Three hours ago.

The ancient and mysterious thick black ancient book is suspended beside the young man, and the yellowed paper pages are rumbling, and the sound is not very obvious in the winding alleyways.

Yan Ming pushed the glasses on his nose, his eyes swept through the pages. The strange words and symbols that seemed incomprehensible seemed to come from another time and space, and reflected the unstable golden light in his eyes.

Both the unknown and the omniscient give him guidance.

"Moving..." he murmured, looking at the next fork.

In his perception, the breath of "that item" has never been as obvious as it is today.

It seems to be close.

Many dust and stones rolled down the dirty ground, which were all scenes accumulated after the arrival of the end of the world because no one took care of them. He was not wearing shoes, and his exposed insteps had ancient symbols printed on his exposed feet.

Light golden light lingers around the symbols, creating a certain distance between his feet and the ground. To put it simply, Yan Ming floated forward all the way.

He had already suppressed his own strength in the past, and only some people at the top of the entire deducer system could know how strong he was in terms of calculations.

During this year, Yan Ming became even more outrageous due to the absurd system.

In other people's impression, he has gone from an "ordinary" boss who looks very gentle and even jokes with everyone in the live broadcast room to an increasingly deep and unstoppable world.

He is getting closer and closer to the "god", and whether it is the use of power or the external appearance, he begins to sanctify. His unique divinity is...inaccessible.

Not many people want to touch his bad temper. No matter what the surviving investigation team behind him has the cold-faced King of Hell and the crazy guest Qiu Ziyan, just talking about himself, even if his frontal combat power is a shortcoming, but—

Few enemies can stand on his front alive. Before exposing their hostility, Yan Ming will notice it and solve the hidden dangers first.

So, when Lu Xiaorong was able to let him act alone with confidence, Yan Ming also trusted his abilities. He felt that there was no one in this game who could bring him too much danger, including the plot boss.

This is not arrogance or confidence, but the conclusion he draws based on facts, which have always been equivalent to truth.

However, the truth is to be broken.

At the next fork, Yan Ming met a young man with green eyes and a mixed-race style.

His floating figure suddenly stopped.

Of course, Yan Ming knew this person, and the ancient books floating beside him naturally flipped, staying on a page with the title of magician.

No one's information can escape Yan Ming's eyes unless the opponent's strength is stronger than him, and this ancient book of sacrifices that is just as supermodel as Qu Yingqing's [Evil Grace] combined.

When the young man with green eyes was blocking him carelessly, it was clearly for him to come, a smile appeared on Yan Ming's face and he quickly read the contents of the ancient book.

"The magician, who calls himself Carlos, his real name is Bai Luoyang, is affiliated with the Broken Mirror Team, the captain Xun, the deputy captain Tianzhi, and the common ability..." He calmly read out the written on the paper, and observed Carlos's face.

The magician who blocked his way did not seem to be surprised or embarrassed. He just tilted his head, reached out to scratch his dyed blue hair, and smiled like an acquaintance: "Oh, what's it? How long has it been since I used the name Bai Luoyang? I'm sorry."

Yan Ming then laughed, bent down to Carlos and performed a manner that he brought from unknown time and space: "Just confirm the identity of the enemy. We have met in the previous three games and have never stood in a hostile position. I must make sure you are myself so that I can think about where I offended you and let you suddenly block my way."

The art of language.

Under the leadership of Zhao Mou, Broken Mirror has a good relationship with the surviving investigation team. When he was working together before, Yan Ming paid attention to Carlos himself. Although he was very casual and had his own ideas, he was very obedient to the instructions of the deputy captain.

It's like having a brain but not too lazy to move, so I would rather be a thug.

This time Zhao Mou is not here...

The magician tore off a layer of disguise.

"As far as I know." Yanming watched Carlos walk towards him step by step, narrowed his eyes and thought about the counter-killing plan. "Zhao Mou did not give you and Lengjiu the order to compete for that thing. Are you, your personal idea?"

It will suddenly appear at this moment, and he doesn't have to think about it, just to intercept the fool.

"That item" is so close, Carlos must have known it, so he deliberately stopped him.

But why? He had never predicted that the Broken Mirror had coveted the item before. In countless calculations, the Broken Mirror was not on the chessboard - the Broken Mirror's chessboard was at the base and in the plot.

The same is true for the magician. According to the deduction, he should now prepare for his teammates in the base and make logistical preparations for survivors in the city.

Instead of crossing half of the city, he came to him quietly without arousing his premonition of danger.

This feeling of losing control is not only bad, but also novel, which makes Yan Ming feel very curious while he is alert.

"That's right, it's a personal idea." Carlos admitted generously, and he finally walked half a meter in front of Yan Ming.

Yan Ming's feet were not stuck in the ground, and he looked a little taller than him. Carlos looked up slightly and stretched out his hand: "Actually, it's not that I want that ticket - oh, now you know from me that item is a ticket. Oh, why did I tell you such an important information? I'm so sorry."

He said he was a loss, but Carlos's face was still smiling. His hands penetrated the space. While Yan Ming was dodging away, he pressed Yan Ming's shoulder accurately in a strange order of judgment and suddenly pressed down.

The divine omniscient person was pressed into the dust, his knees hit the ground, and blood was shed after breaking his skin.

Yan Ming was about to blurt out, and the "curse" with great lethality stopped in his throat. He didn't care that his legs were dirty, nor did he think that kneeling in front of Carlos was a humiliation. His way of thinking had long been somewhat different from that of humans.

He just thought: "Ticket."

These two words are not lies.

The moment he heard this word, Yan Ming "knows" more, and the blurred desolate scene flashed in his mind, and he evoked an ancient city where no life could be seen.

Tickets.

It turns out... the thing that everyone is fighting for is the ticket to the city in my mind.

"How do you know?" This time, Yan Ming was really confused.

Things that he hadn't even calculated were known to the magicians for a long time.

There is only one possibility that the magician is already related to this thing, or... only the real level can get the first move in front of him.

"You are-" Yan Ming was about to say that Carlos covered his mouth, leaned over and whispered, "Actually, my goal is not a ticket."

The magician's flexible fingers came to Yan Ming's face and took off his glasses lightly: "It's you."

"But don't get me wrong, I'm not a pervert, I mean... Now I need you to stay away from that ticket."
Chapter completed!