Fading God Card

So that distorted space is called Book Realm?

Jiang Wenming looked at the people in the distance who were panicked, confused, angry, and sad, as well as Hua Zhong and the others who were standing together calmly, and the corners of his mouth curled up:

"Are you trying to say that someone here is real?"

"I only said it was possible, but..."

Hua Zhong, Diao Feiyang, Deng Shuixian, Zhao Tie, and Pan Xuanyu stood side by side and laughed in unison.

"According to you, Diao Feiyang should have been dropped a long time ago, and Deng Shuixian..."

Deng Shuixian touched the scar on his face: "The scar on my face is new, and you just used this to judge my authenticity, which means that in your heart, I was transferred later."

"Then how can you guarantee that I won't leave one or two people behind?"

After all, several people laughed out loudly.

"Of course, you can also kill everyone here, as long as you dare."

Jiang Wenming looked at a few people and sighed deeply: "What? Is it because of my previous performance in the book industry that I thought I was a person who would not do nothing to my friends, so I told me this? talk?"

"You think I must not dare to do this, do you?"

Hearing Jiang Wenming's last words, the faces of several people immediately changed, because the next second, the skeletons in front of Jiang Wenming unleashed their bows and arrows, shooting the members of the Card Hunter Alliance into a sieve in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the tense bow and arrow aimed at Fan Yan and the others.

"Bastard! What are you doing? We're real!"

Tie Snake's face was ashen and authentic, and then he reached out and lifted his clothes, releasing thousands of little black snakes and rushing towards Jiang Wenming.

"Did you even copy the moves? It's a pity, it's too stiff!"

With a wave of Jiang Wenming's hand, the bows and arrows pierced the Tie Snake, Fan Yan, and the other Black Fighting Kings. There was a chaotic sound of chopping, chopping, and the Black Snake died with the Tie Snake falling to the ground.

The rest of Hua Zhong and the others just watched Jiang Wenming kill everyone except them one by one, without any intention of stopping them.

Finally, as Ma Dongcheng fell to the ground staring in horror, only Jiang Wenming, Hua Zhong, Diao Feiyang, Deng Shuixian, Pan Xuanyu and Zhao Tie were left on the field.

"Okay, it's your turn now, do you have anything else to say?" Jiang Wenming looked at the five of them.

Hua Zhong squinted at the corpses on the ground, and looked up at Jiang Wenming with complicated eyes:

"Since when did you see through?"

"When?" Jiang Wenming looked at the cards in his hand,

"Probably when he came out of that different space."

"I admit that the people you have transformed into real ones are indeed real, but it's a pity that you obviously haven't figured out the information about the relationship between people. Among these people, there is one person who will never turn a blind eye to me!"

Jiang Wenming glanced at Zhong Wudao's corpse on the ground.

This scary guy who has been staring at Ge Dali's card, after knowing that the card was auctioned at a price of more than 100 million, no need to think about it, he will definitely think of him.

But when he came out, Zhong Wudao was indifferent to him, which made Jiang Wenming feel that something was wrong, so he began to observe carefully.

Sure enough, Jiang Wenming discovered more and more suspicious points under the colored eyes of seeing everyone as a suspect.

"When we came out, the people around me were indeed real people, but after I killed the clown, although it was very fast, at least 374 details changed at that moment. I think that should be the first time. Is it time for the second exchange?"

"At that time, I was the only one left here, and everyone else was replaced by fake bodies, right?"

"You can see so many subtle changes around you within 0.1 second?" Diao Feiyang raised his voice.

"Impossible! You are just a human being, how can a human being do this?!"

Jiang Wenming's mouth twitched.

He's human, yes.

But after more than 20 years of unlucky luck, if he hadn't practiced this move, he wouldn't know how many times he would have died!

Besides, can humans be the same as humans?

Seemingly having figured this out, the five of them synchronized again and took a long breath:

"Human talent is indeed terrifying, but it's a pity that you are still going to die here today! Jie Jie Jie Jie! Note Corps!"

Smiling and laughing, the skins on the faces of Hua Zhong and the five people suddenly began to peel off one by one, as if the pages of a book were opened, and sheets of paper filled with various words flew out.

The paper was flying all over the sky, and then quickly folded into fist-sized paper figurines, surrounding Jiang Wenming and his skeletons.

"Paper man?"

Jiang Wenming frowned as he looked at the slightly shaking paper figurines around him.

"Hehe, this is not a piece of paper, but the notes of all the people who have entered my book world!"

The five figures have merged at this time, revealing a door that looks like a black hole, and beyond the door is a corner that looks like a library. A blond woman wearing glasses is sitting sideways on a stool, flipping book while sipping a cup of hot tea.

"In the book world, my book world can record everything they say, the avatars and cards they use, and then reproduce it completely. If I think about it, these paper figurines can kill you in an instant, do you believe it?"

Jiang Wenming looked at the paper figurines around him and narrowed his eyes.

Some of the paper figurines were not in human form, while some exuded silver radiance, and some were holding various weapons.

Looking at the attributes, they all have offense and defense!

If these hundreds of thousands of paper men attacked at the same time, his skeletons would not be enough!

"I believe it! After all, I'm still in your book, you can do whatever you want."

Jiang Wenming smiled suddenly, but his smile made the blond woman raise her head slightly, and finally she looked away from the book in her hand and looked at him.

"It's strange, I couldn't read the fear and anxiety from you, aren't you afraid of death?"

"fear death?"

Jiang Wenming suddenly sat down on the thighs of two half-squatting skeletons, looking at each other steadily.

"It's natural to be afraid, but being afraid makes me numb. At least I can breathe now, and I can live a day. Otherwise, I will waste time on fear and fear, and complain about others every day. Do I still need it? live?"

"Life?"

The woman stared at Jiang Wenming's face carefully, as if she was thinking about something, for a long time, she finally let out a long sigh.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Wenming used the skull next to him as the armrest of the sofa and rubbed it.

"This is your domain. You can ask any questions you want, but it's up to me whether you want to answer or not."

"Yes, as a reward, I can let you live for another ten minutes. Let me introduce myself first."

The blond woman nodded, then stood up slowly:

"The Fifth Apostle of the Soul Emperor, Su Ling."