Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Guo Shi almost burst out laughing while he was engrossed in his work.

Her hands manipulated Fang Jin's body as if in a game, her ten fingers moving in rapid succession, leaving afterimages, causing Fang Jin inside the tavern to perform all sorts of incomprehensible actions.

Of course, Fang Jin was still in the same body, and even more difficult to move under the influence of air pressure... But Guo Shi didn't care about any of that. The more Fang Jin's joints and flesh tore, the faster and more excited her fingers moved!

"You've finally met your match..."

Knowing the rules of the tavern's murder night, Fang Jin had already instructed Xiao Guo that if he completely lost consciousness and fell into danger, he would have to rely on telekinesis to move around.

Originally, due to the vast distance and the blockade of the chess piece space, Guo Shi's thoughts would have been unable to reach Fang Jin at all, making even the most basic communication difficult to maintain.

But with the baker's knife in Guo Shi's hands, and the spider web's properties targeting the target and objects the target has touched, she was able to achieve such a feat thanks to the triple enhancement of her skills, talents, and equipment.

Just like two base stations needed for signal transmission, they both have the properties of amplification and reception, which allows Guo Shi to manipulate Fang Jin's body at will, like a puppet on strings.

"...Hehehe!"

She couldn't help but smirk wickedly, her fingertips moving with unwavering precision. Fang Jin, manipulated by the silk threads, was like a war god, supporting the puppet's head with both hands and splitting his legs in mid-air!

With a sudden burst of strength from his waist, he twisted the heads off the two bartenders, kicked their bodies into the corner and smashed them into pieces, and smashed the heads of about ten oil lamps like a basketball shot!

Jiang Yu's head was spinning as she witnessed this brutal scene. She had heard rumors that humans actually have less than 30% control over their own bodies.

If one could control all muscle groups, ligaments, and joints, and all force and direction with ease, theoretically even an ordinary person who is not a player could tear a furious brown bear apart!

...Of course, this was just a rumor, a theory, or even a joke, so when the joke turned into such an absurd reality, she felt like all the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat.

"..."

"Doesn't he feel pain...?"

"Holy crap, you actually said that!"

The floor had completely collapsed, the dust had been scorched away by the fire snakes, all the oil lamps on the bar were broken, and the burning oil on the ground kept surging and whistling until Fang Jin stomped it out.

The bartender puppet had been completely dismantled; all the movable joints were smashed, and the wax or wooden tentacles were thrown into kerosene.

The heads of the people whose eyes had been gouged out were being tossed around like jugglers by Fang Jin, who had a serious expression on his face. Each time a head was smashed, it would elicit uncontrollable, maniacal laughter from Guo Shi behind him.

"Hahaha! Haa... Haha... I, I can't take it anymore... Hehehe hahaha!"

She seemed possessed, laughing wildly with her eyes closed and head swaying. Several people who had initially tried to get close to her silently moved away, some even huddling together to ward off the inexplicable chill that was rising within them.

Regardless, all the assassins from the night of the tavern murders were captured. After drinking six cups of wine and killing six waves of people, Fang Jin and his companions successfully cleared this level, and the portal to the third level quickly opened on the wall.

Fang Jin also woke up... He actually managed to wake up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, every inch of his flesh and bone was screaming in agony, and his body, which had just stood up, immediately fell to his knees.

"Brother Fang, what you just did..."

"Don't say anything, I understand. I'll be very grateful if you pretend you didn't see it."

Fang Jin said while taking a deep breath. He had guessed that Guo Shi was taking the opportunity to retaliate, but he never expected her to be so ruthless. The pain was secondary; he felt as if his arms might fall off at any moment.

[Congratulations, player, you have learned a new skill]

"ah……?"

Half-conscious, Fang Jin shakily raised her fingertip and gently poked it, then endured the excruciating pain of her wrist cramping as she scanned the panel that had just popped up.

[Skill: Body Control Lv1]

[Rank: Level 20 (Current skill level: 10/20)]

【Characteristic: "Flexibility": Passive skill, grants initial control over one's body, slightly increasing flexibility and agility, enabling the performance of various incredible movements】

[Conditions: To learn this skill, throw a human into a washing machine for a deep clean. If they come out alive, the skill has been learned... Remember to change the model before learning for different races.]

[Note: The rumor about his mother is true!]

[Current Status: Limit can be increased]

It must be said that this skill is quite practical, and even its upper limit can be directly increased using evolution points, meaning it has the potential to accompany Fang Jin further...

But this origin made him grit his teeth. Fang Jin chewed on the flesh of the blood demon, angrily got up from the ground, his body making a series of crackling sounds.

Ten minutes later, he gradually regained his sense of being physically present. The excruciating pain in his flesh and joints, as well as the intense hangover, were unavoidable, but at least he regained his mobility.

The other two were also resting, grabbing water and food from the wine cabinet and eating heartily. The previous floor had been too dangerous, and their strength had been so depleted that their steps were unsteady.

"So, where are the clues to the treasure room?"

Jiang Yu asked vaguely, her mouth full of bread and beer, which she swallowed as it softened, while impatiently asking Fang Jin the same question.

After all, their bodies were already so badly injured, and their strength was almost completely depleted. They could no longer endure the killing techniques of the trap room. The treasure room was their only way out.

"Don't worry, there will be plenty."

Fang Jin straightened his neck; his steps were still somewhat unsteady, but he still managed to move the wine tray from the table. The third empty wine glass on the tray was now covered in cracks.

"Number three, yellow, or perhaps the center... These are the last clues the 'bartender' gave us. Let's go to the third floor and check before making a decision."

"Isn't there any clearer instruction? There are three clues... What if each of the three doors on the third floor matches one of them?"

"What other way is there? We've come this far. There's nothing we can do if the mechanical house wants to play word games with us. We'll just have to choose whichever one we feel like."

Fang Jin spoke somewhat incoherently and irresponsibly, the alcohol still making him less sober, and his shoulders, which were supporting him against the iron shield, were about to slide down.

"If all else fails... let's not go out. Let's just sit here and wait for those scavengers to come back, surrender with their hands tied, and then wait for Xu Hao or their respective big shots to bail them out."