Just like spreading a virus, anyone who listened to her song would get poisoned? Xia Feng suddenly had a wild thought.
If that was the case, then he... had already been poisoned.
Damn it, Xia Feng cursed in his heart, this woman's abilities were becoming more and more like those of an apocalyptic villain.
But, these were all just his speculations.
However, no matter what, he wouldn't listen to Mu Qingtong's singing anymore, in case there was some ability mechanism where the more you listened, the deeper the poisoning.
It might be an overthought, but it was always right to guard against the Evil Witch.
[Player number 17, please pay attention.]
[The fourth evolution stage is about to start.]
[Teleport countdown: 3 minutes.]
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Time had flown by and the moment to enter again had come.
Xia Feng felt a surge of excitement, having killed player number 17, he now had a total of 65 Life Points.
According to the extra hints from the Life Roulette, he had the highest score in the field, breaking the first tier.
And based on calculations, the other players had at most around 40 Life Points; if they wanted to compete for the B-level Spiritual Clothes, they simply couldn't outbid him.
Sitting on the bed and waiting for a while, the surroundings became blurry, turning into countless colorful pixel blocks rushing towards him.
Entering this damned place for the third time, he waited skillfully for the dazzling light to recede from his eyes and looked around.
To the right, platforms number 10 and 11 lit up, but nobody appeared at the control stations; they were empty.
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, we will now proceed to the fourth evolution stage."
In a world as dark as the abyss, spotlights shone in the center.
The judge, wearing a top hat and pure black mask, didn't waste words and chuckled lightly,
"I'm sure you've all been looking forward to it, the rare B-level Spiritual Clothes 'Directive of Solemnity,' starting bid is 20—"
As the judge's voice fell,
the scene immediately became intense, with four or five players joining the competition, and the price soared.
Finally, player number 9, who sounded like a rough middle-aged man, said, "I've worked with many of you before, and many of you should be aware of my strength. I bid 30 Life Points. If you don't want to be my enemy, give me some face—"
"31 points." Platform number 4 lit up with a glow, tone flat.
Player number 9 seemed a bit annoyed as he looked towards player number 4, his eyes cold, "Number 4, I've already calculated it, you only have 38 Life Points, are you sure you want to compete with me?"
Number 4 coolly glanced at number 9, replying indifferently, "Such a lot of nonsense."
"Very well, you're marked," said number 9 fiercely, then coldly, "32 points!"
The price continued to climb amidst the clash between the two players, while Xia Feng calmly observed.
When number 4 calmly called 35 points, player number 9 immediately muted his mic and gave up the fight.
Player number 9 actually had 42 Life Points; bidding 36 points wasn't impossible, but having only 6 points left would be very dangerous because there was still a round of basic predation that would deduct 6 points of blood.
If anyone with a counter identity to his launched a basic predation against him, he was done for.
Thinking of this, he felt frustrated; he had thought his Life Points were already high, that no one could compete with him.
But he clearly miscalculated; this number 4 was insane.
"35 once," the judge began the countdown, "35 twice."
"36 points," just then, platform number 17 lit up, voice level.
The crowd was startled, all looking up.
Number 4's brow furrowed, displeased, "40."
As he called out 40 points, all players were taken aback, glancing at their panels. There were no penalty prompts, which meant the player number 4 really had 40 Life Points?
"Let me tell you this, I have 45 Life Points," player number 4 said indifferently. "You can't outbid me."