clear.

"Aren't you the real Five Tigers? I'm not very interested in you. Answer my question and I can keep you alive."

The member of the Hall of Heroes codenamed Zhao Yun thought for a while and finally said:

"We are. It's just that the first batch of the Five Tigers fell in the duel with the Killer Guild, and we took over temporarily."

No wonder. Let's just say that I feel that these five tigers are a bit weak.

Jian Yiyi didn't even use the painter's ability.

He continued to ask:

"When did you and the killer organization confront each other?"

"Three weeks ago." Zhao Yun said.

"Three weeks ago..."

Jane realized one by one that three weeks ago, weren't they the days when Nuwa disappeared?

Weird things happen in this world every day. From time to time, someone will pick up the calendar and start a weird life.

But during this period, the biggest event for Old Calendarists was the disappearance of Nuwa.

The biggest event today - God is going to kill someone.

Jane successfully connected the two things one by one.

"I'm afraid your main target today is not me, right?"

Zhao Yun was a little ashamed of this question. He thought that the five of them would be able to defeat Jian Yiyi if they joined forces.

But the truth is so cruel.

He said:

"We are sniping you halfway. Our mission is to contain all those who try to kill Ling Aozhe."

"After discovering that you started taking action, we thought about whether we could defeat you and exchange you for a code name with higher authority in the organization."

Jian Yiyi smiled gently and said:

"Courage is commendable. So, do you know what you will gain by killing Ling Aozhe?"

Jian Yiyi actually had no hope on this issue.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Yun raised his head. The rain and blood on his face could not conceal his excitement. However, this excitement soon turned into a huge loss as he realized his current situation.

"Will you really let us go?"

"I don't kill easily, although today is a good time to kill someone."

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and said only four words:

"Nuwa's treasure."