The Black Book

Hearing this, the young man sneered and laughed teasingly.

"That won't do. I hate two kinds of people the most in my life. One is the racist and the other is the white pig. This guy is guilty of both!"

As he said this, he deliberately crushed him with his foot, causing the white man on the opposite side to burst into tears and become agitated again.

"Stop it!"

Stop the natives who were ready to move, Rubio gritted his teeth, looked deeply at the boy who stepped on Wilson, and turned away without hesitation.

"Let's go!"

Looking at each other in disbelief, a group of white people looked at each other, and their morale plummeted.

Usually, they were used to being high and mighty and domineering in the colonies. They couldn't understand why the two nobles from the local area were so afraid of these primitive and backward yellow monkeys.

You have to know that this is an era of white supremacy. In their eyes, other people of color can even be regarded as talking monkeys.

Even if they give the monkeys a little respect on the surface, it is just to better divide and enslave them.

They are God's chosen people, a high civilization, how come the two nobles from the local area are so afraid of the local yellow monkeys?

There is even a hint of helpless shame and anger!

But out of respect for their identities, these people can only swallow their anger and leave with their heads down behind them.

Behind them, Wilson, who had just woken up from the impact, struggled and sobbed, but the leather boots on his face were like a mountain that suppressed him, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

"Woo woo..."

Seeing his companions abandon him, Wilson's eyes showed despair, and he vaguely realized that he seemed to have hit a wall.

"Tsk, quite decisive, and wanted to force them to take the initiative."

The boy watched the enemy leave, and his mouth pursed with disappointment.

Several boys and girls on the second floor came down, heard his murmurs, shook their heads and teased.

"Two silver players are going to fight five gold players? They are not stupid..."

"An Rong, don't forget the slogan of the organizing committee, friendship first, competition second."

Hearing this, An Rong sneered: "In every competition, people's brains don't fight each other. Do you really believe in the slogan of the organizing committee?"

The speaker shrugged indifferently: "At least we should pretend to fight in the early stage of the competition. If we eliminate them on the first day of the competition, they will say that we can't afford it."

Hearing this, An Rong nodded.

There is an unwritten rule in all previous Ascension Competitions, that is, no one fights in the early stage, and focuses on adapting to and exploring the Fantasy Realm.

After all, pioneering is a rare opportunity for them.

In addition, it is forbidden to carry external [real objects] in the Ascension Competition. If you can find powerful [real objects] in the Fantasy Realm to arm yourself, it will be a huge help for the later schedule.

To use the words in the game, everyone agreed to develop steadily in the early stage and fight in the later stage.

"By the way, what should we do with this guy?"

Pointing at the person under An Rong's feet, a young girl asked in distress.

"Kill him?"

"It's not good..."

"Pour cement and sink it into the Huangpu River, no one will know."

"Wait, why are you so skilled?"

"Ah? Friends who often kill and destroy corpses know it! Isn't this a life hack?"

"A life hack..."

"Just stay here and don't move. I'll call a policeman for you."

Hearing this group of devilish boys and girls loudly conspiring on how to deal with his body, as if he had regarded himself as a dead person, Wilson's hair stood on end, struggling and sobbing desperately.

Just then, Zhu Haomiao finished the last chopstick of delicious food, wiped the corner of his mouth with a towel, and slowly stood up.

Until this time, several boys and girls turned their attention to him, and An Rong couldn't help complaining.

"Brother, you are too pretentious, right? We help you out, and you eat like nothing happened!"

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao smiled at him apologetically.

"Thank you, but we can't waste food because of him, right?"

Pointing at the white man under An Rong's feet, Zhu Haomiao narrowed his eyes with interest, and a dark light flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He could sense that a certain [shell] protecting the white man had broken, and his soul was exposed nakedly to the radiation of the [Black Book]. He seemed to be able to distort, tamper with, and alienate it...

As if he noticed Zhu Haomiao's sight, An Rong moved his feet away from the white man's face, revealing his desperate and fearful eyes like a lamb to be slaughtered.

Unintentionally curling the corners of his mouth, Zhu Haomiao squatted down and helped him up kindly.

At the same time, the distorted whispers that others could not detect echoed faintly in Wilson's mind, like a living thing drilling into the depths of his soul.

"Those people abandoned you..."

"Throw you to the enemy like a dog..."

"They don't care whether you live or die..."

"Your property, your wife and daughter will be robbed by them..."

"They betrayed you..."

"Be angry!"

"Hate!"

"Be greedy!"

"Kill them!"

"Take everything they have for yourself!"

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The seeds of [Original Sin] were silently implanted deep in the soul, and the barely detectable twisted evil light bloomed in Wilson's dull eyes, gradually dyeing his pupils into a resentful and hideous appearance.

Helping him to tidy up his messy collar and gently wiping away the footprints on his face, Zhu Haomiao showed a sunny and encouraging smile and patted his back.

"It's okay, go."

Wilson looked out the window with a dazed look on his face, and turned away without hesitation.

An Rong raised his hand, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Finally, he looked at Zhu Haomiao with admiration and helplessness, and sighed.

"Repaying evil with good, how can you repay good?"

Several companions also looked at Zhu Haomiao with disapproval, but they looked at him with admiration.

Although they themselves could not be broad-minded enough to repay evil with good, it did not prevent them from respecting such a morally noble person.

Aware of the subtle misunderstanding of the crowd, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he showed a polite but awkward smile.

I just wanted to test the ability of the [Black Book] to play with people's hearts...

But after this test, Zhu Haomiao had already vaguely understood how the two corpse ghosts were "eaten" by the [Black Book].

It was not because of his physical damage, but like Wilson, because the [shell] protecting their souls was broken, leaving their hearts unprotected and exposed to the radiation of the [Black Book].

Facing such a sinful soul that lost its protection, no matter how powerful he was, in Zhu Haomiao's eyes, it was just a piece of fat and delicious tender meat.

Touching his chest and feeling the beating heart in his chest, Zhu Haomiao seemed to understand something.

Although it cannot be seen or touched, the [shell] that protects the soul, or the [heart of Tao], is far more important than he imagined.

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