I became the king of villains in the game

Gan Ziwen stared at this scene with wide eyes.

The barrage popped up in the live broadcast room——

"Yaoshou! The BOSS will start the second stage directly!" "We haven't fought yet, why has the intensity of the battle increased?!" "The whole uncle's team is finished!" "Cry to death! My wife Floy is so handsome!"

at this time.

Gan Ziwen, Mizhi Hanbao and their group suddenly received a text message from their employer, the president of God's Love Association, "World People"——

"This life is exhausted, so the employment will end here... Lan Shi and the others, the guild has done their best..."

Gan Ziwen, Mizhihanbao and the others looked at each other.

For some reason, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just need to die one more time...

Freed.

It's just that Rotten Persimmon is really hopeless...

Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !

There was a piercing scream.

The players turned their heads suddenly, and saw the blind girl in the black dress leaping forward, and the sickle waved a black and purple fan-shaped light.

The three players were directly cut in half, with surprised expressions on their faces.

White light flashes.

Floy stepped lightly on her feet.

Puff Chi Chi Chi Chi...!

Dense vines broke through the ground again, piercing through all other players.

Gou Tou Jin and Wang Wang Wuji were cut in half by a sickle.

But at the last moment before they died, there was a look of shock on their faces.

"Grass……!"

Before they finished speaking, the two of them turned into white lights and disappeared.

This scene was keenly captured by Gan Ziwen.

The history is very similar, Honey Juice Hanbao has no scroll, and dies faster than last time, and it is Gan Ziwen's turn in the end.

And he, when he was beheaded by the scythe, finally understood why the others showed terrified expressions before they died.

【You are tortured by your soul!All attributes -20%!Lasts 72 hours! 】

【You are dead! 】

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The matter of saving the rotten persimmons came to an end.

The high-profile Gan Ziwen and his party ended in failure.

While the Divine Love Guild spent money to build momentum for itself, it also showed the players a terrifying organization of extraordinary people—the circus!

Not only are they strong at the bottom, but they also have terrifying superhuman cadres, especially the blind girl in black skirt who has wiped out the "Salvation Squad" twice in a row by herself - Sister Floy of Tranquility!

Under the deterrent force of the circus, the players in Amber City fought fiercely and dared not act recklessly like before.

Of course, this is also related to the misery of other players.

The fate of Rotten Persimmon is just a microcosm of it.

At present, in the game forum, the number of help posts about criminals being arrested and imprisoned, so that the game cannot be played normally, has exceeded [-], and it is constantly increasing.

Among them, there is a post posted by "rotten persimmon".

But the post was quickly inundated with more posts.

And under almost all the help posts, the message area gives the most solutions, and there is only one——

"Delete the file and reopen."

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Amber City Shelter.

Temporary prison.

Rotten Persimmon sat in the corner of the cell, silently looking at the entry of [Church Guard LV1] on the panel.

He smiled wryly.

Opening the game forum, Lan Shi saw his own post, and the one with the most replies to messages, apart from cynicism, advised him to delete the file and reopen it.

He saw the post of the Shadowtalkers Guild again, and it turned out that they had also been arrested, and their situation was almost the same as his own.

Rotten Persimmon shook his head.

"Offline."

He whispered.

After waiting for the five-second countdown, Rotten Persimmon returned to the darkness.

A kerosene lamp hangs above the head and shines on the retro wardrobe below. The person in the full-length mirror has a lonely expression on his face.

[Are you sure you want to delete the archive "Rotten Persimmon"? 】

"determine."

Rotten Persimmon made up his mind.

But he wasn't going to give up at this point, because he had a new plan to open a new file and start from scratch.

As for the development plan, of course, I know it well.

It can be summed up in a famous saying:

"If you can't defeat your enemies, join them."

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Chapter 171 Lord of Plagues! (two in one)

outer city.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of a hospital named "Frankenstar".

Chen Lun got off the carriage.

It was getting late at this time, approaching dusk.

After he entered the main building of the hospital, he showed his identification in the lobby and underwent some necessary checks.

I don't know whether it was because of the high charisma attribute, or because of pure appearance, Chen Lun won the favor of the young female nurse, which also allowed him to easily get the information about the hospital bed number he wanted to know.

He lightly took off his hat and bowed to express his thanks. He fascinated the young nurse, then turned around and went straight upstairs.

'Ward 404...'

Chen Lun walked in the empty and silent corridor.

'This number is a bit unlucky...'

He secretly complained.

The silver cane was hammered rhythmically on the ground, making a muffled sound.

When he passed the third floor, he suddenly heard a strange whisper.The sound came from the independent balcony on the side of the third floor, which is usually used to dry sheets and clothes.

Chen Lun stopped and listened carefully.

The breeze blows by, even with his powerful sense of hearing, he can only catch the low and vague words of a certain man from the wind:

"...Lord, please...save...you are...invisible...all plagues...plague!"

Chen Lun frowned.

This is like a prayer to a certain god, but some of the words do not match some orthodox gods.

Especially the word "plague" attracted Chen Lun's attention.

'Who exactly is this person, and what existence is he praying to...? '

He thought about it and decided to find out.

Pushing open the corridor door on the third floor, I walked quickly to the balcony, only to find that there was no one there, only a few rows of sheets blown up by the wind, rattling.

It seemed that the whispers he heard just now were just his own hallucinations.

Chen Lun put his cane on the ground and performed a simple divination to find out the whereabouts of the person who prayed quietly just now.But the crank part rotated on the spot, and there was no clear direction. It only indicated that the other party was in this hospital and did not leave.

'The clues are not clear, leading to blurred objects, so the divination results are inaccurate...? '

Chen Lun pondered for a while, and decided to visit Mrs. Caroline first.The matter of the praying man will be investigated carefully later.

Leaving the independent balcony, he noticed that there were many patients on the third floor, and the aisles were full of busy doctors and nurses, as well as crying patients.

'There are more and more people infected with the disease...'

Chen Lun saw some coughing and limp patients sitting on the benches in the corridor, and there were faint wailing sounds from each ward.

He shook his head and returned to the corridor.

Immediately climbed to the fourth floor and found ward 404.

After politely knocking on the door, he twisted the handle, pushed it open and walked in.

The ward is small, with only two beds.One was temporarily vacant, and on the other was a thin old man lying on his side, an old woman sitting beside the bed, and a dog squatting at his feet.

"Oh, little Jack!"

Mrs. Caroline looked back, surprised.Babu also looked at Chen Lun and wagged his tail at him.

The old woman got up quickly and came up to her.

"How did you come?"

"I heard that there was an accident at No. [-] Denton Street, so I came to see... Mrs. Caroline, are you all right?"

Chen Lun took off his hat and hugged the former landlady.

"Thank you for your concern, little Jack, I'm fine...just Mr. Tout, the doctor said he might never wake up."

Mrs. Caroline forced a smile.

"But this is also a blessing in misfortune... At that time, I thought he was killed by those thugs, but in fact he just lost blood and fell into a coma... Poor old guy, in order to save me, he became what he is now."

She shook her head.

Chen Lun gave Mrs. Caroline a reassuring smile, and then went straight to the hospital bed.

A thin old man with a pale face was lying on his side on the hospital bed, breathing weakly.The head, chest and abdomen were covered with gauze, and the injuries looked very serious.

Chen Lun stretched out his hand and put it lightly on Mr. Tao Te's arm to cover up the faint green light in his palm.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand.

'It's strange... all the injuries on my body have been healed by me, but there is still no sign of waking up. '

A churning mist quietly flashed in Chen Lun's eyes.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed.

'This is...'deep coma', plus a 'plague latent', two negative states...'

"Deep coma" is understandable, perhaps because Mr. Taut was originally old and seriously injured.

But "the plague lurks"...