Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythical Card Groups

Chapter 45 Chronicle: Where do you play me?

"People from the fusion faction? Why are they here? Isn't it another trick made by the training party?"

One question after another pops up in Ji Nian's mind.

However, he did not dare to speak casually as he thought that he would be wrong if he said too much.

He just sat on the coffin as he was, not even bothering to lift his head.

However, in the eyes of everyone in the fusion faction, he looked like a "complete match":

This is how the formal members usually hold them.

"Did Senior Bai send you here to help?"

Some members of the Fusion Faction couldn't help but ask questions and used the word "Faction".

In his opinion, although Ji Nian is powerful, he is still at the entry level of a card master. He is just at the top of the same level, and is "100 million points" better than them.

This kind of strength is naturally inferior to that of Bai Longfei, a "notified wanted criminal" whose strength is conservatively estimated to be platinum level. The word "pai" is very suitable to describe it.

"I think this so-called 'Senior Bai' is their 'big brother'..."

Ji Ning, who keenly captured this detail, stroked the mountain ghost money hanging around his neck and said in his heart: "I just don't know where this person is now. If he is nearby, it would be bad."

"But judging from their performance, that person is most likely not around."

His mind was spinning all over the place, and Ji Nian was determined to get something out of this group of people.

But he had no idea who this "Senior Bai" was, and he couldn't come up with any decent words for a while, but suddenly he remembered that these people seemed to be quite aloof.

So I sat there quietly, tapping away at my phone.

With many years of experience as a coder, he quickly compiled the whole story.

Then, in front of the peripheral members of the fusion group, he sent the edited information to Su Wen and several classmates' WeChat messages.

But after two full minutes, no one in the group responded, which made him murmur in his heart.

"What's going on? Are you playing me?"

Unable to help but frown, he sent the copied text to the training group and Wei Ya's WeChat messages.

But the signal seemed a little bad at the moment. Once the message was sent, there was a rotating circle behind it.

Seeing this situation, he suddenly became suspicious, but he had to temporarily put away his cell phone, then raised his head slightly and glanced at the group of people. He couldn't help but wonder if this was a test set by the training party for him.

"If that's the case, then this path is too rough, isn't it?"

Ji Nianxin said as his eyes wandered over the street clothes covered with grass seeds that the other party was wearing.

"It's really chilling."

He complained silently, and then began to think about whether he could deal with them alone.

Fortunately, he was not dazzled by the victory just now. After a simple analysis, he knew that the answer was no:

After the "Yin Soldiers Passing Through" and "Hundred Ghosts Night Parade", his mental energy has been consumed a lot. Now, just keeping these evil ghosts standing there obediently is a bit difficult.

Of course, he could forcefully "make up the ball" by taking psychotropic potions, then stand still for a while and then confront the opponent head-on.

But his intuition told him that it was best not to do that:

Not to mention the side effects caused by drinking too much medicine, these people are extremely troublesome just looking at them.

Even if their momentum is only slightly stronger than the top students he just dealt with...

"call."

After the brainstorming, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then secretly mobilized the Yin soldiers who were still obeying the command for the time being, and "protected" the students in front of him very considerately.

The Fusion Faction people did not notice this:

As soon as they noticed Ji Nian's gaze, they all lowered their heads.

They all thought that Ji Nian was dissatisfied that they and others did not have the bright uniforms and were not qualified to talk to him as a formal member, so they kept silent, feeling a little embarrassed.

Niu Chuang, the only chatty one in the group who had the opportunity to break the dead silence, was currently scribbling in a small book to commemorate the recent sales, without even thinking of talking.

This resulted in a very strange scene for a while.

Seeing this scene, the students who were tied up with chains around them were shocked at first: This person has a gang, maybe he is not a true fusion sect?

But as time went by, they felt that Ji Nian and the group of people who appeared later seemed to be different.

"What the hell is going on?"

While the students were thinking hard in confusion, the mobile phones in their pockets suddenly vibrated together.

Shen Fei, who finally got over the pain of having his hair cut off, now returned to his carefree look, as if those things had never happened.

Feeling the shackles on his hands gradually loosening, he, who was at the back of the "human wall", took out his mobile phone very naturally.

I saw that in the training group, a group member named [No. 3 Middle School Year 001] just posted a short essay and liked all the members.

He subconsciously clicked in and took a look. He was a little careless at first, but after browsing the general content, his eyes almost popped out.

"What the hell? This guy is from the same class as us?!"

Shen Fei suppressed his inner shock, tried hard to remain calm, and calmly turned his head in the direction of the calendar, and happened to look at him.

Although the person in front of him was wearing a mask, he always felt that the face behind the mask must be smiling with evil intentions.

After all, this guy has defeated more than a dozen outstanding peers, including himself, in a very short period of time. Can he be dissatisfied?

"What's this kid's name?"

Facts have proved that Shen Fei seriously overestimated the status of himself and others in the heart of the year.

Seeing his gaze, Ji Nian thought about it for a long time, and then he remembered that someone seemed to have called him the name of "Red Haired Bald Brother" during the battle.

"It seems to be called Shen Fei."

Ji Nian thought to himself, and kept rummaging through the group list, and sure enough, he saw the familiar, flowing red hair on the avatar of the account with the same name in the group.

After confirming the real owner, he directly patted the other person in the group: "Hey, buddy, please convey what I just sent to the classmates around you."

"If nothing else, these guys are probably members of the fusion faction."

"Although we don't know how they got in, for now, we have just experienced a big battle and are mentally exhausted. If we rashly attack without knowing the details of the opponent, the situation may get out of control."

"I thought about it, let's do this first: I try to stabilize them with words, and you try to contact the outside world to see if you can seek help."

"If there is no news in another five minutes, then we will go together and try to capture this group of people with a quick attack."

"I don't think it's a big problem."

One message after another has been sent.

Ji Nian put away his phone and turned his attention to Niu Chuang, who was writing and drawing.

(End of chapter)