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A few bad words.

It takes the topic of weirdness and tricksters to another level.

"The contract is weird?"

"Isn't that selling your soul to the weird?"

"You believe everything he says?"

"I've seen strange things with my own eyes. They are a group of twisted and terrifying monsters that cannot be described by common sense! I don't believe that the so-called Trickster can harness their power."

"After housing such a terrifying monster, are they still the same people?"

"You're worshipping these monsters as heroes! How disgusting! Be careful or they'll eat you one day."

Humans fear the unknown, fear the alien, and fear the darkness.

Some people will choose to overcome fear, some will choose to stay away from fear, some will frantically destroy the source of their fear, and some will ignore fear because of greed.

"You guys are such cowards. I want to be a Trickster. Being a Trickster allows me to kill monsters, conquer dungeons, and earn money. I can also possess extraordinary abilities. That's super cool."

Many people also call white leftists and others monsters.

The evil mouth was Wei Tai, who looked at the angry faces of this group of people and laughed heartily: "What a bunch of idiots."

Next to him sat a tall and handsome man with four glaring red tears painted on the corners of his eyes, making him look extremely evil and unruly.

He is Wei Tai's companion, codenamed Qingyuan, and his real name is Yunqing.

Compared to Wei Tai's sharp tongue and love of stirring up trouble, Yun Qing prefers to stir up people's emotions and watch them sink into the seven emotions and six desires and be unable to extricate themselves.

"Are you sure this will lure those guys out?"

Wei Taiyi pushed the table, kicked the ground with his legs, and spun around in his chair. "Of course I don't expect to lure them out with these tricks. I just want to give them something to do."

Yun Qing smiled: "How enviable! Compared to us poor bastards, how come those Contract Masters can live so well?"

The expression on his face didn't look like jealousy at all; instead, his upturned eyes held a frightening excitement.

Seeing Yun Qing's excitement, Wei Tai said with a headache, "Don't be so excited. Be careful that the guy in your body wakes up."

Yun Qing calmed herself down and said, "Don't worry, I know my limits."

Wei Tai picked up his phone and shook it. "The piglet I was looking for sent me a message. He's in my possession."

Yun Qing took the phone and saw the message and a photo of Lan Ruo who was tied up.

"very good!"

Wei Tai: "Just relying on him, can he make that damn stinky pigeon voluntarily step into the trap?"

Yun Qing: "Don't underestimate human emotions. Even birds that call themselves free have feelings for their companions."

"Spread the word. The bait has been laid, and we are just waiting for the bird to take the bait."

……

The employees in Yigui Company are all very idle. They don’t have much work to do. After spending a few hours organizing documents, the rest of the time is free.

The company's senior management is basically not there, and as long as they complete their daily work, no one cares what they do during working hours.

Therefore, when employees finish their work early and it is not yet time to get off work, they pick up their mobile phones and browse the Internet to pass the time.

"Someone has been mysteriously killed abroad again."

"If it weren't for a few great players in our country who conquered two dungeons and won the safe time reward, we would be about the same as them."

"Huh? A web surfer posted a post on an external website. They said that those masters who conquered the dungeon were Contractors?"

Yang Su, who was originally organizing documents, paused and curiously leaned over to ask, "What post?"

"Here! This is it! It caused quite a stir abroad, and many foreigners even climbed over the wall to curse our country."

“Why are they scolding us?”

"Jealous!"

"There are so many jealous people."

After reading the post, Yang Su wrote down the URL and sent it to Ji Wu.

This kind of behavior that is obviously throwing mud at the Qigui Master might be the enemy of the company, so it is better to let them deal with it.

Ji Wu took a look after receiving the message.

Then he exclaimed in surprise, "Someone actually knows the identities of Bai Zuo and the others?"

The Yiguihui has always been very good at handling information.

It is impossible for ordinary people to remember the identities of white leftists, and they should not even remember their existence.

Ji Wu looked up at Bai Zuo.

White leftists have been staying in the company quite obediently recently.

"Bai Zuo, do you remember who the evil words are?"

The white leftist looked up: "Bad words?"

Xu Zhou also pricked up his ears curiously: "It sounds like a code name."

White leftists: "In Buddhism, bad speech is one of the ten evil deeds. As the saying goes, 'Misfortune comes from the mouth.' People who commit bad speech will go to the eighteenth level of hell where tongues are pulled out after death."

Ji Wu listened very seriously at first, but when he saw Bai Zuo holding his mobile phone and reading at the same time, he realized that he was bluffing again.

"Seriously! I'm not asking you what "evil mouth" means, I'm asking if you know the person who is "evil mouth."

The white leftist spread his hands and said, "I don't know him."

Ji Wu felt a bit of a headache: "This is difficult. How did he know the identity of the Qigui Master?"

White leftists: “If you want to know, you can find out naturally.”

The white leftist opened his tablet and flexed his fingers, "Let me see who's saying this nasty thing."

He quickly entered a string of code and quickly hacked into the website where the post was posted to find the IP address of the poster.

The other party seemed to have some basic knowledge of hacking. He reacted the moment he was found and quickly blocked his location.

But that moment was enough.

The white leftist found the other party's location and asked, "Abroad?"

Ji Wu: "Let Fei Niao A go! No matter what his purpose is, we must bring him back."

Ji Wu looked at Bai Zuo and was shocked to see Bai Zuo staring at the tablet in a trance, as if thinking about something.

Every time the white left shows such an expression, it means that the white left is going to cause trouble.

"What are you thinking?"

Bai Zuo placed the tablet on the table, lay back, and rolled around on the sofa. "I just remembered something."

Ji Wu got to the bottom of it: "What did you think of?"

White Left: “But I forgot about it when you interrupted me.”

Ji Wu yelled angrily: "White left!"

The white leftists ignored him completely, saying, "I can't remember, I can't remember. I guess I'm hungry. Without calories, my brain can't function."

Xu Zhou also nodded, "Yeah, I'm hungry too."

Ji Wu had no choice but to ask the logistics staff to order two takeout meals and send them over.

Bai Zuo picked up the headphones, plugged them into the tablet, and hummed an unknown song in a good mood. His mood was a little abnormal.

Ever since they knew the president was coming, the white left has been acting like this.