"Name?"

“…… Li Xinjie. ”

The hall of more than 100 people was extremely quiet, not a single person made the slightest sound, the heating was turned on, everyone took off not only their coats, but also their shoes, even their socks were stuffed in their own shoe tubes outside, and they stepped on the soft cashmere carpet with bare feet.

Some people have athlete's foot, or are born with strong foot sweat, and although more than a dozen ventilation fans are flying silently in the warm hall, the not very good smell still echoes in the hall and then gradually spreads. The registered people sat upright on the benches in the corner of the hall, while the rest lined up like a long line.

The fire god always felt that this place was very much like the scene of a big conspiracy, or that he was participating in the gathering ceremony of some kind of cult, but it was finally his turn to register the matters, and before that outside the hall, the players greeted each other noisily, and he saw the swordsman Chunqiu, who was also sitting on the bench and looking around at the moment, no matter what, if it comes, it will be safe, and the mobile phone number has been delivered in the game, and the real name in reality may not be able to hide.

"Game ID?" The slender and fair-skinned glasses beauty looked surprised and asked.

"It's my real name...... on the ID card. The god of fire replied.

"What is your ID in the Demon Path?" The bejeweled beauty continued to ask.

"Fire God." The god of fire shrugged, very helpless.

"Is this your phone number?" The delicate index finger of the right hand of the glasses beauty is dotted in the color page of the coated paper.

"Yes." The fire god glanced at him, and his expression became even more helpless.

The glasses beauty's fingers came to the tablet touch screen next to her, clicked a few times quickly, probably even if the registration was successful, nodded, but did not look at the person, and said, "Next." ”

The fire god strode around the registration desk and sat down in the empty seat next to the wounded traceless, and at the same time on the right side of the swordsman Chunqiu, the three of them had hurriedly greeted each other outside the hall before, and at this time they nodded to each other, and their faces showed a blank look, after the player entered this hall, he was not allowed to talk.

The registration was carried out very quickly, and since this group of people were all heaven-level players, the cumulative number was only one hundred and two, and it was over in more than half an hour. The hall is very empty, and the benches in one corner are also row after row, which can seat at least more than a thousand people, but at present, there are only more than 100 people, and it seems scattered and sparse.

They are all heaven-level masters, if they are put into the Demon Dao, they are all one in ten thousand, everyone is very qualified, and the prompts are not to make noise, and no one really speaks. The vast hall was quiet, and apart from the more than 100 heaven-level players, there was only the young woman with glasses.

But she didn't say anything about the next step or any hints, the glasses beauty was flying with her hands, and she was operating at high speed on the tablet, and you could see from a distance that her hand speed was super fast, and she was probably doing some kind of complex equation operation. When all the players looked at the empty hall clearly, it was now completely turned to the bespectacled beauty, and everyone was conjecturing.

But half an hour passed, an hour passed......

More than two hours......

The players even had their mobile phones detained outside the hall, and the quality of being a human being finally dissipated under the test of time, and the whispering sound spread like mosquitoes and flies.

Wound Wuxian took the lead in standing up from the chair, striding towards the atrium, where a narrow synthetic platform was temporarily propped up, and the glasses beauty sat on a telescopic high stool, her dancing hands suddenly stopped, and when she looked up, she instantly met the gaze of Wound Wuxian.

Wounded Traceless's gaze also came to her touch tablet, and at a glance, she already knew that it was a single-player version of a turn-based game: Interstellar Shuttle. He had played this game before, and of course, after entering the Demon Path, he never had time to contact the previous games.

So the wounded eyes stared at the glasses girl again, and asked, "So, what's the matter with us coming over?" ”

"Rest easy."

The glasses beauty said and helped the frame, the slender and white thumb and index fingers stretched gently, the movement was very elegant, on this action to observe the past, her small ear hole stuffed with a cordless headphone, even if she was wearing thin-framed glasses, it could be seen that this young woman had delicate facial features, and she was indeed a beauty.

"Maybe you can't trust me, I'm not irritable at all, but I want to go home." Wound said calmly.

The whispering stopped, and many players stood up and looked this way, and a few even took two steps in this direction.

"Well, the wound is not traced." The bespectacled beauty said, "Please go back, the door is over there." She said, pointing in the direction of the hall door.

Wounded without a trace of a stunned, maybe many players who pricked up their ears to listen to the sound were stunned, but he didn't hesitate for long, nodded slightly, turned around and walked to the hall door, he walked barefoot, and he also looked quite tigery, but everyone looked at each other, but no one made a noise, but most of them seemed overwhelmed.

A baritone came from the headphones, just two words: "Punishment." ”

The glasses beauty nodded imperceptibly, her fingers brushed away, and the game screen on the tablet quickly switched, and a three-dimensional trap map appeared, and then pulled down to a red dot, next to which the words "wound without trace" faintly appeared, and her slender index finger touched the red dot.

Less than two meters away from the hall door, the carpet under his feet suddenly bulged high, and he was caught off guard, his whole person was pushed into the air, almost at the same time, the soft sound of cracks sounded, and the bulging part of the carpet was suddenly torn, and more than ten transparent grappling hooks like bone claws poked out, which should be made of rubber at first glance, but it seems to be very strong and stiff.

The players who followed the wounded without a trace already exclaimed one after another.

The wound in mid-air was incredibly folded, and in the air where there was no way to borrow strength, he actually reversed the angle of the fall, and Shuangchang quickly stretched out flat, lying on the ground obliquely, and then stood up, staring at those bone claws, and his expression became uncertain.

The more than a dozen grappling hooks stretched out in the air, twisting back and forth from side to side like life, as if observing the situation near the left, and suddenly with a "whoosh", all the grappling hooks sank and tightened at the same time, falling below the ground and disappearing, leaving only a small pit as big as a baseball, and the torn carpet was scattered and scattered.

This is also a moment of stagnation, the spacious and tall hall has not yet raised the sound of players' discussions, a white object, from the ceiling of more than 40 meters high dome quickly landed, brought up by the whirring wind, invisibly as if there is a sense of coercion, the target of the white object is the wound without a trace!

The wound was already visible, it was a huge fist-like object, whether there was a transparent silk thread behind it to control, he didn't have time to tell, the downward trend of this punch was already terrifying, and the target was his head, once hit, it must be fatal.

He strode back, and after this leap, he was five meters away, far beyond the limits of the international long jump champion's ability, but the white gloves missed a blow, followed by a lateral movement in mid-air, and chased away, this time the target was the chest without a trace!

Falling from the ceiling of more than 40 meters, no matter how fast the speed is, after all, the road is long, and the reaction speed is obviously amazing, but this is only five meters away, under the flying attack of the fist gloves, the injury without a trace does not dare to try lightly, and he firmly believes that he will never be able to dodge!

(End of chapter)