A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

The little devil was sticky and dripping blood.

The scene was somewhat like a newborn baby just out of the womb, but much more grotesque and terrifying.

Yan Jiehang took out a glass jar and, upside down, stuffed the child into it.

It was a bit difficult for the little devil's big head to get into the jar, so Yan Jiehang just pushed it in forcefully, stuffing the whole thing in. Then he immediately tightened the jar, attached a talisman, and tossed it to Changhe Jianluo.

Changhe gently caught the jar as it gradually receded, then leaned closer to examine it carefully.

"Another big-headed ghost."

He was somewhat regretful: "The person behind this isn't very skilled. They control all these people with the Big Head Ghost. The misfortune ghosts I wanted to see haven't shown up at all."

"Misfortune isn't so easy to collect."

The Nie Wan beside him was also a slow-talking clone. He didn't know Nie Wan well and thought that You Yuehan was just like that. He thought to himself that the saying "a noble person speaks slowly" was true, and smiled and nodded.

"That's right. No matter which service area you're in, bad luck seems to be just as precious as luck, and therefore it can't be easily manipulated."

At this point, as if remembering something, he asked, "May I be so bold as to ask whether Vice President Lan's good fortune is due to innate talent or something else?"

Nie Wan slowly turned her head to look at him and said calmly, "Just say what you want to ask, no need to beat around the bush."

“Okay.” Changhe Jianluo immediately put away his playful smile. “I’ve always suspected that there’s something behind this game, and the guild leader and vice guild leader have already come into contact with it, haven’t they?”

"So what?"

“I really want to meet them too,” Changhe Jianluo said frankly. “For a while, I even suspected that I could hear their call. But for some reason, they cut off their contact with me, and I never heard those calls again. I don’t know why they didn’t choose me, when I should have met their requirements perfectly.”

"What meets the requirements?" Yan Jiehang asked casually as he walked back from a distance carrying the corpse, but he didn't expect Changhe Jianluo to answer. He simply threw the corpse on the ground.

"President, should we keep this body or put it back?"

Since entering An'nan District, the group has done almost nothing but killing.

Many ordinary players here have been cursed or possessed by evil spirits, leaving them mentally confused and disoriented. Every evening at six o'clock, they hand over their hard-earned money to the evil spirit's master.

Some players have high mental resistance and are not completely dominated by the imps, but they can't find a way to fight back. Instead, their rationality is slowly worn down in the struggle, and they completely degenerate into beings that are almost like monsters.

This was the first time Nie Wan had ever seen such chaotic order.

In her past life, she had traveled to the surrounding service areas, but in the few remaining fragments of her memory, Anan didn't seem to be like this.

Perhaps it was because by then, most of those who could be killed had been killed, and those who could be enslaved had been enslaved to the extreme. When things reach their extreme, they reverse course, and the chaos begins to be rectified.

Perhaps it was because at that time, the boundaries of service areas disappeared, and service areas began to permeate each other. These most direct and ugly forms of enslavement were destroyed in the process of mutual permeation.

It's definitely too early now; nothing has even started yet, everything is just beginning.

Nie Wan simply stared at the receding river, examining his attribute template.

He's only level 60 so far. In the Huaxia server, where the average player is already level 80 and most young people are aiming for level 90, his level is considered quite backward.

Even the older players in the Cold Moon Immortal Palace, whether they are secondary profession players or senior professors in the advisory group, are all above level 70 when they are guided by other players and expert players to run dungeons.

But this guy wasn't in a hurry at all, seemingly knowing that being temporarily behind the version was no big deal.

He had no special profession, nor any signs of cultural relics or artifacts recognizing a new owner.

If such traces are found, no matter what disguise is used, they cannot escape Nie Wan's eyes, because what Nie Wan possesses is the very essence of a concept.

In this game, having such fundamental permissions is equivalent to having access to a higher-dimensional perspective.

Although it couldn't be fully converted into strength, it gave her eyes that no one could deceive.

Changhe Jianluo truly possessed not even the slightest bit of hidden strength.

That is precisely why his relaxed demeanor seems even more peculiar.

Changhe Jianluo felt a chill run down his spine under Nie Wan's gaze and laughed, "You don't suspect that I have someone else behind me, do you? I'm not that mysterious, and I'm not worth betting on by anyone who can compete with you."

“That’s not necessarily true,” Nie Wan said softly. “There are all kinds of people in this world.”

Then, she slowly turned her head and shifted her gaze away from the person.

As the river receded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Being stared at by You Yuehan, and with such an ambiguous gaze, was just as oppressive as being stared at by hundreds of Kumanthong dolls at once... Although he could only laugh if hundreds of Kumanthong dolls were staring at him.

Thinking about it, Changhe Jianluo actually laughed out loud.

Then the gaze that had just left him fell back on him, and he suddenly fell silent.

Yan Jiehang didn't quite understand why You Yuehan was so wary of Changhe Jianluo, and even seemed to be deliberately teasing him.

Anyway, he liked this uncle from the first time he saw him, although the uncle didn't seem to accept it very readily every time he called him uncle.

He could sense that something was off about this liking, but he couldn't see anything wrong with Changhe Jianluo no matter how he looked at it, so after hesitating for a while, he decided to let things take their course.

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, he couldn't help but speak up to break the ice.

"How about we just go and capture that brat's sorcerer?"

"I don't think this guy is very strong. Instead of piecing together information about him through the brat, we might as well kill him directly, or feed him a Gu worm and make him our undercover agent."

Changhe Jianluo opened his eyes wide and looked at Yan Jiehang.

How can someone so young say such worldly things!

"What are you teaching your children at Cold Moon Immortal Palace?!"

"Makes sense."

The doubts that were gradually subsiding along the river and Nie Wan's praise rose up at the same time.

Yan Jiehang glanced at the receding river, then at Nie Wan. Between agreement and liking, he temporarily chose to agree and took a step closer to Nie Wan.

As the river receded, he twitched the corner of his mouth.

"You...you really want to go?"

"Go," Nie Wan said succinctly, "Kill him, skin him alive, and display his skin."

Changhe Jianluo's eyes widened even more, and his usual playful expression crumbled.

While it's true that one should be even more brutal when facing a brutal enemy, isn't this a bit too brutal?