In the dungeon game, I subdued all the monsters with my strength.

It is hard to imagine that such a world was created casually by others.

This thought flashed through Jiang Yingbai's mind.

She closed the curtains, so what if it was yes, so what if it wasn't, these actually had nothing to do with her, she just took care of herself.

Thinking about Jiang Yingbai, he admired the guy who made him even more. What is there to observe about himself? It was so boring.

……

Even though he discovered a huge secret, even though he knew that his world might be fake, Jiang Yingbai still didn't do anything special. He still had to eat, drink, and sleep every day.

Soon she received a new copy.

During this period, except for the system sending her an email, nothing special happened.

It was a compensation email, but the system was still so stingy that it didn't give him any props except medicine bottles.

But it's not all bad news, there is still good news, that is, her abilities have been upgraded again, and now she can swap the positions of her clones.

[In random matching copy]

[Copy Name: Cage (Special Copy)]

[Mission goal: Explore the copy]

[Task time: unlimited]

[Note: This copy is a special copy, and player systems and abilities cannot be used]

what?

The system is unusable? So what is the difference between her and ordinary people now? Why does she have this kind of copy and work so hard? Isn't it just to complete the task better? Now that the system is closed, what's the point of all the previous efforts? Jiang Yingbai is speechless.

She thought as she slowly opened her eyes.

In the hall, under the strands of white hair was an incredibly beautiful face, but this beauty was too close. If Jiang Yingbai had a mirror in front of her now, she would definitely find that this was not her face.

There was obviously no trace of sadness, but her eyes were dim, exuding an aura of indifference inside and out.

Cold-hearted and deserted.

Jiang Yingbai looked down and found that he was wearing a white skirt, with white hair falling scatteredly on his shoulders, like a beautifully crafted porcelain doll.

There are stairs on both sides of her, and there are stairs below.

No lights were turned on, and no windows were opened. There was only a weak light, but it was enough for her to see the things around her clearly.

It looks like a large hall, and when you look up, there are crystal candlesticks and crystal lamps.

It's really big enough.

Jiang Yingbai is now kneeling on a step.

Oh, no, exactly.

Jiang Yingbai is now kneeling and sitting on the money.

Looking down, I saw no table, no decorations.

On the steps, on the stairs, on the floor of the hall below, wherever there was an open space, there were piles of money.

The pile of money in the hall is half a meter high.

Money from the countries Jiang Yingbai knew can be seen here.

Jiang Yingbai was barefoot now, and there was a big, thick, and long iron chain around her ankle, and the other end was tightly locked on the guardrail of the steps above her.

Looking down, he saw that his excessively white ankle was red and swollen from the iron chain.

In the dark hall, the crystal lamps above her head were like small mirrors, reflecting her face. The whole scene looked scary and weird. The sound of a car driving was heard not far away, and it stopped in front of the house, followed by the sound of boots hitting the ground.

Obviously this is not my body, and my current situation does not look like a person appearing out of thin air. This body should have an identity in this mission, a story, a background, friends, and family, just like the last copy. .

Jiang Yingbai was speechless. Could it be the same as the last copy? Well, probably not.

Thinking like this, Jiang Yingbai rubbed her head, her mind went blank and she couldn't think of anything. She was even more speechless. Forget about sealing the system, she didn't even have the memory of the original owner.

Why does it feel more and more like the last copy?

Just forget about the things you had originally, why didn't you give her anything new?

Everyone thought Zhu Yuanzhang had a bowl at the beginning, but she had nothing.

Jiang Yingbai looked around coldly, showing no signs of any mood swings.

The door opened a crack, and light came in from the outside.

The sound insulation effect was really good. If Jiang Yingbai's hearing hadn't been sensitive enough, she wouldn't have known when this person opened the door.

With eyes as sharp as knives, he was a 1 meter tall man in a suit. He walked in slowly.

"What? Aren't you going to hold your money and giggle today?"

Ironic words came from the boy in front of him.

"........."

Jiang Yingbai didn't say anything and gave him a cold look. The strange man mocked her when he came up, which made Jiang Yingbai, who was already cold-tempered, even colder.

He suddenly became very angry, walked forward quickly, pinched Jiang Yingbai's chin, and forced her to raise her head.

He couldn't stand her look the most. She was obviously just a hypocritical woman who only had money in her eyes, but he just liked her.

Tsk, she doesn't see him at all in her eyes. It's really annoying that she doesn't treat him as a human being. Can even that little money compare to him?

Jiang Yingbai tilted his head, looked at Qian aside, and said very calmly, "Let go of your hand."

Jiang Yingbai thought to himself, what is going on?

He couldn't love her, so he imprisoned her?

Or is it that this man hates her and has a deep grudge?

No matter what the situation was, Jiang Yingbai didn't want a strange man to hold her chin and force her to look at him.

"Gu Ci, don't you like money? I'll give you, with so much money, you can watch them sleep and get up every day, what? Aren't you happy lying in their arms every day?"

Gu Ci?

It sounds like the name of the owner of this body.

The boy let go of Jiang Yingbai, as if he realized that he had lost his temper just now, and he returned to his aloof and arrogant face.

"What does this have to do with you?"

He couldn't be more calm. A question seemed to be just stating one thing.

The original owner's strength was really weak. Jiang Yingbai struggled to open his hand just now, but it didn't even move.

"Gu Ci, tell me! How can I be inferior to that pile of waste paper? How can I, a living person, be inferior to that pile of waste paper?"

He grabbed Jiang Yingbai's shoulders and shook her wildly, constantly asking questions, as if if she didn't answer him today, he would keep shaking her.

When he saw her like this, he would be particularly prone to losing his composure. Although he usually had such a stable personality, he hated her, but he hated himself even more for being led by her nose like this.

This man must be sick. His mood is sometimes indifferent and sometimes excited. "Why are you pretending to be affectionate?"

Jiang Yingbai asked coldly, his tone a few degrees cooler than usual, and his eyes changed from calm to indifferent.