"It’s him! It’s Diao Deyi!"
"Why has this God of Killing co again?!"
"Quiet down! Don’t let him find us!"
After a brief outburst of panic, the inmates all held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Joking? That’s the God of Killing Diao Deyi!
Who would dare to provoke the wrath of this God of Killing?
Just a glare from him could drag you out for beheading!
A roar from him could charge into the prison and shred you to bits!
Renowned as the Living Yama within the prison, the true Prison Warden.
The deeds of Fang Yu, in the process of being distorted and exaggerated, especially in the casual brags of the prison guards, beco increasingly demonized.
At least within the prison walls, the inmates have been terrorized by this deity of slaughter.
The prison imdiately returned to silence.
"Dead, is he dead?"
Only now did Qian Guxing regain her composure.
She was almost scared to death by [Kuang Youyi] just now; his demonically crazed manner was simply too terrifying.
Thankfully, thankfully Diao Deyi was there.
She quietly got up, went over, and grabbed the corner of Fang Yu’s clothes, whispering.
"It seems, it seems not to be a demon. Let’s, let’s go sowhere else to check on the other inmates, the body will be handled by soone."
"..."
Fang Yu didn’t speak; he just looked at the corpse on the ground, suddenly with a complex expression.
Because it seed that he was vaguely piecing together the logic of what had happened.
According to Kuang Youyi’s behavior just now.
He seed to have concluded that his family mbers were no longer their original selves.
Either due to personality or mory.
In such a case, he thought his family had turned into demons and thus sought to kill the demon to avenge his family.
The result, however, was that his family ended up tragically killed by his own hands.
Kuang Youyi then thought he had genuinely killed his family, which conflicted with his initial belief of being possessed by a demon.
Under the dual shock, the man went mad.
Judging from his maniacal reaction of biting off and eating the prison guard’s ear, his entire ntal state was abnormal.
Even if Fang Yu didn’t kill him, with the cri of killing his family, a death sentence would be unavoidable.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, if family mbers are not demons, then Kuang Youyi is the standard murderer.
Not to ntion that even if the family mbers were really demons, it would be proper to report to the authorities and let the people of the Foolish Underworld verify it, rather than taking personal revenge in a fit of rage.
Let’s not talk about whether it’s illegal or not, there’s also the question of whether one could beat them.
But Fang Yu probably understood what was going on.
Most likely, Kuang Youyi’s family had been replaced by players.
Unlike Fang Yu who devotedly maintains his character.
Most players just skim through the background introduction of their ga characters.
Tasks like staying undercover are not taken seriously; they play the ga with a sense of doing whatever they want.
The recent ones are better, noticing from forum discussions that player levels are gradually improving; at least they have a sense of security now, not recklessly exposing the fact that they are completely not natives.
However, once soone starts to investigate and ask questions, their cover is bound to be full of holes.
Unlike Fang Yu, who has not only stabilized the anchor point of the character’s familial relationship with Sister Jin.
He has also made sure to clarify the character’s mory and manages his acquaintances quite systematically.
He belongs to a very successful group of infiltrators.
Of course, if Fang Yu’s initial purpose wasn’t to earn money in the ga.
If he didn’t try to thoroughly understand the ga rules and play the details well, treating it as a serious job.
He’d probably be no different from other players; just let loose, and if exposed, so be it, my fate isn’t controlled by heavens.
So, Fang Yu can understand the unrestrained actions of those players.
Although the penalty for death is severe, dying a few tis ans a long ti offline, and each death is like starting over, characters can’t be developed.
But so players don’t care about that; they only care about their own enjoynt.
Although Fang Yu can understand those players, after all he’s also a player and can understand their mindset.
But from another perspective, standing in the shoes of that insane [Kuang Youyi], dealing with this matter is simply unbearable, extrely terrifying and tragic.
Family mbers, all replaced by strangers.
Their personalities and even mories all gone.
Whether they’re demons or not actually doesn’t matter anymore; what’s important is that the family mbers in mory have already disappeared the mont the player logs in.
From [Kuang Youyi’s] perspective, this is a terrifying thing.
In real-life terms, it’s roughly like Sister Jin suddenly changing into soone who doesn’t recognize oneself, with every relationship around changing, taken over by a spirit possession, or even suspecting oneself of being the alien.
When thought about it this way, players in so sense are even more terrifying than demons...
Fang Yu suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
He wasn’t too worried about others.
Because among the people he knew in the ga, most had so power of their own.
And the players logging into the ga, as far as he knew, all started from common folk, and the bodies they possessed were mostly ordinary folk templates as well, with occasional geniuses, but they also started from initial templates and were not given the strength to enter Martial Arts directly.
Under this premise, among the people around Fang Yu, the one most worth worrying about was just one person.
That was Sister Jin.
Among the people he knew, she was the most qualified to be logged into by a player.
With a sinking heart, Fang Yu felt a sense of urgency.
The martial arts training that Ding Hui ntioned must be pushed up the schedule, to enter Martial Arts as soon as possible; at the very least, it adds a bit more security, greatly reducing the likelihood of being logged into by a player.
Although player logins are scattered all over the place and the number allocated to Tianyuan Town is not abundant, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
With his mind occupied by these thoughts, Fang Yu’s interest in opening the blind box waned.
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