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

Chapter 1155: Immortals’ Confrontation

Except for Lin Yu, each of the remaining five players felt that their final memories and cognition were slightly confused and vague, and some of them could not remember clearly what happened in the end.

Such a situation is naturally a bit uncomfortable for these "Level 3" players.

So Lin Yu could notice...

Whether it was Zuo Xi, Baisha, Qian Huan or Bandura, there was more or less some unhappy look on their faces at this moment.

Except for fluoxetine, of course.

"Oh my! Everyone, we've all made it through, so stop looking so gloomy!"

Fluoxetine's voice rang out, and she looked at the rest of the players happily.

"I'm happy to see that everyone survived."

Baisha, already very unhappy, looked at Fluoxetine and finally found an outlet for his anger. He snorted coldly, "Those crazy people from the Psychology Society, stop pretending to be nice people. Even if someone dies, you'll just think it's because they lacked potential."

"No, this time, factors outside of the dungeon interfered, and this dungeon itself was already difficult enough," Bandura shook his head. "So... everyone surviving is indeed what we hope to see."

"Ha, then I should thank you two," Bai Sha crossed his arms over his chest. "It's obvious that I contributed the most to getting out of this illusion... Really, you guys got away with it, especially the one with 'Order'. It's really annoying!"

Although he couldn't remember what happened in the end, Baisha always vaguely felt that he had paid a certain price to feed the evil god and let everyone escape from that illusion.

Lin Yu, who was named by Baisha, had not responded yet, but Qian Huan could not help but speak first.

"Oh, the 'Predator' guys are so great... but unfortunately, I'm a little shortsighted and I really didn't see your contribution."

Baisha looked at Qianhuan and said, "It's normal for you, a low-intelligence idiot, not to understand!"

Qian Huan chuckled softly, "Ha, have you ever been to school? How dare you attack my intelligence... After all, I have a degree from a key university, what about you?"

Baisha frowned: "Fuck, they are all 'players' of the 'Death Game', what's the point of telling me whether they are in college or not!"

Qian Huan laughed uncontrollably when he heard the other party's response: "I knew you had never been to college!"

Baisha looked at Qian Huan and couldn't help but say, "No, buddy, just send it. What are you talking about? Since when did playing the 'Death Game' become a barrier to academic qualifications? Do you think this is a job search?"

Qian Huan did not respond, but just smiled and shook his head.

Baisha gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck, I'm going to go out and kill you—and you, the 'Order'—don't think that surviving this 'copy' is a good thing!"

"I didn't let you die in this [Instance], at the hands of the evil god, because I wanted to kill you myself and collect the bounty—just wait, you won't be so lucky next time. Do you think 'Pen Name' and 'Fluoxetine' can protect you forever?"

Afterwards, Baisha immediately turned his attention to the pseudonym and Fluoxetine: "You two are psychopaths. I don't know why you two, a completely unorganized 'psychology society', have to protect this 'order' - he might even want to kill you both!"

"But I won't bother with you two. I'll kill him anyway—you're welcome!"

Fluoxetine and Zuo Xi ignored Baisha and instead looked at each other from a distance.

"Ah, come to think of it... Dear Miss Writer, why do you care so much about this 'director'?" Fluoxetine said with a smile, tilting her head. "This is a strange thing."

Zuo Xi looked at Fluoxetine and said politely but coldly, "I naturally have my own ideas... and I don't need to report the reasons for my actions to your organization."

After receiving a cold response from the other party, Fluoxetine still maintained a smile. "Yeah, I'm just curious... But, the 'Director' is a super rookie with S+ potential that our organization is closely following, and I personally have a special interest in him... Anyway, please don't do anything that will bother me too much, okay?"

Zuo Xi listened to Fluoxetine's words and a polite smile appeared on his face.

However, when she smiled, her eyes became even colder than when she was expressionless just now.

"If I remember correctly...it was you who had the "Director" enter this "Death Game," right?"

"Even his most important friend, Zhu Ming, was nearly killed by you."

Fluoxetine crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the other person. "Yes—you really did research a lot! These aren't particularly secret, but they're not public information either... Seriously, 'Pen Name'..."

Fluoxetine's tone suddenly dropped, and her smile completely disappeared. Her pretty face, which always wore a variety of lively expressions, now showed a rare expressionless and murderous indifference.

Fluoxetine often shows murderous intent, but for her, the desire to kill is often the externalization of some strong emotion.

But this time, the killing intent was purely to "instrumentalize" death.

"You're a bit of a nuisance."

Fluoxetine said, his eyes lowered.

"Then I'm sorry."

Zuo Xi expressed his sincere apology.

But there is nothing else to say except an apology.

Fluoxetine said with a sigh.

"Really, I quite like the book you wrote..."

Zuo Xi looked at Fluoxetine and said, "Next time I publish a new book, I can send you a signed copy. Please send me your home address."

"No, I don't like it enough to ask for your autograph."

Fluoxetine declined.

Zuo Xi was not angry either: "It's okay, I didn't really plan to give it to you. I just wanted to trick you into giving me your address so I could come to your house and kill you."

"Really? Then I'll add you on social, and you can accept it," Fluoxetine said excitedly, "I'll send you the address. If you don't come, you're a puppy."

Zuo Xi nodded, then frowned: "What you sent is..."

"Precise latitude and longitude coordinates."

Fluoxetine said with a smile.

Zuo Xi also laughed: "How interesting! You live in Sailimu Lake? Are you a hairy crab?"

Fluoxetine blinked: "Hey, how did you know it was there?"

"I've been to Xinjiang to collect materials. It's very common for writers to go to the northwest to collect materials."

Zuo Xi responded.

Fluoxetine curled his lips: "It seems that we strayed from each other, otherwise you would know that I do live there."

Zuo Xi shook his head. “You can’t fool me—if you really lived there, you’d know there are no hairy crabs in Sayram Lake.”

The two of them were talking back and forth, and no one else in the [Settlement Space] even spoke.

"It's stream of consciousness as always, worthy of a writer," Qian Huan muttered, "But it's quite impressive that Fluoxetine can keep up with Zuo Xi's train of thought."

Bandura felt the same way—but he was inwardly amazed that a "pen name" could actually be associated with fluoxetine.

Baisha was ignored by these two guys at first and was a little annoyed.

But after hearing the latter part, he suddenly felt relieved.

"Are these two women talking to the immortals?"

It was rare for Lin Yu to agree with Baisha's remarks.

However, compared to Baisha's forgiveness towards the two of them, Lin Yu's mood was different.

He hopes the two sides will fight.

Of course, it’s best not to cause any loss of life.

Because he would not feel at ease until these two guys died in his hands.