Fading God Card

Hearing that Diao Feiyang was going to put his hat on Jiang Wenming at this moment, Hua Zhong, who was bleeding profusely, glared at him:

"Diao Feiyang! It's a fact that he saved us all. If you talk like that again, believe it or not, I'll tear your mouth off!"

Diao Feiyang glanced at Hua Zhong, who was seriously injured: "You? I haven't settled my account with you yet, why do you dare to talk to me like that?!"

"What? Do you want to try?"

Hua Zhong stood up unsteadily, staring at Diao Feiyang with a pair of tiger eyes.

"Try? Hmph! What are you looking at? Hua Zhong has contradicted his superiors many times, but he still won't let me take it down!"

The five guards beside Diao Feiyang showed hesitation, and finally took out their cards, summoned a new gun and pointed it at Hua Zhong.

When Chang Yong saw it, he leaned anxiously towards Jiang Wenming:

"Winning, General Hua helped us before, do you want to help?"

help?

Jiang Wenming suddenly let out a long breath, then looked around.

Except for Chang Yong, the guards, even Fan Yan, were waiting for their opinions.

It seemed that as long as he opened his mouth, they would swarm up and destroy Diao Feiyang, the nominal commander in chief.

It seemed that Diao Feiyang had indeed reached the point of anger, but Jiang Wenming shook his head.

He walked slowly towards the big bone stick that fell to the ground after killing the clown before, picked it up and wiped it:

"Help? Why do you want to help? If they want to kill each other, they can kill each other!"

"Civilization? What are you talking about?" Chang Yong asked in surprise.

"Is this what you would say? Are you crazy?!"

"Crazy? Are you..."

Jiang Wenming looked at his right hand. Although the fixed plate was a little skewed, it was fixed anyway, and the blood volume was always full.

"I didn't realize until now that you are all fake!"

"Fake? Us?" Chang Yong pointed to himself, puzzled.

"What fake, Jiang Wenming, what are you talking about? Did you feel too much pressure just now? How about my sister, let me treat you for you..."

Deng Shuixian was about to approach, but Jiang Wenming surrounded the 30 surviving skeletons directly, distanced himself from the crowd.

"Okay, stop pretending, you have one more scar on your face, and each scar is 0.2 centimeters longer, and..."

Jiang Wenming looked at the others:

"Chang Yong, your little Ha has been very quiet since the very beginning. He doesn't even wag his tail. Zhao Tie, your armored shell will suffocate if it doesn't move. That's why you need to carry it around. , um, let me think about it, you seem to have been standing there in a daze for a long time, right?"

The faces of Deng Shuixian, Chang Yong, and Zhao Tie turned pale immediately, but they quickly returned to their original state.

"Hehe, Wenming, are you too tired, what nonsense are you talking about? Just now Zhao Tie ran a few times holding the armor shell! As for the injury, you must have remembered it wrong!"

"Yeah?"

Jiang Wenming narrowed his eyes.

"Then how do you explain that there are no footprints on this ground at all?"

footprint?

The three of them looked down and were stunned.

There were indeed no moving footprints under their feet, and looking at Jiang Wenming's side, it was as messy as a few spirited guys had danced all night.

"Also," Jiang Wenming continued with a smile.

"I'm talking nonsense about Zhao Tie..."

Hearing this, Hua Zhong's expression changed immediately, and the guards who had followed him quickly raised their guns and aimed at the three of them.

"Brother Jiang, do you think they have a problem?"

Jiang Wenming nodded: "Although they look a lot like my friends, it's a pity that I'm a bit paranoid about details, and I can't hide these loopholes from me."

"They are not me!"

"You... civilized, don't make jokes, okay? Take a closer look, I'm not me anymore! Look at Xiaoha, his tail is wagging!" Chang Yong pointed to Xiaoha beside him and laughed.

But what answered him was a bow and arrow.

Hearing a crash, a bow and arrow directly pierced Chang Yong's forehead, piercing his brain!

With a thud, Chang Yong's eyes widened, and he just fell to the ground, twitching for a while, and then fell silent.

"Jiang Wenming! You actually killed Chang Yong! You are crazy!"

Pan Xuanyu and the others all showed horrified eyes, looking at Jiang Wenming who was hiding behind the pile of skeletons.

"Look at this corpse, it's real! The blood is real too! Chang Yong trusts you so much that he won't doubt you even in death, but you actually killed him. Are you still human?!"

Jiang Wenming looked coldly at the crowd who were glaring at him, and shrugged: "Why do you think I took the time to explain how I killed the clown?"

"Why?"

As soon as Pan Xuanyu opened his mouth, Deng Shuixian patted his head suddenly.

But Jiang Wenming narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up:

"You should continue to ask me why I killed Chang Yong, instead of caring about the reason I explained, Pan Xuanyu, you didn't hide it..."

Pan Xuanyu's face turned green on the spot, and he stopped talking.

On the other hand, Hua Zhong coughed lightly: "Brother Jiang, this is..."

"You don't need this or that." Jiang Wenming looked back at Hua Zhong and Diao Feiyang.

"I have seen the character of General Hua Zhong outside. He is not a person who likes to stand out. There is also General Diao Feiyang. Yes, he is a dude on the surface, but are you going too far?"

"Such a ignorant villain should only exist in it, right? If he is really such a useless piece of trash, even if he has a great father, he probably won't be able to sit firmly in the position of the general. You act... cough, too hard !"

Hua Zhong and Diao Feiyang looked at each other on the spot, and then smiled wryly.

"Really? Then who else do you think is real here?"

"Oh, do you admit it?" Jiang Wenming raised his eyebrows.

"You even killed your best friend. If I don't admit it, your arrows will come over, right?" Hua Zhong laughed, the blood on his body had stopped flowing.

"Tell me, who among the remaining people do you think is real?"

Jiang Wenming shook his head, looked around at the other people who looked shocked, and then distanced themselves from each other in fear.

"Whatever you look at, it's all fake!"

Jiang Wenming looked around and said lightly:

"Who are Boss Fan and his subordinates? How could they fall into the tricks of the clown? And with their methods, would they just quietly watch me desperately alone?"

"Also, those members of the Card Hunter Alliance... your intelligence work is a bit incomplete!"

Jiang Wenming looked at Xu Mile, who could only smile, and Zhong Wudao, who looked at him but was indifferent, and sighed.

"Information..." Diao Feiyang and Hua Zhong spoke in unison, like a chorus.

"Indeed, we have very little information about them, and they don't show too many characteristics in the book world. We can only restore so much in the end, but are you sure that the others are all fake?"

The people pointed out by Jiang Wenming all laughed.

"Are you really, sure about that?!"