The sky was dirty and orange, and the gray-black smoke filled the forest. The stimulating smoke kept harassing Meng Busan's respiratory tract, causing him to cough constantly and feel uncomfortable as if his lungs were burned.

Meng Busan stared at the paper in his hand and slowly curled the corners of his mouth.

"Erwuzi... isn't he just a betrayer, but it's a choice that suits me."

He laughed softly and was about to tear the notes to pieces and throw them away.

At this moment, the words on the note slowly melted like they fell into the water.

Then, a few new lines of words appear on it—

[Doomsday Trial Field b941 - The Doomsday of the Wildfire]

[Welcome to the trial site. There are a total of ten trials in this trial site.]

[Please work hard not to die here, because every death is a restart, every restart is ■■■■■.]

[The mission is issued below. Please note that this time it is divided into two camps - Inner Ghost and Justice Team.]

[You are the inner demon Erwuzi among the Trialists. Their mission failure is the success of your mission. Please work hard to destroy their mission.]

【Although you don’t even know what their mission is, if you succeed, you will receive countless generous rewards.】

[Good luck! Liar Erwuzi.]

[Note: This trial field will hide the titles of the trialists.]

Meng Busan looked at it and laughed softly like a madman.

As he laughed, the note in his hand slowly burned.

But he didn't let go of his hand.

He watched the flames pounding indifferently, licking his pale fingertips until his fingers turned red and the paper turned into ashes in the wind.

He stared at his burned fingers.

The fiery tingling pain crawled into his heart along his meridians.

He stared at him silently for a while, but found that the wound slowly disappeared and the pain gradually weakened.

But in a moment, his fingers returned to their original state, as if everything that just happened was just his hallucination.

Meng Busan felt a severe pain in his head, as if someone was hitting his skull heavily inside with a sledgehammer.

He held his head with both hands and leaned against the car door in discomfort.

"Is it an illusion or a reality?"

"Did I see real?"

"Is the condition serious again?"

He murmured to himself, raised his finger and observed carefully, but still found no wounds.

It's like... except for the scars he brought about by entering this world, nothing in this world can hurt him, and time cannot leave any trace on him.

Meng Busan put down his hand and looked at the place where NPC had died. There was nothing there, it was like an illusion.

Meng Busan exhaled gently, "I'm really stingy if I don't even fall a bead."

He moved the toolbox back to the car and checked the things on the vehicle.

There is a bucket of gasoline in the back box, a rope and □□, and even a weapon.

He found another insurance in the glove box below the front desk of the car, which was a large amount of insurance for her, and the beneficiary was his husband.

This is probably the background plot that happened to him.

Meng Busan leaned against the back of the chair and slowly finished the insurance.

He found the lighter and cell phone from the armrest box between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

He touched his phone and found that the phone case was burning hot.

What kind of phone is this? It’s so broken, it will probably spontaneously ignite or explode?

The lighter gasoline sets on fire, the mobile phone explodes, the engine spontaneously ignites... Tsk, I really want to burn him to death here alive.

Meng Busan pulled out a box of cigarettes.

He pressed the cigarette box, shook his wrist and a cigarette jumped out.

He bent down, opened and closed his mouth, and his teeth grabbed the cigarette.

He pressed the lighter, burned the cigarette butt, and sucked a sip on his mouth.

This smoke is a mint blast bead.

His teeth bit the position of the cigarette mouth where the beads were bursting, and he bit it slightly, as if a slight sound came from it. A rich and cool mint fragrance immediately wrapped around the smoke, rushed into his mouth, rolled through his tongue coating, slipped through his throat, and rushed to his celestial cover.

Meng Busan was so excited.

He held the thin, long mint-burning bead smoke in one hand, squinted his eyes, and slowly let out a breath of smoke into the rearview mirror.

The cigarette in his hand was slender and long, not like a cigarette, but rather like a lady's cigarette.

Meng Busan said to himself: "My wife is pregnant and can't smoke. The man doesn't look like she can smoke a lady's cigarette. So who left this box of cigarettes?"

He held a cigarette in one hand and reached out of the car window, while his other hand operated the mobile phone interface to observe the phone owner's call and sending text messages.

He looked at it and laughed softly.

"So that's what it is..."

The trial field with a richer plot has indeed become more interesting.

He smiled and glanced at the rearview mirror, and suddenly became silent.

Meng Busan lowered his head and his shoulders shook slightly.

Not long after, one hand pressed on his wrist, which was still holding a cigarette in his wrist, which was stuck out of the car window.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm a government official, your car is now requisitioned by me."

The speaker held his wrist and not only controlled his movements, but also learned whether Meng Busan was lying by feeling the pulse on his wrist.

If this is not a powerful NPC, it is a very experienced trialist.

Meng Busan still did not move.

The man stared at Meng Busan's head for a long time and whispered: "I'm rude."

He was about to stretch out his other hand to pull Meng Busan's shoulder.

Just when his hand was about to touch Meng Busan, Meng Busan seemed to have some sense and suddenly raised his head.

He stared at the man with his eyes open, and there was still water vapor that had not yet disappeared.

The moment she saw this man, Meng Busan realized who this guy was.

The corners of his mouth subconsciously wanted to curl, but it quickly dissipated before a strange smile even took shape.

Meng Busan kept looking at him and silently said in his heart: It's really been a long time since.

The man outside the car was wearing a straight black suit and a black tie. His pants pockets were slightly raised, as if he was a pocket-sized one.

This kind of dress doesn't look like a government official, but like a bodyguard.

Meng Busan's eyes slid across his ears and saw an uneven skin tone.

There were probably invisible headphones there.

The man was slender, and his limbs wrapped in a suit also showed a vague outline of his muscles, but he had long black hair.

Meng Busan stared at his face for a while.

This man is very suitable for women's clothing... Even if he pretends to be a woman, it won't seem too inconsistent. After all, he has already dressed up in the first trial.

Yes, Qin Qing?

Perhaps, Qin Qing is just a fake name.

Meng Busan showed him a weak and sad smile, "Sir."

"I'm sorry, my car can't leave for the time being because I'm waiting for my husband to come back."

He made his own hands.

The man lowered his head, glanced at his pale wrist, and said nothing, and let go of his hand.

The mint-scented smoke penetrates into the jasmine bracelet and the ice-blue flashing butterfly, the ghostly and bleak,

When Qin Qing saw this woman in the distance, his mind felt a vague pain. This feeling had not appeared for a long time.

He still remembers the man who caused him this migraine.

I can't think about it, it hurts even more when I think about it.

Qin Qing rubbed his temples and whispered: "Sorry."

Then, he ran directly to the driver's seat, opened the door, got in the car, fired, and set off. He did not discuss it with Meng Busan at all.

Meng Busan stared at him in a panic look.
To be continued...