Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 447 Fern's trump card

After Lao Zheng's comfort, Lin Yu felt a little more at ease.

Although there was a high probability that his identity had been discovered, as long as it was "found out" through investigation, it was completely acceptable to Lin Yu.

After all, it was as if Ershi Jue had been misled by him. As long as the other party was still "investigating", Lin Yu had a way to interfere with and guide the process.

But Lin Yu couldn't accept that there were people in this world who could "open the box" of you just by looking at you.

"Come to think of it, even the 'God of Banquet' couldn't see through my true face at that time."

After confirming that he was relatively "safe", Lin Yu once again watched the fight between Ershi and Fern as a bystander.

And just as Lao Zheng predicted, Ershi finally took out a transparent bag.

"name!"

Twenty whispered, and then the darkness around him expanded, repelling all the swords at that moment.

"Hehe, are we finally going to buy the additional services?" the black cat laughed. "So these are all the names?"

"Thirteen... no, eleven will be enough," Twenty said coldly, "What's your price?"

"Fifteen pounds of fresh meat, thirty-three apples and oranges, and a tablespoon of 'gold dust.'"

The black cat spoke human language.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Lao Zheng understood.

"I see. No wonder he's reluctant to use this trick. He and this nightmare have a contractual relationship!"

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows: "So he's not as strong as he looks?"

"No, quite the opposite. Only pure-blooded Abyssal Nightmares are qualified to sign contracts with humans. An ordinary Nightmare would have been subdued voluntarily," Old Zheng whispered. "This Nightmare is considered a shining elite, an aristocrat among nightmares."

"But it doesn't sound like it's that expensive. Fifteen pounds of meat only equals thirteen or fourteen pounds, and fruit isn't hard to come by... Could it be that the 'golden powder' is so hard to come by?"

"Is this guy too stingy or too poor to let him be like this?"

If it were Lin Yu, if he only needed to pay for fruits, vegetables and meat, he would have used it long ago.

Old Zheng shook his head. "Gold dust is about as rare as copper ore in Night Vale. While it's not as common as iron, it's still a cheap material."

"The key point is how the Nightmare Tribe pays the 'price'. You can't 'buy' it, you have to obtain it firsthand!"

"In other words, he had to hunt and cut the meat himself, pick the fruit himself... and scrape the gold dust himself."

Lao Zheng said calmly.

"This is more like a ritual—by the way, don't forget to feed the soul of your pocket watch."

"I can't forget it," Lin Yu pressed the [Repaired Mist Pocket Watch] on his chest, which was getting hot. "It has been reminding me of this in my soul!"

After using it just now, Lin Yu found that this thing could not be put back into the prop space.

After opening it, I found that the pointer that had stopped started to reverse - it seemed to be a 12-hour countdown.

Afterwards, Lin Yu felt the information fed back to him by this [prop] coming into his consciousness.

Offer the soul of an intelligent being within twelve hours, or else...

It is completely scrapped and can no longer be used.

It can only be used as a [prop] at the cost of "collecting souls", and it doesn't sound as tough as similar [props].

Other [Items] would either devour their owner's soul or cause them to go berserk...

But the main idea conveyed by this pocket watch is "If you don't feed me, I will starve to death."

Lin Yu couldn't bear to see it starve to death.

He has already chosen the soul to feed to the other party.

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Twenty over there also made a deal.

After twenty responded, the black cat gracefully jumped onto his head.

The black cat's eyes and tail were raised, slowly sweeping through the air.

"A standard one-handed bronze sword, it functions like an ordinary sword."

"It's an ancient, but very hard sword."

"Federal soldiers carry swords, ceremonial swords, but they can also be used in combat."

……

The black cat calmly reported the names and functions of the "sharp blades" surrounding Twenty one by one.

And Ershi was writing furiously on the label of the bag.

Old Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

"He and that cat are just like Light Yagami and Misa Amane."

Lin Yu was surprised: "Have you also read the Death Note?"

Old Zheng's brain circuit flashed quickly: "I understand a little bit, I understand a little bit."

Looking at the frequency of Lao Zheng's flashing and the just-right complaint just now, Lin Yu knew that the other party must be more than just a little knowledgeable.

This guy might be the type who would have a lot of common topics with Chen Zhuo.

While Lin Yu and Lao Zheng were chatting, Er also finished writing!

Next, he transformed from Light Yagami into the One-Horned Rhinoceros King holding a diamond cutter.

The plastic-sealed transparent bag opened with a shake, and instantly sucked away a long sword.

Next, he immediately shook the bag again with his backhand, and the sword shot towards the fern!

"Shh!"

Of course, a long sword couldn't hurt Fern, and she could easily kick the sword out of the air.

But after kicking it down, Fern was obviously unable to control the sword again.

Soon, the sharp blades in the air were continuously sucked away and thrown out. Eleven of the seventeen sharp blades were sucked away by Twenty!

There is naturally a reason why Twenty reported the number eleven.

Because for him, six sharp blades are something he can handle!

"Shh!"

After the last "flying sword" was thrown out by Ershi, Ershi immediately took advantage of the victory and used the dark "nightmare matter" to simultaneously strangle the remaining six sharp blades.

A dark substance like a python wrapped around the sharp blades, and no matter how they struggled, they could not break free.

Old Zheng looked at this scene and sighed, which was not surprising.

"As expected, there's still an insurmountable gap between 'Level 3' and 'Level 2'... Even without [Exclusive Items], the difference in foundations brought about by the difference in [Authority] is terrifying enough."

Lao Zheng's judgment was obviously correct - when Fern's main means of attack were completely restricted, and the "first-level" and "second-level" [props] had already been used.

This "liar" obviously has no more tricks up his sleeve!

From a common sense perspective, at this point in the battle between players, the winner is clearly decided.

But Lin Yu rarely refuted Lao Zheng.

"You may have a point, but... it's not over yet."

He looked at Fern.

"What do you mean, does she have any other cards up her sleeve?"

Old Zheng was very surprised.

"I don't know what it is, but I know she has it."

Lin Yu replied calmly.

Although Fern seemed shocked too...

But Lin Yu could see that although the other party was shocked, he was not desperate or dejected. Instead, he had an expression that was similar to "trouble".

The same expression happened to appear on Ershi's body - it was an expression of feeling troubled when having to use some "trump card" that he didn't want to use.

"Have you realized the difference in strength between you and me?"

Twenty looked at Fen and spoke proudly.

Fern sighed slightly.

"Well, you are indeed more difficult to deal with than I thought..."

Then, her expression changed slightly.

Just when Fern's temperament changed, Lin Yu finally reacted.

"I know. Her 'trump card' is the 'abnormality' we've always felt in her!"

Lin Yu spoke quickly, and Lao Zheng also reacted.

"So that's it. She's not manic, bipolar, or delusional, but..."

Fern's muttering voice sounded at the same time, overlapping with Lao Zheng's voice.

"She has...a split personality!"

"Azao... let's switch."