Chapter 23: I want to go to ......

Talking to a smart person is the least of your worries. Tang Mo asked Fu Wenduo to help him open the archiver, and three seconds later, he saw the "S" symbol he had just drawn on the white Huo Ji egg begin to shine.

In his head, a male voice rang out in a low tone, "There's only one hour in total, and when that time is up, the contents of the archive will automatically disappear. There is only one chance to read the archive."

"Uh, thanks."

Fu Wenduo spoke succinctly, and explained the function of the Huo Ji Egg a little more clearly. His voice could only be heard by Tang Mo, and in the eyes of Mario and the other two, all they could see was Tang Mo's sudden silence. Mario's patience ran out and he said impatiently, "Son, do you hate this game and don't want to play with Uncle Mario anymore? Why don't you choose the number of frames you want to jump to."

Tang Mo calmly put the Huo Ji Egg into his pocket and looked up at the giant doll not far away, "From the very beginning, I have been thinking, 6456 players, participating in this game, with a total of only 150 squares, but not a single one of them has gotten through. Such a probability, isn't it so monstrous that it's a bit abnormal."

Mario slowly narrowed his eyes, "Sweet boy, Uncle Mario doesn't know what you're talking about, make your choice."

Behind Tang Mo, the beer-bellied man also looked annoyed and yelled, "Choose which frame you want to jump to, don't waste your time, and don't piss this guy off. If you piss this guy off, then stay away from us, and don't harm us."

An old voice rang out at this time, "Yes, the probability is monstrous to the point of being unbelievable."

Tang Mo turned his head to look at the old man standing at frame 55.

Before the game started, with eight people standing in the "START" frame, Tang Mo asked the meaning of the number "6456" on the LED sign hanging above the stage.

Since then Tang Mo has been a huge skeptic of the game.

There are 6,456 players in groups of 8, totaling 807 groups. These 807 groups, participating in a game of Monopoly that ostensibly requires luck to win, are wiped out. In Tang Mo's conjecture, the most likely scenario for any group of players to face at the end of the game is this--

Only one player remains and continues to play the game.

Two players entering the same grid will have a "who wants to suffer with you" effect, exposing both players to a seven-level penalty grid. Tang Mo doesn't think a normal player can beat the scary black Mario, and even if Fu Wenduo were to play, he wouldn't be a match for him. As such, whenever the "Share the Pain" effect is triggered, more than one player is bound to die.

The situation where the gap between players widens and there are still three players left in the 83rd square, as in Tang Mo's group, should be in the minority. The real majority are the ones that kill each other until the end, leaving only the last player, who never triggers the "who wants to suffer with you" effect again, and only this player keeps rolling the dice towards the end.

It's a bit harsh to say, but that's how this game is going to end.

Tang Mo wondered if "the last player left behind" was the reason why no one won the game, but Mario has just denied his suspicions. In the case where there is only one player left, that player is a "poor kid" and will not be considered last by Mario.

So the probability of winning this game is monstrous to the point of perversion.

6456 players is a large enough sample size. With only 150 grids and a total of 30 penalty grids, the prisoner grids took up 5% of the total, up to a maximum of 8 grids. With that, not even one of the 6,000+ players could make it to the end, which only meant one thing.

Tang Mo's gaze is far away, quietly sweeping over the 120th to 150th frames not far away.

"These 30 compartments, there are 6 consecutive compartments, all of them are prisoner compartments, right?" Tang Mo's voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was just saying a very ordinary thing, but after he said this, the beer-bellied man's face changed drastically, and the old man also gripped the gun in his hand. Tang Mo looked at Mario and repeated, "The Prisoner Grid is the Law of Karma's certain death grid, and since the Black Tower said so, the player who stepped on the Prisoner Grid would not be able to survive no matter what. Six consecutive Prisoner Grids eliminate the player's hope of moving forward. Regardless of which points are rolled, they will definitely step on the prisoner grid."

Mario's black wooden eyes froze for a split second as the lovable classic gaming character crossed his arms and burst out laughing, "Sweet child, how could you say that. This game is Uncle Mario's reward for the children, and Uncle Mario is going to share so many treasures with you." He opened his body sideways and again showed Tang Mo the mountains of gold and silver behind him, "Wouldn't Uncle Mario not give you guys a chance to get your reward?"

Tang Mo laughed, "There are definitely ways to win, but whether you want to give it or not is another matter."

Mario The smile on his face fades, "Boy, you're unlovable."

Beer belly man roared, "You don't provoke him ah! Are you sick, none of us can beat him, if he gets angry and rushes down from above, I don't care about your ...... you have no relationship with us, if you want to kill, kill you!"

Tang Mo gave Beer Belly a look, "If he could have gotten down, would he have stayed up there that long?"

The beer-bellied man froze.

Mario couldn't say a word to counter Tang Mo's words.

Tang Mo believes that the Black Tower game can be won. Just like the "Who Stole My Book" game he once participated in. Finding a book from 23 large bookshelves and hundreds of thousands of books may seem impossible, but if it's a game, there's a way to get through it, and it's possible to succeed.

There are two things to keep in mind when playing Mario's Monopoly game.

First, the flexible use of free jump grids.

There are two ways to jump to the free jump grid, the first is to jump forward as many squares as you like, up to a limit of 30 squares; the second is to jump backward as many squares as you like, and you may not go back to the grid you have been to before.

This jump proves one thing: there can't be a free jump from 120 frames onwards, otherwise players could just jump to 150 frames, which wouldn't be in keeping with Mario's nasty character. And if there is a jump box, many of the 6,456 players must have reached the last 120 frames, and would have won by stepping on the free jump box.

Second, memorize the contents of every grid that you and your teammates have stepped on.

After becoming a full-fledged player, Tang Mo's memory has been improved. He kept in mind that starting from the 3rd frame, the eight of them had stepped on a total of 61 frames in the first 83 frames. Among them, there were 16 free jump squares, 13 penalty squares, 8 bonus squares, and 24 blank squares.

The total number of free jumps is 120, and there are 16 free jumps in 61 squares, which proves that the likelihood of free jumps appearing in the following squares is very low. In the last 30 squares, there may not be a single free jump.

At the same time, the first 83 frames are likely to not have a single king frame or prisoner frame.

Tang Mo suddenly thought, "The king grid can be linked to the prisoner grid, and consecutive king grids are followed by consecutive prisoner grids."

His voice was so soft that neither the beer-bellied man nor the old man heard him, but Mario heard him and laughed twice sinisterly, as if in recognition of his words.

Gold and silver are not worth a penny to humans nowadays. Players play this Monopoly game, not even thinking about getting those gold diamonds, in addition to being dragged in hard to have to participate in the game, this game is tempting to them is that 5% of the King's Grid.

If it was true that the King's Grid and the Prisoner's Grid were set up consecutively, then the players who had managed to hold on until the end, with all their injuries, were already close to seeing the end of the line. They suddenly step on the king's grid, and the joy is absolutely indescribable. Players who were more lucky might keep rolling very small points and step on several king's grids, gaining so many rewards.

However what awaited them after the King's Grid ended was a succession of Prisoner's Grids.

In the absence of free jumping grids, no one is destined to win this game as long as there are six consecutive prisoner grids.

Tang Mo puts his hands in his pockets and looks up, his voice calm, "Think of the number of frames I want to jump."

Mario didn't realize that he had just hesitated for so long, and now all of a sudden he was talking about skipping frames. Mario asked, "Huh, kid, you don't have anything else to say and now you're going to jump?" Continuously exposed by Tang Mo, Uncle Mario still smiled brightly. He straightened his crooked red octagonal hat and said, "Uncle Mario loves smart kids, don't you want to tell me again how many surprises Uncle Mario has in store for you?"

Six consecutive inmate frames as a surprise?

Tang Mo coldly swept Mario a glance, "I'm going to jump back."

Uncle Mario waved his big hand, "Which frame do you want to jump to?"

"First frame."

"Oh, so it's the first ......" The voice screeched to a halt, and the giant Mario's entire body froze in the air. As if someone had pressed pause on an old television set from the last century, the giant doll froze comically in mid-air. Two seconds later, he clucked his head around and stared at Tang Mo with big dark eyes.

The beer-bellied man wondered, "First frame? Isn't that the wrong word."

The old man wrinkled his brow and didn't say anything, staring in thought.

Mario scratched up the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Boy, did I hear you right, you're jumping to the first frame?"

Tang Mo didn't pay any attention to him at all, he looked at the sky and said directly in a loud voice, "I want to jump to the first frame."

"Ding Dong! Select jump to the first frame."

Tang Mo turns, lifts his feet, and takes a step toward the first one.

Mario's voice rose suddenly, "If you go to the first square, kid, you're dead last. You'll have to play the game from the beginning. Even if the two players in front of you all fail and you're the only one left, child, will you be so lucky next time that you keep from triggering a penalty grid above level six?"

Tang Mo doesn't look back, "I like to start from scratch and challenge myself."

Mario huffed, "You're a bad boy who isn't cute at all! You'll definitely run into the dreaded punishment grid next time!"

"I think I'm just cute."

Mario has never seen such a brazen human: "You ......!"

A low, short laugh suddenly resounded in her head, and Tang Mo's footsteps paused for a moment.

Fu Wenduo: "Doesn't bother you, does it?"

Tang Mo knew that Fu Wenduo could hear all their conversations. But Tang Mo can't block each other's ears, so for the sake of archiving, she can only let this person listen in.

"No."

Far away in Beijing, the tall man had long ago wiped the foam off his head and body, and casually wrapped a towel around his lower body. Fu Wenduo sat on the sofa, did not go to the shower, but in took a psychology book from the bookshelf, casually flipping through.

When the archiver is turned on, both parties uncontrollably have to hear each other's voices.

Fu Wenduo had very little contact with Tang Mo, but he knew that Tang Mo was not a stupid person. A game that was so dangerous that it required the opening of an archiver must be an extremely difficult game.

Fu Wenduo is not so bad a person as to take a shower while someone is playing an important game. It's not that taking a shower makes him look uncaring, Fu Wenduo isn't too interested in the game Tang Mo is playing, it's just that the sound of the water in his shower will reach Tang Mo's ears, perhaps disturbing Tang Mo's judgment.

Of course, there was also the reason he didn't want the other man to know he was in the shower.

Still, the point is that he's nice enough to not maliciously interrupt people playing the game.

Since the archiver was only turned on halfway, Fu Wenduo read the book while listening to Tang Mo's words, and only picked up a few key words.

Mario, Free Jump Grid, King Grid, Prisoner Grid ......

Sounds like a fun game.

The people who play the game are interesting too.

In Mario's Monopoly game, Tang Mo, of course, doesn't know that across the street from Huo Ji's egg, some man is sitting on a couch with a towel around his body, listening to the sounds of his game with great interest. He gets to square 70 and runs into the beer-bellied man.

The man with the beer belly sidestepped his body to the side, allowing Tang Mo to walk through. When Tang Mo reached the 69th frame, he said, "Hey, do you really want to go over there? Are you having a hard time thinking about what you're doing back on the first grid."

It's rare that this beer-bellied guy cares, and Tang Mo gives him a look and says with a bit of interest, "You do possess a wind-related psychic ability, don't you?"

The beer-bellied man froze and blurted out, "How did you know?"

Tang Mo faded, "When we get out, I'll beat you to death."

Beer Belly Man: "......"

After a moment, "You're a nervous wreck!"

Tang Mo had already walked to the old man's cell. The old man also sidestepped to make way for Tang Mo. He didn't say anything, but just stared at Tang Mo with a cautious gaze and watched him continue to walk to the grid in front of him.

Tang Mo takes one step at a time, and the beer-bellied man, the old man, and Mario watch him from the white game space. No one said a word, no one commented on whether Tang Mo was crazy or not. Until Tang Mo reached the third square, Mario suddenly shouted: "The 100th square is the king's square. It's the only king's square until 120. You were on the 83rd free jump frame, you could have chosen to jump to this frame, it's not too late to turn back. You're running to the first frame now, and even if you're not last, you won't necessarily be lucky enough to make it to the 83rd frame again."

Tang Mo stopped in his tracks as he turned and looked at the giant Mario: "I'm more than relieved when you say that."

"You wicked, bad boy! You're not human, you're the devil!"

Tang Mo was blandly sarcastic: "It's hard to say whether I'm a devil or not, but you're certainly not human."

"You ......!"

Mario was so angry that he bounced around the stage. He bounces in place over and over again, shaking the world from side to side, his eyes blazing with rage as he stares directly at Tang Mo's back. The beer-bellied man and the old man have no doubt that Mario now wants to kill Tang Mo. But just as Tang Mo had said, Mario had only been bouncing on that tiny stage.

The cheap neon lights surrounding the stage crackle and fall to the ground as he bounces around so violently that the stage is almost trampled through, and Mario doesn't even leave the stage, just glares angrily at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo had turned around long ago, and he stood in the third compartment, looking down at the second and first compartments in front of him.

His gaze gradually narrowed, his eyes looking back and forth between the second and first frames for a long time before he finally lifted his steps and walked across the second frame and stood on the first frame. At the moment his feet stepped onto the first frame, Tang Mo's taut demeanor abruptly changed, and he slightly hooked the corner of his lips, sighing as if to say, "It turns out that you haven't lost your heart and mind to that extent, and wasted one of my archive opportunities for nothing ......"

Immediately afterward, a clear childish voice rang through the white world--the

"Dingdong! Triggered Pass Grid. at 21:49 on November 22nd, 2017, player Tang Mo successfully passed the massively multiplayer copy game ' Mario's Monopoly Game', and received the reward ' Uncle Mario's Treasure'. "

The beer-bellied man stared at Tang Mo in disbelief.

The old man also looked at him in dismay, his eyes full of skepticism and confusion.

Mario banged angrily on the stage at his feet, which he had already trampled, and he roared, "You devil, you're the devil! Those are my treasures, treasures that Uncle Mario worked hard for thirty-six years in the sewers to retrieve. You lazy humans, you want to take away Uncle Mario's treasures without doing anything. Not for you, I'll never give them to you!"

As Mario says these words, however, a huge mountain of gold emerges from the white game world behind him.

The gold mountain wobbled and floated in the eyes of the crowd. Uncle Mario jumped up in fear and tried to pull the flying gold mountain, but his efforts to jump clumsily only enabled him to pluck a gold coin out of the mountain with great difficulty. The huge mountain of gold flew straight toward Tang Mo, flying behind him and falling with a crash.

Countless gold and diamonds were piled up into a small mountain behind Tang Mo, and a few gold coins rolled down from the mountain to Tang Mo's feet. He bent down and picked up the gold coins.

"Why the first frame?" The old man asked.

Tang Mo's eyes moved away from the gold coins, "Because this game, there must be a way to pass it."

The old man frowned, whispered: "the first frame, the first frame ......" he kept saying, trying to find out what clues from the "first frame".

Tang Mo : "The fact that not a single one of the 6000+ people could pass the level proves two things, first, there are definitely no free jump frames after 120 frames; second, there are more than six consecutive prisoner frames in the last 120 frames. With this guy's bad degree ...... " Tang Mo glanced at Uncle Mario who was lying on the stage chirping and crying, "He should have set the last six frames as prisoner frames, and before that it was consecutive king frames. "

It was hard to get to the end, and all of a sudden you got the king's frame of treasure, with only six frames left to go to the finish line.

However, those players never make it to the finish line.

Because this game from start to finish is all about the player finding the only pass grid.

"At first I wondered if the number of free jump grids was a little too much. 20% of the free jump grids are 30 grids in total. Ninety percent of the people were able to step on the free jump grids at least once, but no normal person would choose to jump to the first place. The front is unknown, players will usually choose to jump to a grid that someone has stepped on, or fall backward and leave the large group to avoid triggering 'who wants to share your pain'."

The old man had done this, choosing to jump to the end of the line the first time he stepped on the free jump grid.

The beer-bellied man was still confused, "Then why the first frame?"

Tang Mo : "In the game of Monopoly, if there are no free jump squares and there are 150 squares, which square has the lowest probability of being rolled by the player?"

The beer-bellied man thought for a moment and responded, "The first frame! Yeah, it's the first frame."

Not hopelessly stupid after all.

Originally, Tang Mo was planning to go out and beat this culprit who pitted himself into the game to death, and casually break two legs (anyway, the other party is an official player with supernatural powers, and the next day will probably be able to live and breathe). But just now, the beer-bellied man voiced his concern for Tang Mo, and now that his brain has finally gotten a little bit brighter, Tang Mo decided in his heart: break a leg.

What even a beer-bellied man can understand, the old man certainly understands.

Mario's Monopoly game has a total of 150 squares. Many people would assume that the most unlikely squares for players to reach are the likes of 149 and 150, but in fact, the hardest squares for players to walk into are the first squares.

There are countless ways to get to the 150th frame.

There are no free jump frames, and there is only one way to get to the first frame: roll a point at the beginning.

There are two ways to try to get to the second frame: roll 2 points at the beginning; roll 1 point first, then 1 point.

There are four ways to go to the third square: roll a straight 3; roll a 2 and then a 1; roll a 1 and then a 2; and roll a point three times in a row.

Further on, the way to each frame stacks up geometrically.

If there was only one person, then the probability of him going to 150 frames was extremely low, and even if he went to 100 frames, he might have run into an extremely scary punishment frame before and collapsed in that one.

But before Tang Mo, a total of 6,456 players had participated in this game. These 6,000+ people must have stepped on every one of the 150 squares, and maybe even some of them stepped on the 149th square. But none of them stepped on the pass frame.

There are only two possibilities.

The first, Mario, deliberately sets the pass grid after six consecutive prisoner grids. This way the player is dead before stepping on the pass grid, and it is impossible to touch the pass grid at all.

But this is not the case.

There are already six consecutive prisoner frames, and they also set the pass frame after the prisoner frame. It was simply impossible to win this game. If the Black Tower really wanted to kill all the players who entered that copy, it didn't need to set up such a complicated game and just kill people. Mario alone could have killed all the humans who entered the copy.

So there must be a way to win.

The second possibility, then, is that from the beginning, it was impossible for all players to step on that pass grid by luck.

Out of the 150 squares, the first square is the only one that the player has one chance to step on by luck. But if someone is lucky enough to roll a point right from the start, there's no need for the game to exist.

The chances of rolling a point on the first roll are one in six. Mario couldn't afford that many players to roll a point and take his treasure even if he had to drill a sewer for a hundred years.

So the Black Tower should have blocked a bit of this option on the first roll.

The only way to get to the first grid is to use the free jump grid. Tang Mo has always wondered why there are so many free jump grids, as they don't seem to be very useful. Once it's confirmed that the first grid is a pass grid, the purpose of having so many free jump grids becomes clear. It guarantees that every eighth player will have a chance to get to the pass cell. It also implies that the only way to pass the level is to utilize the jump grids.

Mario lies down on the stage, crying louder and louder.

Tang Mo pulled his Huo Ji egg out of his pocket, "You can close the archive already, Mr. Fu. I've disturbed you for so long."

Fu Wenduo had closed the book long ago, listening intently to the movements on Huo Ji Egg's side. He let out a low chuckle, "It doesn't seem to be using the archive function?"

Tang Mo said helplessly, "Yes, a waste of an archive function. I would have expected this Mario to be quite deranged, 5% of the prisoner grid is a subtle number, 7.5 frames, not sure if it's 7 or 8. As with the King's compartment, I think Mario should have put a prisoner compartment before 120 frames as well. Most likely it's within 100 frames to 120 frames, he said it himself, 100 frames is the king frame, then a prisoner frame comes directly within 6 frames after that, it's interesting to see the person who got the king frame step into the offender personality."

Fu Wenduo: "He's very bad."

Tang Mo said, "If he were even more insane, he could set the eighth prisoner cell, or the seventh prisoner cell, on the first cell. That would leave only one way to get to the second cell, with the same probability as rolling to the first cell. I'd prefer the pass frame to be the first frame, but if the first frame is really the prisoner frame, then at least you can read the file and start over, choosing the second frame. It's a shame he's still a little too gentle."

"You seem to be wishing that game boss was more brutal?"

"He's already brutal enough." Tang Mo spat expressionlessly, and suddenly he realized, "Sorry for talking to you so much, I forgot you don't know this game."

Fu Wenduo shook his head, "Nothing, sounds like a fun game."

Tang Mo looked at the Huo Ji egg in her hand with no expression on her face, but a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

Probably similar to that feeling of meeting a kindred spirit and sympathizing.

Perhaps it was because of this feeling that he had said so many extra words. After all, if he said these things to anyone else, Mario would simply just look to cut him down and wouldn't even listen; the beer-bellied man didn't look like a man with a brain. All the old man would do when he heard it was inquire, "If the first frame was a prisoner frame, wouldn't you be dead?" Tang Mo won't tell him he has an archiver.

Tang Mo looks down at Huo Ji's egg with a deep gaze.

The game is safely over. Tang Mo has closed the archiver.

Mario pouted and slumped onto the stage, chirping and crying. His tears seemed to rain down on the white world, piling up and flooding the soles of the trio's shoes before long.

Tang Mo all stepped on the pass grid, and the three didn't go back from the white world. The old man came over to them, "Is it true that you have to take this golden mountain to be considered a pass?"

Tang Mo looked at the huge golden mountain in front of him.

"...... I don't think I might be able to take this gold with me."

"What is it?" The old man asked.

Tang Mo turned his eyes to look. In the center of the gold mountain, there was a small red gemstone embedded in the depths of the gold coins, shining brightly. Tang Mo reached out and took the ruby out of the golden mountain, and in an instant, all the gold disappeared, and Mario's cries on the stage got louder: "My baby ah, my baby ooooohhhh ......"

So this is the real reward for passing the level, "Mario's Treasure"?

Taking away the ruby, Tang Mo's three bodies fade away and are about to disappear into the white world.

Seeing this scene, Mario was so angry that he stopped crying and climbed up to roar, "You devil, you devil called Tang Mo! I remember you, I will ...... ah ...... ouch!"

Mario's face was wreathed in a faint black aura, and he had just taken a step forward when he suddenly stepped on a pool of his own tears and his whole body fell backwards. With a rumbling sound, his head faced the ground and smashed on the edge of the stage. By coincidence, the piece of gold coin he had just plucked out of the golden mountain had somehow landed on the stage, and was still caught in a small crevice.

The stage collapsed and cracked because Mario was jumping wildly.

Because of his stingy attempts to snatch back another gold coin, this one is now stuck in the crack.

Because Mario is so angry he wants to curse Tang Mo, he slips on his own tears and all of a sudden his head hits the gold coin.

The head was broken.

Tang Mo: "......"

Old Man: "......"

Beer Belly Man: "......"

Mario, who had just been bouncing around in all sorts of ways without incident, suddenly and stupidly fell down, watching the three of them in disbelief.

Tang Mo suddenly doesn't want the ruby anymore, he wants the gold coins! Even Mario's head can be cracked, this is not gold coins, this is a big killer! If Tang Mo really moved that gold mountain back, he wouldn't need to fight anymore, if someone wants to cause trouble, he will just move out the gold mountain, and smash gold coins one by one on the other party, maybe one hole will be made once he smashes it.

However, the disappearing Kingsford is unlikely to return.

Tang Mo looks down at the ruby in her hand.

I hope you don't disappoint.

In another blink, the trio returned to the flower bed.

It was still evening when they entered the copy, and the sun was setting. Now that they came out, the moon was already in the middle of the sky.

The evening wind whistled through the dark night, rustling the street trees. After the trio appeared, a body was thrown out of the air out of nowhere. It seemed as if someone had cupped these people's bodies in their hands and roughly threw them out over the flower beds, and this person was so strong that it looked like they were casually thrown across the road.

The first to be thrown out was the body of the middle-aged woman, followed by the bald man and the young man and woman. Only the body of the middle-aged man, who had the least presence, was not thrown out. Tang Mo remembered that in Mario's world, that man had been gnawed to the bone by countless flying fish. Presumably that was why there were no corpses.

Although we all got into the same game, the eight people didn't know each other.

Tang Mo The three of them went to the opposite side of the road and confirmed that the four corpses that had been thrown out were indeed the players who had entered the copy with them. They took off the jackets from the corpses and covered their faces. In this way, they were able to fulfill their destiny of meeting each other.

The beer-bellied man lamented, "I'm glad I made it to the end without getting fucked by that disgusting Mario."

Old man: "Thanks to this young man. I'm sorry, I was forced to pull you in before, and even you ...... What are you doing?"

The old man looked at Tang Mo with dismay.

Tang Mo is seen holding a large match in her right hand and staring calmly at the old man and the beer-bellied man in front of her.

The power of the big match both of them have experienced in the copy, the old man cautiously took a step back, and the beer belly man also said, "You ...... what do you really want to do, do you want to kill us?"

Tang Mo looked indifferent: "I just said in the copy that when I come out, I'm going to beat you to death."

The beer-bellied man blanched, "You weren't kidding about that?!"

"I never joke." Tang Mo twisted his wrist, "The old man I won't fight for a while, he might die if I strike this match. As for you ...... I'm sorry, your powers have carved me up."

As the words fell out of his mouth, the large match swung through the air with a hunting sound and slammed into the beer-bellied man without hesitation.

Tang Mo was never meant to be a joke.

How dangerous Mario's Monopoly game is, the 6,461 people who died in it (including the five people in this case), each of them is a bloody example. He was forced into the game like that, and although he got out safely without incident in the end, he still has two unhealed ribs to this day, and his lungs seem to be bleeding from Black Mario's beating.

Tang Mo s decisive and fast movements left the beer belly man with no power to counterattack, and his reaction speed, strength, and speed ...... were all much stronger than the beer belly man. The huge match smashed on the man s right leg, and the man s right leg was bent inward to a degree visible to the naked eye, and it was directly broken.

The man hissed in agony, "Don't think you're great just because you won a game, we can win without you. I'll chop you to death now!!!"

As he spoke, the man's mouth opened wide, his chest puffed out, and his eyes glared like bronze bells. The next moment, he exhaled violently forward. The strong hurricane wind blew the trees on the roadside backwards, Tang Mo grabbed an old tree on the roadside and stabilized himself. The old man was not so lucky and was blown to the edge of the flowerbed.

The hurricane in the man's mouth blew for three minutes and finally stopped.

However, Tang Mo was only a little pale and not hurt, instead the old man was a little sore from the smashing.

The beer belly man looked at Tang Mo in horror.He even used his supernatural powers, Tang Mo tried to kill him again, he definitely couldn't escape: "Yes ...... sorry ...... you spare me. Now everyone is not all right, you spare me ......"

Tang Mo walks up to him and looks at him calmly.

"You're the third. Not everyone is fine, you pulled in and killed three."

The beer-bellied man's voice stopped abruptly, as if he had remembered something.

Tang Mo took back the big match, he leaned down and bluntly stripped the beer-bellied man's jacket. The man looked at him in horror, not understanding what he was trying to do, and Tang Mo looked at him coldly: "It's mine, I'm taking it."

The man nodded his head straight.

Tang Mo took the tattered jacket and turned away determinedly. He planned to find a remote place to open the book of supernormal abilities and see what the man's supernormal abilities were. Teaching the other party was partly to make the man learn a lesson, but also to get the other party's psychic ability.

Tang Mo's offensive powers are too few, and while the men's powers don't seem to be of much use, they do have a certain degree of aggressiveness. When used properly, it can cause a surprise effect.

Just as Tang Mo took his jacket and prepared to leave, a footstep sounded from afar. Tang Mo immediately turned his head to look at the end of the road, only to see a tall and thin man staring at them in dismay, and he soon saw the four corpses lying next to the trio.

The young boyfriend and girlfriend were so obviously dead, both still had their knives in each other's chests, and it looked like they had killed each other.

Tang Mo stayed alert, carefully sizing up this strange stranger. The man approached and looked at the four corpses for a long time, then turned his head and looked at them with an odd expression, as if he was determining whether they were human beings or ghosts, and then said, "It's like this, I'd like to confirm that you ...... are the humans who have come out alive from the second copy?"