Chapter 22: Dear Uncle Mario, is there really a pass grid?

The middle-aged woman clutches the huge dice, trembling and red-eyed. She sits on the floor, crumpled, looking at Mario standing on the stage, and hesitates to roll the dice.

Mario asked her with concern: "My sweet child, what is wrong with you, why don't you roll the dice?"

The middle-aged woman looks at Mario in horror.

Mario's voice went cold, "Don't you want to play games with Uncle Mario anymore? Huh?

The middle-aged woman cried out in fear, and subconsciously threw the dice out. The big dice spun three times on the ground, and finally landed slowly on the three dots. The middle-aged woman cried out in fear and ran, almost crawling, to the 20th square where Tang Mo was standing. Mario laughed at the funny way she was crawling on the floor.

And then the bald man.

When he picks up the dice, it's not just him who's scared, it's the middle-aged woman.

The bald man is now standing in the 19th cell, about to start his fifth roll. The middle-aged woman has just run into square 20, where Tang Mo has already been, and they are now both standing in square 20. But since Tang Mo is only on his fourth roll, he won't trigger the "Who wants to suffer with you" effect.

But if the bald man rolls a 1 this time, then he walks into a 20. Tang Mo is unaffected, but he'll face a 7-penalty grid with the middle-aged woman.

The top of the bald man's head began to sweat. He nervously raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his face, his legs shaking like chaff. He stared at the big dice in his hand, and the middle-aged woman sat on the ground, looking at the big dice in the bald man's hand with hope and prayer in her eyes.

"Don't be 1 point ...... don't!" The bald man yelled, closing his eyes and throwing the dice.

Knock!

The dice land, and he opens his eyes.

Positive 3 points.

The balding man's whole body fell limp, and he walked on his feet to the 22nd compartment.

These two men were scared, but the third beer-bellied man who rolled the dice was much more confident. He held the dice and roared fearlessly, "I don't believe it, I'm so unlucky. How can I roll 1 point and 3 points, surely not!" He was not afraid, but the middle-aged woman and the bald man standing in front of him looked at him nervously.

Tang Mo looked at this beer-bellied man standing at 19 frames. He glanced down at the other man's hands holding the dice, only to see that the man's hands had stiffened to the point that he could barely even hold the dice, and he was obviously pretending to be calm.

The beer-bellied man took a deep breath and suddenly rolled the dice. The dice spun in the air, his eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at them. When the dice landed, revealing the points on the front side, he ran to the 21st frame with a sweaty, ragged breath.

The fourth and fifth dice rollers will have it slightly easier. This is because one of them stands on frame 15 and one on frame 14, at the end of the large group and farther away from the others.

The fourth middle-aged man rarely spoke and had the least presence among the eight. Tang Mo recalled that his name was Zhao Guo. The name sounded ordinary too. He took the dice and rolled it with a pale face. When he saw the 1-point number on the dice, he heaved a sigh of relief and walked to the 16th frame.

The fifth dice roller is a young man. He seems to be boyfriend and girlfriend with the sixth young woman, and one of the two stands at the end of the line, at 14 frames, and the other at the front of the line, at 22 frames.

The young man isn't really under any particular pressure, he's not in danger as long as he doesn't roll a 2. Finally he stands on frame 18 and it's the young woman's turn.

Of all the people, this woman was the most relaxed. She stood two centimeters in front of Tang Mo. She was holding the giant dice and mumbling, "Six, six, six, it has to be six."

Tang Mo raised an eyebrow lightly.

Knock!

The dice landed with 5 points on the front.

Even if it wasn't 6 points, the young woman's eyes filled with excitement at the sight of the number. Without hesitation, she ran onto the 27th grid, which instantly opened another gap with the large group. However, she had just stood still when suddenly, the white light around the grid turned red.

"Dingdong! Trigger level four punishment grid."

Boom!

A huge black turtle descended from the sky, it stared at the young woman standing in the 27th compartment with those small green eyes, and suddenly attacked. The change happened so fast that the young woman didn't even have time to react, the black turtle had already bitten her thigh and ripped off a bloody piece of flesh.

The woman hissed in pain and pulled out the fruit knife she was carrying. She struggled to poke the huge and ferocious turtle with the fruit knife, but the turtle's shell was so hard that the fruit knife hit the turtle's shell, sending out sparks of metal clashing.

"Mei Mei!" The young man shouted anxiously.

The turtle kept hitting the woman's waist with its head, and in this side of the one-meter-long grid, an invisible wall rose on all sides. No matter how much the turtle pushed, the young woman was unable to leave the grid. She was spitting out blood, and at the same time a piece of her thigh was ripped off.

"Don't, don't ...... oooooh ...... don't kill me ......" The young woman panicked and slashed with her knife, these were no help to the Turtle were painless.

Of the remaining seven, the young man's eyes were red with anxiety as he stared at his girlfriend, but was unable to do anything about it. The other five looked on in fear, and the middle-aged woman muttered in a low voice, "The 27th cell is a fourth level punishment cell, can't go, can't go there ......"

Tang Mo shouted, "Don't cut its shell, cut its head!"

The woman heard someone commanding, panicked and responded, "I cut its head, cut the head ......" She took the knife and struggled to chop at the turtle's head. But the turtle was extremely fast, and before her knife fell, the turtle|s head had shrunk into its shell. The woman tried several times in desperation, but could never cut the turtle's head.

"I can't cut it, I can't!" She cried out in desperation.

Tang Mo frowned, and suddenly he saw the turtle burrow out of its shell again and take a bite out of the woman's left arm, ripping off a piece of flesh before retracting its head.

He shouted, "When it next bites you, cut off its head while it's biting and pulling at your flesh!"

The woman promised, but there was no way to do it. She had two more chunks of flesh ripped away from the turtle before she finally found the opportunity to cut off its head. The turtle's shell was very hard, but the turtle's head was soft. After its head was chopped off, the turtle's limbs shook twice, and it fell to the ground with a bark, fading into thin air.

The young woman's body had been gnawed on and the floor was covered in blood.

Strangely enough, while the man could not run out of the grid, this stinging blood flowed out of the 27th grid, and those standing a few squares behind them dodged the blood. The young woman sat panting and paralyzed in a pool of blood, horrible puddles of blood forming where the turtle had bitten her off, east and west, making her look ugly and horrible.

The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "Mei Mei, get some rest."

The woman nodded.

Luckily, after Earth came online, everyone's physical qualities had improved drastically, and even the physical level of the reserves far exceeded that of the world champions before Earth came online. With so many wounds all over her body, this woman didn't need to be treated, and within a minute the bleeding had stopped and started to scar. But she was still seriously injured, paralyzed on the ground and unable to move.

The old man rolled the dice and went from frame 18 to frame 24.

After he finished, all eyes fell on Tang Mo.

Tang Mo received the dice flying through the air with an expressionless face and lowered her head, looking at the points on the dice with a calm demeanor.

He was standing in frame 20. Now, frames 21, 22 and 24 are occupied. The only three squares he can go to are 23, 25 and 26. There's a 50/50 chance that he'll go to one of the squares that's already occupied, triggering the "Who wants to suffer with you" effect.

Players standing three squares in front of Tang Mo hold their breath as they watch him.

Tang Mo looked at the dice in his hand without much expression on his face, but his hands were already clenched in death. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, tossing the dice into the air as he did so.

Knock!

The dice landed with a five on the front.

Tang Mo walks to the 25th square, and the white glow around the edge of the square transforms into yellow, a blank square.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next second, the large dice on the ground wobbled and floated up, flying into the middle-aged woman's hands. The middle-aged woman standing in the 20th frame instantly turned pale, and she trembled so much that she didn't dare to pick up the dice at all. She raised her head and looked in front of her, almost as if in despair at the four people standing in front of her.

Bald man, beer-bellied man, old man and Tang Mo.

They stand in frames 22, 21, 24 and 25.

Left for women to choose from, only two frames remain.

On stage, Mario pulls back and gloats. He looked at the eight humans below him as if they were playing a fun game. It was as if the humans had been playing Super Mario for the past thirty years or so, waiting with the same expectant and pleasant eyes for game after game to begin.

Meanwhile, outside the game near the neighborhood.

A young man in a trench coat walked over to the flower bed and stopped.

The warm rays of the setting sun shone from the west, casting a light golden veil over the few landscape trees in the flower beds. Around the landscaping trees, there were several large bags and two suitcases piled up in bits and pieces.

The young man leaned down into the flower bed and examined the bags and boxes one by one. He opens each bag and examines the contents. Also opened all the suitcases and carefully identified what was in them. Finally, he looked carefully at each suitcase and bag for signs of blood and friction. The last bag he looked at was Tang Mo's bag, which contained very little, just a flashlight, a knife, a few packets of instant noodles, compressed cookies and bottled water.

After looking at all the luggage, he looked very hard and took a whistle out of his pocket and blew it.

Five minutes later, the young men and women who had originally joined him in the neighborhood garden to view the six bodies came gathering. They had just approached when they saw the suitcases and bags sitting around the flowerbed. They abruptly sank their faces and, like the young man, scrutinized these things. After the inspection, the three men looked at each other.

"By the looks of things, it should be entering the second copy."

"Well, it's into copy number two." The ponytailed woman said, her gaze sweeping over the luggage as she said, "I didn't realize that someone had already entered copy number two. I wonder how many bodies will appear this time." She looked at the luggage with a hint of regret in her eyes, as if through them, she saw their owners who were already destined to die.

"Using this flowerbed as the center of a circle, a fifty-meter radius is delineated as Entrance 31 of Copy Two."

"Yes!"

Mario's Monopoly game.

The middle-aged woman broke down and rolled the dice. She dreamed that Lady Luck would give her a chance, as she had given Tang Mo a chance, to be able to roll a 3 or a 6.

The huge dice tumbled on the floor, the woman's eyes reddened and her whole body tensed into a string.

The large dice spun slower and slower, and gradually it stopped.

Heads up, point 4.

The old man standing at frame 24 bristled and sank his face, looking grimly up at the middle-aged woman not far away. The woman's last hope was shattered when she saw the number of points. She raised her head tremblingly and looked at the old man as well.

The two men's eyes met in the air.

Mario's words with malicious laughter rang out at this time, "Congratulations, triggering the 'Who wants to suffer with you' effect. My lovely child, you must be enjoying this interesting rule, why don't you hurry over and accept the reward that belongs to you?"

The middle-aged woman was slow to move, and the old man remained cold and stared at her.

Mario whistles and doesn't rush, just watches them offstage as if he's watching a good show.

After watching for a full five minutes, he seemed to finally get tired of watching: "My child, why don t you go over, do ...... you not like Uncle Mario s game? You don't want to play this Monopoly game anymore? Hmm?"

The middle-aged woman looked up at the giant doll standing in the center of the neon stage.

Mario's mouth hangs a wide smile, he is about to speak again, but the middle-aged woman has already climbed up and walks towards frame 24 step by step. The two middle-aged men standing in frame 22 and 21 had given way to her, a hint of sympathy in their eyes, but more curiosity and sizing up.

When the middle-aged woman stood on the 24th frame, except for her and the old man, the other six people, including Tang Mo, stared at them intently.

And then they heard--

"Dingdong! Triggering the 'Who wants to share your pain' effect, opening the seventh level punishment grid. Uncle Mario is valiant, slashing turtles, stomping mushrooms, slaying evil dragons, and rescuing beautiful princesses. Mario's world doesn't need companions, because he is his own companion, who wants to share your pain!"

Uncle Mario laughed, "My favorite part of the trigger effect was when the Black Tower complimented me, you see how much the Black Tower likes me and how much the children respect me."

No one listened to him.

In the 24th compartment, the moment the middle-aged woman stepped inside, the edge of the grid changed from a warm white light to a deep black light.

Tang Mo watches the scene intently.

Step on a blank grid and the grid will glow yellow.

Both the reward and penalty grids are red.

The triggering effect is a black light.

The woman and the old man stood face to face, both staring at each other, neither moving first. At that moment, there was a tremor that shook the ground, and everyone swayed from side to side. Tang Mo's afterglow caught sight of something black, and he raised his head, his eyes widening in horror.

Boom!

A huge black Mario came down from the sky and landed in front of the crowd. He wore a black hat, black pants, black gloves and shoes. Everything he wore was exactly the same as the Mario on the stage, and he looked exactly the same, except that everything was black, including those dark eyes.

In the fourth level punishment compartment, the young woman had been trapped in the compartment and unable to get out, and had been toppled by the turtle to the point of almost dying. But in this seventh level punishment grid, the old man and the middle-aged woman were no longer restricted. Black Mario spotted them, his huge black eyes staring at them, and flung them over with a slap.

As the slap went down, the sound of bones breaking was incomparably clear in the white world. The two were thrown ten meters away by this terrifying slap, scaring the other players into rushing out of the way.

Black Mario trotted up, the kind of run he often did on game screens, and made a bee-line for the old man and the middle-aged woman.

The two men were slapped by him and fell to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths.

Mario kindly reminded, "Oh, don't be afraid other kids, you guys didn't trigger the 'Who wants to suffer with you' effect, you'll be fine." When Black Mario ran out of the grid just now, many players were so terrified that they tried to run away, fearing that he would hit them as well.

On the 150-frame Mario's Monopoly map, the black Mario chased down the old man and the woman. His eyes scanned between the two men, and with a hefty grin, he suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed them by the necks.

After all, old men are old, even if their physical fitness has improved, they are not as good as middle-aged women.

When the giant hand of black Mario reached over, the middle-aged woman cried out and pulled out a small knife from her bosom, closed her eyes, and quickly stabbed the old man, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, I didn't want to ...... you go to hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bang!

Loud gunshots terminated everything.

From Tang Mo's point of view, Black Mario blocked the old man and the woman with his huge body so that he could not see their current situation. After the gunshot, Black Mario's movement suddenly stopped. His hands had already touched the hair of the two men, and he let out a hefty laugh as his body suddenly disappeared.

The old man and the middle-aged woman are now sitting paralyzed by the red "START" grid at the starting point.

The middle-aged woman held a small knife in her right hand and frantically lunged at the old man. The hideous and frightened expression on her face had not dissipated, but her eyes were full of fear. Tears slowly overflowed from her eyes, and her mouth spat out large gulps of blood. In her chest, there was a huge black bloody hole, and she slowly collapsed, and kept staring at the old man before she died, asking with trembling lips, "Why ...... why ......"

The old man took his hand|gun back into his arms and looked at the dying woman on the ground, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, go to hell."

The exact same words turned out to be completely different from what the middle-aged woman thought. Her pupils began to dilate and her body became rigid. Thick blood gushed out from underneath her, coloring the ground red.

The old man walked back to the 24th frame step by step as he covered his chest. Just now, Black Mario had broken three of his ribs with a slap, and even if his physique was good, he wouldn't be able to heal for a while.

Everyone stared warily at the old man.

Guns are still the scariest weapons for most players. Tang Mo doesn't know how many full-fledged players and stowaways there are in this Monopoly game right now, but preppers are definitely in the majority anyway. Without defense, Tang Mo could not dodge the bullets either. If he had been the one who was attacked just now, he would have been shot as well. He wouldn't necessarily die, but he certainly wouldn't be able to get away with it.

Tang Mo's eyes glanced over the body of the middle-aged woman and turned to the other six.

At least one of these should be a full-fledged player.

Two hours ago, he was pitched into this game by these seven men. The old man's acting was not bad, and Tang Mo did not dare to confirm if he had really twisted his foot. But in a world like this, Tang Mo is not in the mood to help a wounded old man, and he still won't go forward. What really lets him know that this is a game is the performance of the young man and woman.

They are so aggressive and hate that they can't wait to run right over and help, it's suspicious.

Tang Mo realized the problem early and ran in time. He was faster than all seven of them, and if someone hadn't suddenly cast a strange supernatural ability to blow a gale, Tang Mo would have been able to run out of the game without being implicated in it.

So at least one of the seven has psychic powers. Looking at the appearance of the seven, the likelihood of them being stowaways is low. The likelihood of a reservist having psychic abilities is even lower, and will be disregarded for the time being.

Tang Mo scrutinizes the seven men, his eyes finally resting on the bald man and the beer-bellied man.

The bald man looked at the body of the middle-aged woman in the distance with complicated eyes, and the beer-bellied man pursed his lips without commenting. Together, they turned their heads to look at the old man, without much worry or fear on their faces, just one more point of scorn.

That shifter should be among those two now.

The bald man began to roll the dice.

In the next few rounds, no one triggered the "Who shares your pain" effect. Coincidentally, the bald man rolled sixes a few times, and he was ahead of the rest of the crowd, standing on the 59th square. In addition to him, Tang Mo is also "lucky", standing on the 53rd square.

The young man and woman have very similar grid numbers, one at 45 and one at 42.

The beer-bellied man stood in frame 36, his face not very nice. There were two other people, one standing in frame 47 and the old man standing in frame 39.

It was the old man's turn to roll the dice, and the young man and woman standing in front of him were nervous. The young woman's body had almost recovered, although her body was still pitted, she held her fruit knife in a death grip, as long as the old man rolled her check, she would never hesitate, she would definitely kill the other person before he shot her. Her boyfriend was no exception, his eyes dead set on the old man's every move.

Only the dice spun twice in the air.

Knock!

Positive 1 point.

The young man and woman breathed a sigh of relief together as the old man stepped onto the 40-gauge without changing his face.

"Dingdong! Triggers a free jump grid, with the option to move forward any number of squares (up to 30), or backwards any number of squares (not backwards to a grid you once stood on)."

Before the old man, the bald man also stepped on a jump frame, which was frame 29. He was behind Tang Mo, who was in first place. The bald man uses the jumping square to jump onto the square where Tang Mo stood before him, and then rolls 6's several times in a row to get into first place.

Now it was the old man's turn to make a choice.

The old man's voice was steady as he thought for a long time before looking up and saying, "I'll choose to back up and jump to frame 29."

"Ding Dong! Select jump to frame 29. frame 29 is a free jump frame, non-throwing points arrive at the jump frame, no jump stacking is allowed."

The old man nodded without saying anything.

On stage, Mario looks at the old man in the distance and smiles thoughtfully.

The bald man standing at the front strangely said, "This old man is sick, isn't he, last place is to be left behind. Even if he's far away from us and won't trigger the effect, he'll still be killed by this strange Mario."

Tang Mo gave him a look.

The old man's intentions weren't that simple.

Choose to retreat, rather than forward, the first very obvious purpose, is to want to avoid the large force. The old man's most powerful weapon should be that gun, he has already exposed | revealed his bottom card, if the effect is triggered once more, the hand | gun can not be a surprise, who will die and who will live is not certain. The only way to be safer is to stay far away from the others.

Secondly, the old man had picked a very good spot. The 29th frame had already been determined to be a free jumping frame, and regardless of whether he could jump another number of frames or not, this frame was definitely safe. And this grid was exactly 7 frames away from the previous beer-bellied man.

The 7 frame is a very subtle frame number. First of all, it ensured that the old man had little chance of catching up with the beer-bellied man anytime soon, and that he would be safe for a long time. In addition, the gap between the frames wasn't so large that he couldn't catch up. With a few relatively large rolls, the old man could catch up to the beer-bellied man and become the penultimate.

Tang Mo looked calmly at the old man, who noticed his sight and looked at him as well.

The large dice fly slowly through the air, and Tang Mo catches them in both hands, withdrawing his gaze. He tosses the dice casually into the air.

1 point.

Tang Mo advances one square to the 54th square.

It's now eight rounds since anyone has triggered the "Who wants to share your pain" effect, and everyone's mood is much more relaxed. Soon another round of dice is rolled, and everyone moves forward, still at peace.

The balding man stood on frame 60, and when Tang Mo was about to roll the dice, he glanced back and laughed a little, "No way, exactly six? It's not that backward."

The big dice gurgled and rolled on the floor.

Knock!

Heads up, 6 o'clock.

The bald man's smile froze on his face, and Tang Mo frowned.

The two were separated by a full six frames, looking at each other. Neither moved first. The bald man put his hand into his pocket and seemed to have gotten some kind of weapon, but he didn't take it out and hid it in his clothes. Not daring to let his guard down, Tang Mo held his breath as his right hand fumbled with the tattoo of matches on his left wrist. Then he lifted his feet and took a step towards the 60th cell.

The five men behind them all looked at them.

"Ding Dong! Triggers the 'Who wants to suffer with you' effect ......"

The moment Tang Mo reached the 60th frame, before the game beep finished, the bald man suddenly took out a sharp knife from his pocket and stabbed directly at Tang Mo. Tang Mo was prepared for this, he quickly sidestepped and avoided it, his left leg lifted up and chopped downwards, the wind from his leg broke through the air and chopped on the man's elbow. The man let out a cry of pain, and the knife slipped out of his hand.

The moment his left foot landed on the ground, Tang Mo borrowed the force and glared, his body deftly spun half a circle in the air, his right leg swept across in the same direction and kicked the bald man into the distance.

This series of movements was like a flowing stream, watching everyone in the back stunned, and the old man even stood up straight and scrutinized Tang Mo.

In fact, Tang Mo didn't think it would be so easy to defeat this bald man.

Tang Mo seldom fought in the past, and he had never learned any fighting skills. When dealing with the smuggler who used poisoned flowers, Tang Mo, despite having a big match and being physically stronger than the other man (who was missing an arm at the time), was overwhelmed by the other man, and could only find opportunities to sneak in and win by virtue of his great physical strength. He is now able to perform such smooth striking maneuvers, thanks to his sheer physical strength.

It's the bald man who is just ridiculously weak. At least he's way weaker than Tang Mo.

The bald man spat out a mouthful of blood as he was kicked off.

By this time, the Black Tower's gameplay beep had reached the last sentence-

"...... For he is his own companion, who shall suffer with you!"

Boom!

Black Mario came down from the skies, trembling the earth violently. Tang Mo's eyes narrowed and he took out the large match without hesitation.

The beer-bellied man in the distance exclaimed, "Allomancy!"

The bald man is kicked away from Tang Mo and the black Mario catches a glimpse of Tang Mo. He looks at the big match in Tang Mo's hand and his eyes light up as he jogs over to Tang Mo and kicks him in the right leg. Tang Mo reacts quickly and dodges the blow with his legs on the ground, but Mario's right hand strikes Tang Mo's head with terrifying speed.

This is so fast that it almost exceeds Tang Mo's current dynamic vision.

You know Tang Mo can basically see the track marks of a normal hand|gun now, a hand that swings faster than a bullet! Tang Mo doesn't have time to swing the match next to his head. He reacts quickly, ducking his head to the back, pulling the match back into his wrist, and then removing it in an instant, angling it so that it is right next to his right side of his face.

Bang!

Mario's fist crashes into a large match and the head of the match grazes Tang Mo's cheek, breaking a layer of skin the size of a thumbnail. The match was not broken, but Tang Mo, who was holding the match, was knocked away with it, and his mouth was cracked.

Tang Mo flies away, and Black Mario bristles and turns his head to look at the bald man on the ground.

The bald man climbed up in fear and ran forward quickly. He didn't dare to run towards Tang Mo, Tang Mo's movements just now scared him, and he realized that he couldn't beat this young man at all, and if he rushed over there, he might be killed by his opponent instead. He could only keep running, but Mario was much faster than him.

Mario punches the bald man, who isn't as strong plus lucky as Tang Mo, and spits out a mouthful of blood and shards of internal organs. He is sent flying just in time to land not far from Tang Mo.

When Black Mario saw that the two humans were together again, he smiled and stopped hitting the bald man, and came back to hit Tang Mo. Tang Mo was struggling to avoid Mario's attacks, and used the big matches to block Mario's attacks from time to time. But even though the matches can block the attacks, they can't fight back at all, and Tang Mo's body is gradually getting more and more wounds.

Tang Mo had no time to catch his breath from the intense and frequent attacks. At this point, of course, he thought of using his only offensive ability, but Mario couldn't give him time to cross his arms and shout "Give me back my grandpa".

At that moment, Mario kicked again, and Tang Mo clearly felt his right arm broken, and the pain was so intense that the arm could not be restored within ten minutes.

Uncle Mario on stage gloats and kindly reminds, "Poor boy, have you forgotten that as soon as there's only one player in the grid, the 'Who Wants to Suffer with You' effect stops."

Black Mario As if echoing Mario's words, he hemmed and hawed and slapped Tang Mo in the stomach.

Bang!

Tang Mo was sent flying, spitting out a large mouthful of blood and bits and pieces of his internal organs. He sensed that he was already bleeding internally, and if he didn't stop for another blow, his body's recovery would not be able to keep up with the speed of life passing by.

Mario smiled again and reminded once more, "Cute kid, there are still two players in the grid now."

Black Mario slows his pace and walks slowly towards Tang Mo. Tang Mo stared at him coldly, as if he was thinking about something. Three seconds later, without hesitation, he picked up a large match with his left hand, turned around and ran towards the unconscious bald man not far away. The match drew a parabola in the air, and Tang Mo's match head was only half a meter away from the bald man's chest.

Suddenly, the footsteps behind them stopped.

Tang Mo stops moving and turns his head to look.

Black Mario's body froze in mid-air.

On stage, Mario said regretfully, "Poor boy, why couldn't you have lasted a few more seconds, what a shame."

Tang Mo looks to the bald man on the ground and leans down to probe his nostrils.

Dead.

Tang Mo used a large match as a walking stick and limped back to the 60th square. His body was leaning on the large match, and his right arm was naturally drooping because it was broken. Stinging blood flowed down his fingers, ticking and falling to the ground.

Behind him, all five players held their breath and looked at him in fear, as if they had seen some kind of monster.

Tang Mo looked at Mario on the stage with an expressionless face, watching quietly as if he was trying to memorize him in his heart. Immediately afterward, he suddenly squatted down and drew a neat red circle on the ground with his right hand, which was wet with blood.

Mario looked at him curiously and asked, "Sweet boy, congratulations on surviving, what are you doing?"

Tang Mo looked up, his voice cold, "Draw a circle to wish you a long life."

"Oh, you're such a sweet boy!"

Tang Mo did not reply.

As the game continues, Tang Mo is at the front of the line. His whole body was pressed against the big match, and he looked very weak, but no one would underestimate him. The five men behind him each stared at him in horror, praying that they would not be in the same frame as this man.

Tang Mo closed his eyes and felt the wounds in his body healing one by one. Although the rate of healing was slow, it certainly wouldn't die.

However, Mario's malice doesn't end there.

Tang Mo seems isolated from the others as he rolls his own dice, stands up on the grid, and closes his eyes. Seems to be resting, but also seems to be thinking about something.

Of the five people in the back, except for the old man who had been lucky enough to be at the end of the queue and had not triggered the "Who wants to share the pain with you" effect and had not encountered the punishment grid, the other four had all encountered the punishment grid. The middle-aged man, who was the most inconspicuous, encountered a Level 5 Punishment Grid, and when he stepped into that grid, countless flying fish with wings jumped up from the ground and flew onto his body.

The middle-aged man wailed in agony, he didn't even have time to fight back, the flesh on his body was eaten by the flying fishes bite by bite, and in the end, there wasn't even any bone crumbs left.

Tang Mo walked step by step to the 80th cell. Behind him, the young man stood at square 70 and the young woman at square 64.

It was the woman's turn to start rolling the dice. At first she was talking to her boyfriend, and when the dice stopped at 6, they both fell silent at the same time.

The young woman looked up at the man, and the man looked back at her.

"Bong ...... Bong Cheng?"

The young man swallowed, "Don't be afraid, Mei Mei, come over here and the two of us will join hands and fight that black Mario together."

"Even that man couldn't beat Mario, how can we possibly beat it!" The woman cried out in pain, pointing her finger at Tang Mo.

The man gritted his teeth, "Even if we can't live together, we can die together! I'll die with you, Mei Mei!"

"Uh-huh!" The young woman was moved to tears as she nodded her head vigorously and quickly ran to her boyfriend.

"Ding Dong! Trigger ......"

The sound of the Black Tower's gameplay beeps came to a screeching halt.

Tang Mo turned to look.

The woman's fruit knife stabbed the man in the chest, and the man also held a kitchen knife in his hand, stabbing through the woman's abdomen. Both of them looked at each other in disbelief as a large amount of blood gushed out of their mouths.

"You cheap ...... woman, you cheap ...... bitch|goods ......"

The woman, however, looked even more frantic as she sobbed and laughed, "Men are liars and cheat ......"

The voices stopped and the two fell together, literally making a promise to die together.

At this point, only Tang Mo, the beer-bellied man and the old man remain on the Monopoly map.

Tang Mo is on frame 80, the man with the beer belly is on frame 62, and the old man is on frame 55.

Next, it was Tang Mo's turn to roll the dice. He looked at the dice in his hand, and without hesitation, gently threw it out.

Positive 3 points.

Tang Mo moves forward three squares to 83.

"Ding Dong! Trigger free jump grid, optional ......"

Mario has slumped to the floor in boredom, propping his chin on his right hand as he looks down at the only three players left on the stage.

Tang Mo, leaning on a large match, looked up and asked, "Dear Uncle Mario, I have a few questions and am very curious. Will you answer them? Just very simple little questions, and I'm sure Uncle Mario won't say no."

Mario got interested and stood up straight away, "What's your question, lovely boy. Kind Uncle Mario never refuses a good boy's question, so just say it."

Tang Mo faintly said, "All of those 6,456 players, all of them have died here, haven't they?"

Mario laughed, "They didn't die here, they wanted to stay here forever and play games with Uncle Mario."

Tang Mo nodded, "If there is only one player left at the end of the play, assuming he makes it to the end, is he considered last?"

"Of course it doesn't count, he's the only one left, it must be a lonely, poor boy. How can he be last when he's as lonely as Uncle Mario?"

Tang Mo's gaze is fixed on Mario's body. After hearing this answer, he was silent for a long time and did not ask again. After a long time, he said, "Although the Black Tower has already announced the rules, I still want to confirm it again. Uncle Mario, is it true that there is a King Grid and a Mortal Grid?"

By now, the eight players had traveled as far as 80 frames. In this entire 80 frames, none of them had triggered the King's and Prisoner's frames, only the Blank, Reward, Punishment and Free Jump frames.

Mario gave a thumbs up and a big smile crossed his face, "Of course it does. Lovely Uncle Mario never lies, as I just said."

"Is that so." After a pause, Tang Mo lifted his head, his dark eyes staring deathly at the comical yet adorable big doll, "Then the last question ...... Uncle Mario, is there really a pass grid?"

As soon as those words hit the ground, Mario narrowed his huge black eyes and looked at Tang Mo. after a long time, he smiled, "Uncle Mario never lies, kid, of course there's a pass frame. Well, hurry up and choose which grid you want to jump to!"

Tang Mo : "Well, I know." While saying that, he took out a white egg from his pocket.

Mario looked at the Huo Ji egg and rubbed his chin, "What is this, it seems familiar."

Tang Mo extends his right finger and draws an "S" on the white Huo Ji egg.

In the next moment, a sound of rushing water resounded in Tang Mo's mind. He frowned, surprised at the sound, and tentatively asked in his head, "Mr. Fu?"

Thousands of miles away in Beijing, in an unoccupied residential building.

Fu Wenduo suddenly stopped washing his hair and turned off the faucet.

Tang Mo asked again, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Wenduo covered in foam : "......"

White light shone down from the ceiling top of the bathroom on this tall, strong body. Smooth, beautifully muscled, long, straight thighs, tiny droplets of water sliding down the graceful curve of his abs and into some hidden place.

Fu Wenduo was silent for a moment, "...... Well, I'm here, what's wrong?"

Tang Mo didn't notice the abnormality on the other side as he whispered, "I'd like to trouble you to open the archiver for me."