Let you print cards, not let you kill gods

Feng Lindu walked towards his rental house with an ugly face.

"What? You lost?" Chai Dasheng said incredulously, "I told you to keep your hole cards, but didn't I ask you to keep them so thoroughly?"

He certainly wouldn't believe that Feng Lindu would overturn and lose to a freshman who had just entered the Dueling Academy, and his brain automatically made up a reasonable explanation for him.

"Don't talk about it. How is the analysis of Yang Lijuan's battle intelligence? I need a detailed battle analysis report. In the next few days, I will retreat to prepare for the final." Feng Lindu did not explain too much to Chai Dasheng , He can't say that he didn't hold back at all, he just fought head-on and was defeated by that boy named Shen Sui, right?

Although this matter is very embarrassing, fortunately, the Exploration Bureau promised itself that it will not release the video of the duel before the final.

The audience at the scene may spread the matter, but Feng Lindu knows that as long as he does not admit it, his fans will automatically clean up the ground for him without stone hammer evidence.

At this time, just keep silent.

Feng Lindu touched his dueling instrument.

Sure enough, I am not strong enough!

He looked up the dark alley.

As long as he wins the final, everything will be fine. Endorsement advertisements, peripheral income, and countless wealth will come to him. At that time, he can even buy a villa of his own in the magic city where every inch of land is expensive.

"Is this really okay?" Suddenly, a voice came from a person.

Feng Lindu was startled, and looked for the sound. A fat man was leaning against the wall of the alley full of oil stains, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

"What?" Feng Lindu took a small step back.

"I watched Ni's duel today." The man walked towards Feng Lindu, "Your soul card has already been tortured so painfully by you, is this really good? For your own benefit, to torture someone who should have people of the good life.”

"What are you talking about?" Feng Lindu forced a smile, and then showed an expression of anger and hatred, "Also, who are you? Do I know you very well?"

"Ah, I'm just a duel enthusiast passing by." The man spread his hands and said, "Some people can't understand you guys who deliberately use time regulators to bring suffering to soul cards so as to obtain more life cards and soul card forms. .”

"Humph! Let's not say that I have never done such a thing." Feng Lindu laughed back in anger, he loosened his neckline, and said, "Even if I did such a thing, so what? Is it against the law? The soul card attendant said It is real, but can he affect reality? What I did to him is nothing more than what a game player does to a manipulative character."

"You people, don't you really regard soul card followers as your friends? They are just cards!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Lindu turned around and hurriedly left here as if escaping.

The man stood where he was, silently watching Feng Lindu leave.

Jingle Bell.

The melodious ringtone of the mobile phone echoed in the claustrophobic alley.

The man picked up the phone.

"I, Wang Ming." The fat man said briefly.

"Wang Ming, how is the investigation going?" A man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wang Ming withdrew his staring gaze, turned around and walked out of the alley. While walking, he said his analysis to the phone: "Using the suffering of others to create my bliss is the method of the followers of the Suffering Bodhisattva."

Suffering Bodhisattva, one of the rulers of the No. 8 soul card world, was also one of the culprits of several major incidents in the real world that year.

"I guessed it. For those life card masters who ignore the life of their own soul cards, the selfish rhetoric of the Bodhisattva of Suffering is really attractive. As long as they keep instilling the concept that the soul card world is just a game, they can make the world become a game." Those Fate Card Masters who were frustrated in the competition wantonly tortured their soul card followers without the slightest psychological burden."

"So, General Administration, do we really have nothing to do with them?" Wang Ming asked unwillingly.

"Did they break the law?" Zhang Fang on the opposite side asked lightly, "The soul card followers are individuals in another world after all, and are not protected by the laws of our real world. What about spreading the idea of ​​suffering in China?”

"However, I always think that this kind of behavior is not right."

"So, do you want to punish them? Just because they use methods to torture people who may only exist? And the evidence you can produce is nothing more than a large amount of text."

Wang Ming was silent.

"In recent years, there have been more and more life card masters with similar behaviors in China, and they have become more and more flooded." Zhang Fang said quietly, "Why do you think so?"

"Ordinary life card masters can't find any hope of success in the domestic competition environment. If they want to compete in high-level duel competitions, they must have a large number of life cards to avoid the increasingly abused banning card review by the life card association."

"Isn't that right, Wang Ming?" Zhang Fang's laughter came over the phone, "We may have nothing to do with those fate card masters, but we can destroy the soil that gave birth to them. As long as the environment is good, those Fate card masters who have a choice will not do things that break through the bottom line of human nature just by reading the text."

"However, not everyone is moral. This kind of thing can indeed bring a lot of life cards."

"No, Wang Ming, you have to be clear, the reason why those people tortured their soul cards so recklessly is because they know that in such a competition environment, even if these things are exposed, the audience can understand their behavior. "

"But if the environment is getting better, do you think the audience will tolerate their behavior?"

Zhang Fang's rhetorical question caused Wang Ming to fall into a brief silence.

"Okay, you should hurry back to the academy. Now I am more worried that the thoughts of the Bodhisattva of Suffering will spread to the student group, and that is the main area you should pay attention to. I also have to deal with the affairs of World One. gone."

"An accident happened again in World One?"

"That's right, the soul cards of seventeen employees died inexplicably, and this compensation is enough to give me a headache." Zhang Fang paused, and then gloated, "But we are good, and almost all the employees in the US The soul cards of World No. 1 all died in the city of sin, and they immediately disconnected from World No. 1, and are frantically looking for the life card masters of World No. 1 all over the world."

"It's hard to find a life card master in World No. 1." Shen Sui's appearance flashed in Wang Ming's mind.

"It's okay, the country of America, just go find someone from Little Life and Universe Kingdom."

And when Zhang Fang was having a headache about the compensation, Shen Sui was also having a headache.

Looking at the words on the dueling instrument, he fell into deep self-doubt.

Oh my god, Alice, you must be a magic idiot, right?