I am the most prodigal in the world of online literature

The surrounding air seemed to be condensed, and everyone had made up their minds to vote for a dead man!
A story from the Arabian Nights!

If they're wrong, they've missed the day.

Executive women won't make trouble at such a time!

Lin Donglai's heart jumped into his throat. He really didn't want this pig teammate to express his logic again at a time like this.

"What are you all looking at me for!" said the senior executive woman, "I'm just not good at logical thinking! It's not that there is a problem with judgment. He has already given us the ticket and risked being killed. If he doesn't die tomorrow, he will still be killed. Voted out by all of us! Why don’t I believe it! If we don’t make a decision today, we won’t survive two days! I’ll vote too!”

Everyone unanimously voted to kill the unemployed man!
"LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL!"

All I could hear was a nasty little sound coming from the speaker.

"You're all going to die! You're all going to die!" said the voice, "so what?"

"It means you are incompetent!" Lin Donglai used the aggressive method at this time, "You think you are very smart, and with this method, you can see a wonderful scene where everyone kills each other! Unfortunately, you can't see it. ! We're all still alive!"

"Hmph! Hahahaha! That's right! You found a loophole! So what? I'm just trying to cheat! In fact, you are the test subjects! Help me perfect this game! Next time, everyone only has one vote! People If you die, everyone will see it first! I will destroy a ticket once! Those who lose tickets will go crazy! The identity of the killer will be more reasonable, and people will see that he is dead. Vote and kill every day Only once! Hahahahaha! Thank you for your contribution to my game! But, you still have to die!"

Lin Donglai shook his head and said, "You are just a loser!"

"That's right! You might as well keep our promises like we bastards! Damn! You might as well just say that we're dead!" the bastard shouted angrily.

"It's just that you are wrong about one thing!" The unemployed man came down from upstairs at this time, "I am just a person who uses a voice changer to speak, I am mixed in with you, I am the killer! From the beginning, I just wanted to I want to bring you in and kill me! Let me introduce myself, I am a person with the ability of the second world! Unfortunately, this world is just stories and the use of stories!"

Second world?

Could it be that there is still a group of people who are specially able to use the second world story?
Lin Donglai only thought that writers could live in the first world, travel in the third world, enter chaos, and PK in the second world.

It seems that he also proved from the negative side that there is actually a second world!

It's a different plane!
Yes, someone had told him, but he never thought of it.

Isn't random entry related to the second world!

"Hmph! Some of you must not understand! After leaving this second world, you people will lose the memories of the past few days! I'm telling you, writer!" said the unemployed man, "We really I'm very envious of you, you can go to the third world and use some of the abilities of the second world. But our second world is based on our own world level, setting stories, or games to kill those capable writers! You call it different levels of intrusion, but we call it, different levels of hunting! In exchange for a more powerful world level, in this world level, I have set myself as a demigod, and every commoner also because of this Involved in the second chaos, it is called a windfall, which improves the spiritual connection! By the way, the lifespan of a demigod can live a thousand years!"

"So..." the student blurted out originally, wanting to say so well.

But he was based on killing so many people.

"It's a pity! The fly in the ointment is that the world is created by us, and we are from the perspective of God. Except for your writers messing in, it will be interesting to bring in irrelevant people according to my settings!" said the unemployed man. .

"Are you the only ones who have the ability to design intrusions? Or are you responsible for the intrusions and the stories we wrote?" Lin Donglai asked.

"That's right! Any break-in represents a masterpiece of our writer hunters! As long as it's a break-in!" the unemployed man said, "In other words, we are the creators of every break-in in the world! Just telling your story , There is a degree of fit. At the beginning, I can only kill some small writers! Ascending to a higher world level, random entry becomes more and more difficult. And the higher the number of times the author clears the random entry, the higher the experience value! I saw you coming in my random entry , I am so excited! My great writer, I never imagined that I have so many intruding companions, and they all fell into your hands! 79 intrusions are not a failure! Really awesome!"

nonsense!

If you fail in random entry, I will die!
Of course, Lin Donglai couldn't tell him that the so-called killing in his mouth was probably just random killing!It is to kill the ability of the writer, and the writer loses his memory.

These people are also memories!
Although it is not a real murder, the attitude is extremely bad!

On the other hand, if you were another author, you might just lose your ability and feel sorry for your own ability, so you're not so afraid of death.

Lin Donglai is different, he is really dead when he dies!
This makes sense, how does the second world exist.

"I'm going to die anyway! You don't believe it, the bad guys die because they talk too much! Let me know! What happened to the people hiding in the chaos?" Lin Donglai asked.

"Hahaha! Just like the third world, they are aborigines! We drove them away, no, they should have lived like that. Hiding in our chaotic world, help us kill the author! In exchange for their temporary Freedom and survival! They should also thank us, otherwise, their life is not as good as it is now!" said the unemployed man.

"Now I understand! What's going on in the second world!" Lin Donglai said, "But I'm wrong about one thing! Bad guys die because they talk too much, it's an iron law!"

Lin Donglai immediately moved away, and a hole was torn from his back, a very sexy Guo Yao wearing a super high-tech world battle suit, showing black socks and long legs.

"He! He's a demigod!" Lin Donglai pointed at the unemployed man and said, "I've already got my words out!"

"You! How did you show up?" the unemployed man asked.

"Why do you think I speak in such a logical way! Idiot! I was the last one to come down just now because I have a backing! You haven't noticed it yet, tell me this writer, the second world can be regarded as the most secret thing Alright! I’ve said it all, you’re so stupid!”

"I! Want! Kill..."

Guo Yao indifferently raised the gun in her hand, and then pulled the trigger: "Murder gun! Kill!"

"boom!"

A huge hole was pierced through the heart of the unemployed man, and he said in a daze, "I'm... a demigod!"

"The true gods are going to die!" Lin Donglai said.

"Lin! Dong! Come on! You can't! You're so dead!"

"Thank you! Everyone praised me with this sentence!" Lin Donglai smiled slightly, and put his arms around Guo Yao, "Little wife!"

"You!" Guo Yao blushed slightly.

"Sorry! I'm used to it!" Lin Donglai wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that Guo Yao grabbed it.

"It's here! That's it! A little while!" Guo Yao said.

"I……"

"Shut up!" Guo Yao didn't let him speak!