Qilu took out the knife oil from his bag, poured it on a piece of coarse cloth, then pulled out the long knife, wrapped the blade with the cloth, and rubbed it slowly.

"You're now in third place, how about it, do you want to take the prize and leave?"

"What about you, are you going to take this second place and leave?" asked Snowmark Qilu.

Qilu stopped rubbing the blade, raised his head to look at the snow marks, and the only eye flashed in his eyes, as if he was deeply unwilling.

"Hehe," Qilu laughed, and the more he laughed, the more hideous he became: "Hahahaha! Remember their provocation in the square? If I don't share with him, won't I be called a coward?"

At this time, Qi Lu thought of something again, the hideous gradually turned cold, the smile and blood slowly faded from his face, like a plant cut off nutrients, he said in a low voice: "Besides...... My dad would have beaten me to death. ”

Speaking of his father, the light in Qilu's eyes dissipated, his eyes gradually became cloudy, and the whole person became more old and serious, as if he had aged several years all of a sudden, and at that moment he didn't feel that he knew him.

He pulled the long knife out of the tarpaulin one last time, and the edge of the blade was flat in front of him, and the blade was sharp and shiny. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the straight blade, like a killer.

"And what about you?" Qilu asked Snowmark.

"In the square, he provoked both of us at the same time. Even if it weren't for that, there was a reason why I couldn't quit, especially when I learned that I would be resurrected after death. I'm going to kill Curry and avenge my friend. Snow Scar saw Little Red Riding Hood's dying eyes.

"But your friend, she'll come back to life. ”

Snow Scar took a deep breath and looked at Qilu: "Won't he also be resurrected?"

Qilu smiled slightly.

"What he owes me is not resurrection, but death!" Xue Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "My mother said that to be a man is to be trustworthy, and if she says that she wants to cut him, she must cut him, otherwise how can you gain a foothold in this last world!"

At the moment when he knew that he would be resurrected after death, Snow Mark did think about stopping there, after all, Little Red Riding Hood could be resurrected, but he figured it out now.

Although he did not directly promise Little Red Riding Hood to avenge her, he promised himself that Little Red Riding Hood's eyes before his death always lingered in his mind and lingered. When he was chased by the first team, and his mental power was exhausted, it was because he thought of avenging Little Red Riding Hood and made this grand wish in his heart that he stimulated his potential and has been fighting until now. It has nothing to do with his ranking, it's a personal vendetta between him and the first man, Curry.

From the time Curry brutally killed Little Red Riding Hood, he and Curry had an irreconcilable feud and never died.

Listening to Xueji's domineering words, Qilu was shocked, in his current opinion, Xueji's mediocre and simple appearance hides a gangster-like soul. It's just that this big guy hasn't grown up yet, and sometimes he has to rely on his mother's teachings to deal with grievances in the rivers and lakes.

"I take the liberty of asking, your mother...... What does it do?"

"My mom...... It's a housewife. ”

Qi Lu was stunned, feeling that the psychological gap was a bit big, and he couldn't change the image of Snow Scar's mother from a club boss in black to a virtuous and virtuous housewife who took care of housework.

Since Kiru asked about his mother, he told him how he got here and how she was in crisis. After listening to this, Qilu understood Xueji's background and situation, and he let out a long sigh:

"So you've been through so much, no wonder you're so excited. I wish I could help you in this life, but unfortunately I am now in the South Island, and your snow country has always been mysterious, and it is difficult for foreigners to enter...... But although I can't help you in this life, I'll do my best to help you here, and whether I get first or second place, the prize can be exchanged with you. ”

"That's a great thank you. ”

"You're welcome, we're friends. Qilu's smile was generous and simple.

Snow Mark also smiled, he was also very happy to meet a friend like Qilu from the bottom of his heart, in this strange and full of deceit, it seemed that only Qilu and him were like-minded.

"However, the competition can't let the water go, I can't let you do it on purpose, and I am bound to win the first place. I...... There's a reason for me. Qi Lu looked at the snow marks, and the indifferent temperament just now appeared in his eyes again.

Snow Scar knew in his heart that he must be under a lot of pressure, and this pressure could be from his father.

"Hehe, of course, I have no interest in the rankings. "Snow marks really don't matter anymore, he just wants to slash Curry, and since Qilu has agreed to exchange rewards with him, then he has no worries.

"Then let's take out the common enemy together. ”

"A must. ”

Through what happened before, the trust between Snow Mark and Qilu has deepened, and the two have no conflict of interest, so they can naturally form a closer alliance.

The two hands are clasped tightly.

But at the moment of shaking hands, a faint uneasiness suddenly appeared in Snowmark's heart: once he really defeated Curry, would he really have to retreat without a fight? In this deathmatch that he couldn't voluntarily withdraw, did he deliberately want to be killed by Qilu? The concept of death carried a great fear to Snowmark, even if he knew that he could be resurrected, he couldn't deal with it calmly.

But it's obviously a little too early to think about it, and the snow marks have forgotten about it.

Jerusalem Central Control Room.

The superintendent and staff worked in an orderly manner.

The match in the arena has entered its final stage, and all the stats are as usual. The director no longer has to sit in person, he is now sitting in the rest area outside the "second ring", leisurely sipping a cup of pure karak tea, with two or three dates scattered in the small metal plate in front of him.

The layout of the central control room is centered on the central hemispherical holographic console, and the workbench of ordinary staff is arranged in two rings, which are called "one ring" and "two rings" respectively. Beyond these two rings is the lounge area, where there is an Arabic-style coffee table, sofa and meal tea for the staff to rest and relax.

If you only look at the lounge area, you may mistake it for a circular revolving restaurant. Because beyond the lounge area is the large floor-to-ceiling glass window in the central control room, and the director now sits by the window and looks out of the window to see the whole of Jerusalem.

Jerusalem was shrouded in clouds and mist, the sun was shining, and the two continents in the distance were slowly rising and falling in the clouds, changing their relative positions, the heavenly rails and the bridges were connected in an orderly manner, and the streets were full of people, bustling and bustling, like busy bugs.

The director's gaze wandered through the crowd and eventually landed on the auditorium of the arena. His identity gives him a unique perspective on data, allowing him to easily distinguish between NPCs and visitors. At the same time, he can also see the "little worms" on the ground, like holding a magnifying glass, their lives at a glance.

The spectators watched the players in the arena, and the director sat here to watch the spectators.

The superintendent likes to see the arena from this perspective, rather than from the data console in the center of the central control room. The data console's floating holographic screen has the most detailed parameters that allow him to understand everything that is happening in the field, but the data is cold, far less flesh and blood than what is seen from here.

Nor do the data tell the full story of the achievements of the Founders of Jerusalem.

Jerusalem, a miraculous city, a city that does not exist in the real world at all, exists in the minds of all those who have been here. He remembered the pre-apocalyptic definition of the state as a community imagined by a group of people.

Jerusalem, then, is the imaginary community of the able, the country of the capable.

When they come here, it's like they've found their home, and they don't have to worry about persecution anymore. It is a safe haven for them, and a place for them to learn and improve, where they can become teachers and gain greater ability and freedom.

It's a miracle.

What's even more amazing is that the bricks and tiles here, the light and water, the complex rule system, the telekinesis, and those "NPCs" that operate autonomously are all the creations of telekinesis.

God said, Let there be light, and there was light.

Is there any other possibility than God who can create all this? Only the supreme power can create this heavenly world. It is only this kind of power that can illuminate all living beings and free the struggling people in the world from the sea of suffering.

The power and glory of the five new gods who created Jerusalem reborn the world from destruction and the old gods that were worshipped before the end of the world were eclipsed.

The director watched the magnificent city come alive and couldn't help but admire the new gods. Every time he sat here, overlooking the city, he would feel this admiration in his heart.

At this time, in the director's headset, the assistant's call interrupted his train of thought:

"There was another negative battle in the arena, and the only three people left were divided into two teams, but neither of them could find each other. Please advise on how to deal with it. ”

The director picked up a toothpick, pricked a date, put it in his mouth, glanced leisurely at the restless audience in the arena, and said lightly: "Simple, poison." ”

"Got it!"

Separated by two circular work areas, the director glanced at the data display screen floating in the center.

The rules of Jerusalem are the result of a myriad of different telepathic forces, and this display shows the reality of how these relationships work in the form of data. Only professionals can see these data, although these data are often expressed in the form of unrecognizable words and numbers, but in fact they are not numbers in nature, but as thin as a gossamer's mind, like radio waves, will be received by specific people, and the director is this kind of "specific person". The data flowed quickly before his eyes, and the director already knew the situation in the arena.

As the assistant said, the three people in the arena are still in a stalemate, and the dead are entering the resurrection process one after another.

But at this time, in his perception, a trace of special data suddenly appeared, it was a seventh-level error, which was an endless loop in the arena's field stacking configuration system.

The highest error level is level 1 and the lowest level is level 7, so this is the lowest priority and threat error. Although it is called an error report, in fact, the error report below level 4 has little impact on the normal operation of Jerusalem.

The arena stacking configuration system is a system that coordinates the call of the arena scene, and it often has some small initialization errors when calling a new arena scene, which is a common thing, but it is still relatively rare to appear in the arena operation.

This was most likely caused by a staff member misstep, and the superintendent did not pay much attention to it.

His gaze looked down through the glass window again, and in the audience in the arena, the girls formed three cheerleading squads, cheering for each of the three people in the arena. From this point of view, their hot bodies are full of youth, especially when they are beating, they are simply choppy and have their own charm......