Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Maybe it was due to the good soundproofing of this room? Fang Qingyun had killed Jiuguang for such a long time, but no one broke in. It seemed that they didn't realize it at all? It didn't matter. Fang Qingyun replaced the pistol with a new magazine, leaned against the door, and asked Kikuchiyo who was staring at the knife in thought: "Continue?"

The meaning of continuing here is very simple, that is, to act according to the original plan. Fang Qingyun will kick the door and go out to visit the senior executives of Ya Zongyi one by one, so that they can feel the iron fist of the working people. My current style problem should be regarded as the remnant of feudal forces... What is this? The remnants of feudalism fighting against the capitalists?

Forget it, just adapt to local conditions. Western fantasy has its own national conditions, and special problems need special analysis.

Kikuchiyo shifted her gaze away from the knife, rubbed the scabbard with her fingers twice, and looking at Fang Qingyun's slightly troubled and excited face, she still mustered up the courage to express her opinion: "That's enough... Just kill Jiuguang."

Oh? Interesting. Fang Qingyun found that he had underestimated the independence of Kikuchiyo. He moved away from the walls on both sides of the door and stopped his door-breaking posture. He was obviously going to listen to Kikuchiyo's reasons. He asked with interest: "Can you tell me the reason?"

Kikuchiyo heaved a sigh of relief. She bit her lip nervously and rubbed her fingers on the knife. The sweat from her hands made the scabbard a little smoother. "After I killed Jiu Guang... I have calmed my own anger and let the instigator die in a place where no one knows. I am already very satisfied. Pinxu's spirit in heaven will not let me continue to become a vengeful evil ghost..."

"Anything else?" Fang Qingyun felt that Kikuchiyo had not told him everything, so he leaned against the door again: "If that's all, then the reason is not sufficient."

"And..." Kikuchiyo was frightened by Fang Qingyun's action, fearing that he would kick the door and rush out again. These two days of life made Kikuchiyo realize Fang Qingyun's character. He respected other people's privacy and had a limit to what he asked, but he didn't want the other party to hide anything when asking.

"That is... if we leave the position free," Kikuchiyo no longer concealed her reasons, "it should allow the top brass to kill each other for power, and then the people below will be able to live a little better. At least the chaos will prevent the mobile forces from catching opponents, even if it's only for a while..."

"...This society cannot be changed, but if it can make people live a little better for a while...it is more important than revenge." After Kikuchiyo finished stating her reasons, Fang Qingyun tilted his head and raised one eyebrow without denying. This made Kikuchiyo, who was uneasy, not knowing his attitude, and she waited for Fang Qingyun's answer as if she was waiting for a verdict.

Fang Qingyun's answer was very simple. He removed the magazine from the gun, separated the bullets and stuffed them back into the space. He then moved away from the wall he had just leaned against and gave up the idea of ​​breaking through the door.

He walked in front of Kikuchiyo, his height suppressing Qingyun's every move. He stretched out his hand to Kikuchiyo's head and combed her hair downwards. This action stunned Kikuchiyo, who thought she would be slapped. She knew that Fang Qingyun hated the Japanese, and protecting outsiders was considered as betrayal in the underworld. She was bound to be beaten, and it was not impossible for her fingers to be chopped off.

"Isn't that a good point?" Fang Qingyun was very satisfied. The life and death of the Japanese people had nothing to do with him. No matter how many people died, it was just an "oh" to him, and he wouldn't even add an exclamation mark. But Fang Qingyun was very happy that Kikuchiyo dared to raise objections to this. He didn't want this big family to become his one-man show, and he didn't want to become a tyrant without knowing it, or a self-righteous parent who thought I was thinking about you.

What is certain now is that if he makes a mistake in the future, Kikuchiyo will definitely point it out to him.

"Let's go." Fang Qingyun took Kikuchiyo's hand and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Kikuchiyo rarely blushed. She seemed to be able to accept this level of contact from Fang Qingyun.

From here, you can see the entire Yazongyi scenery. Fifty floors high, just looking down is enough to make people dizzy. Fang Qingyun remembered the feeling of bungee jumping for the first time. He was in a playful mood and put away Kikuchiyo's knife: "Ropeless bungee jumping, how about going?"

Kikuchiyo was also a ruthless person. She took a deep breath, moved closer to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down, then closed her eyes. When she opened them again, her eyes were like a samurai ready to die.

"Hold my hand!" Fang Qingyun kicked with such force that miracles happened. His iron-soled boots shattered the reinforced glass into pieces, and the glass fell down the stairs like a spider web. He was not worried about hurting others by mistake. None of the people who could enter and leave the Yazongyi headquarters were good people. He deserved to be smashed to death.

Fang Qingyun held Kikuchiyo's hand tightly and jumped out of the window facing the bright sunshine.

Kikuchiyo was obviously hesitant, but was still pulled down by Fang Qingyun. The tearing feeling of her internal organs caused by the free fall made Kikuchiyo, who had never experienced skydiving, scream loudly, and the muscles on her face were tense with fear.

Fang Qingyun laughed heartily, and after adapting, Kikuchiyo also laughed heartily. This was perhaps the first time that this heavy-hearted girl had laughed heartily. She had been gritting her teeth to endure the pressure of the Dongyun School's revival since she was a child. Now that she had lost the so-called fate that was weighing on her, she happily vented her emotions as a free person.

Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, Fang Qingyun had a bad premonition. If the Magic Book of Destiny failed at this moment, he would have to pay the price for this reckless behavior.

There are fifty floors, and if each floor is three meters high, it would only take a little more than five seconds to fall to the ground. He had already spent three seconds for the excitement. If something went wrong, he wouldn't even have time to put Kikuchiyo back into hell.

"Teleport! Magic Book!" Fang Qingyun shouted, but the Magic Book of Destiny did not appear as he expected, let alone teleport back. He was shocked. He would be crushed to pieces if he fell to the fifth floor...

Having lost his composure, he did not react in time to throw Kikuchiyo into hell, but made a decision subconsciously. He grabbed Kikuchiyo's hand forcefully and pulled her into his arms. His limbs "clasped" around Kikuchiyo's body like an octopus, and he protected Kikuchiyo in his arms, thus protecting her as much as possible.

Looking at the ground getting closer and closer, Fang Qingyun thought of the cowboy who was about to be hanged in a western movie. Before the execution, he said to his terrified "friend" who was about to be hanged with him, "First time?" That kind of indifferent ridicule and cold humor that disregarded life and death was just short of a cigarette to enhance the coolness.

A second before he landed, the teleporting blue light engulfed him.

[Are you still wandering around? ]

The Grimoire of Destiny had actually always been there. He just wanted to teach Fang Qingyun a lesson. It looked like the lesson was very successful. After having bungee jumping from a fifty-story building without an umbrella, Fang Qingyun's legs became weak, his lips trembled, and he failed to stand up in the gray mist several times.

"Brother, you are my real brother. Can you please not do this next time? My little heart really can't take it..." When Fang Qingyun thought of the scene of being captured by gravity just now, his little heart began to beat wildly. He did not forget his troubles but almost dropped his heart.

[Will you be naughty next time? 】

"Stop being naughty, stop being naughty." Fang Qingyun quickly backed off. He could have brought Kikuchiyo back from upstairs, but he was so hot-blooded that he had to jump down with everyone. If he fell... Kikuchiyo would be resurrected from the card, and Fang Qingyun would die and come back. Although life is worthless before it is used up, if he died in such a cowardly way...

Fang Qingyun seemed to have heard Viola's laughter. This zombie general and he were a perfect match, a perfect match made in heaven. He was both a wife and a good friend. If she knew that Fang Qingyun had thrown himself to death... this would at least make Viola laugh until next year...

[One night has passed in the card world you are in, more than six days have passed in the inner part of the hell world, and more than seventy-seven days have passed in the outer part. Don't panic.]

The Magic Book of Destiny seemed to see what Fang Qingyun was thinking and reminded him calmly.

[After this is over, take a short break. You’ve been straining yourself too much.]

The Book of Destiny saw all of Fang Qingyun's efforts. It hadn't even been a quarter of the world travel yet, but he had already traveled through two worlds. Zilong was very brave, and Fang Qingyun was very courageous.

"Okay, okay." Fang Qingyun nodded. He felt that he really needed a long rest. With his nerves so tense, even a strong man would get tired.

When threatened with death, people can easily develop a little stress and become psychologically abnormal. Fang Qingyun even doubted whether he had changed. He had become indifferent to depriving others of their lives, and even accustomed to it. This was not a good sign.

[Settlement for you first]

The Book of Fate turned two pages and drew in ink the scene of Fang Qingyun and Kikuchiyo jumping off the building together. A big "Completed without Damage" was printed next to it, but this time there were no perfunctory little fireworks.

The Book of Destiny listed the benefits to Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun himself still had more than 40,000 memory fragments saved. If he saved more, it would not be impossible for him to buy the right to enter the next world and then buy the 70,000 package.

[Clear Dona Dona, let's do bad things together +20000]

[Indirectly kill Black Destroyer X50+1000]

[Defeat the chromatic faction +4000]

[End Dongyun Sect +6000]

[Total number of memory fragments obtained: 31000]

[Current number of memory fragments remaining: 77560]

"Is Jiuguang worthless?" Fang Qingyun muttered. It seemed that the settlement was not so easy to cheat. He had to overthrow Ya Zongyi before giving him the fragments.

[…Jiuguang’s value is 10000]

"Could it be..." Fang Qingyun suddenly had a bold guess. The guards who hadn't broken the door for such a long time, and Jiuguang who was completely unprepared, all of this was connected together: "...No way..."

[That's the Mo Fei]

The Grimoire of Fate also posed a puzzle to people.

Chapter 115: They are all old thousand-layer cakes

Shortly after Fang Qingyun escaped from the Yazongyi headquarters, Jiuguang's body on the ground was still wet, blood and brain matter flowed out from his smashed head and stained the carpet. Soon, the door was opened, and the person who came in had beige hair and was wearing a red suit. It was the real Jiuguang.

"This guy is so cruel." Jiuguang straightened his clothes and calmly ordered the red-clothed elite who followed in to deal with the corpse on the ground. From the very beginning, the one who contacted Fang Qingyun was not Jiuguang himself, but Jiuguang's substitute.

Jiuguang never believed in Fang Qingyun from the beginning to the end. Even though he believed that no one could resist the temptation of money, he still habitually kept something in his hands, and this kept something in his hands also saved his life.

Jiu Guang didn't even glance at the body of the substitute. What made him feel even more sorry was that a lot of the decorations in his house were damaged because of Fang Qingyun's violent behavior: "What a pity, this carpet is not an ordinary one."

Jiuguang returned to his seat and looked at the boss chair splattered with blood. Jiuguang pushed this chair, which was worth all the belongings of ten families outside, to the floor-to-ceiling window with disdain. He "pushed" it down from the floor-to-ceiling window that Fang Qingyun smashed with one foot. The boss chair with wheels easily overcame the friction and rolled down from the floor-to-ceiling window.

The chair that fell from the fiftieth floor had terrifying kinetic energy, smashing an employee of Ya Zongyi below into a bloody mess on the spot. Looking down from above, it looked like a mosquito that had been slapped to death after being full of blood.

"Oh!" Jiuguang leaned against the French window and covered his head with his hands in pain: "A new trouble has come again."

Human life is worthless, and wasting it is a small matter for Jiuguang. What really gives him a headache is that he needs to deal with this matter again. Things that can be dealt with with money are not a big deal. The real trouble is still to come. For example, two anti-Asian organizations are gone now. The Half-tone School and the Tounom School are basically gone, and the only one left is Nayuta.

“It’s not that easy to throw dirty water on others.” From this perspective, Jiuguang’s plan to use anti-Asian organizations as a trash can for social emotions has failed. Without “informal” oppression by ordinary people, how can public order be maintained?

"Quan?" Jiu Guang called out his secretary's name. The blonde secretary heard Jiu Guang's call and walked in from the door. Next to her was a young man in blue clothes with his hair highlighted in black and white.

Jiuguang is very familiar with this look, it seems that he is Nayuta’s former second-in-command, Kuma.

But how did he get in? Jiu Guang was a little confused. Even if it was Quan, it wouldn't be that easy to bring someone in.

He sat silently at the desk and checked the surveillance. The surveillance showed only Quan's figure in several places where the elevator was changed. This made Jiuguang puzzled. There was only this way to come up. If you didn't go this way, did you fly up?

Quan didn't seem to notice the little tail next to him. Ah Xiong was muttering something that Jiu Guang couldn't understand at all: "...So...I still like Feng Ling Yue Ying the most."

Jiuguang felt something was wrong. He saw the young man in blue slowly raise his hand, and Jiuguang's body involuntarily walked towards him.

"With Feng Ling Yue Ying, everything has become so... fake." A cold word came out of "A Xiong"'s mouth: "Maybe it's like this? Just a little bit of manipulation..."

He turned his head to look at the dazed Misteres next to him, or should I call her the real name of the boss lady, Quan? He uttered a word softly: "Broken..."

What does that mean? Jiu Guang's mind made him think quickly, and soon he saw the power of this word. Quan was like being beaten, and his whole body went limp as if his bones were pulled out, and he shrank into a ball on the ground.

"Sober..." Ah Xiong changed another key word.

Quan's body was shaking violently. Jiuguang now recognized the panicked voice of his secretary: "What happened? What happened..."

"Just become stupid." Ah Xiong's words made Quan return to his original dull appearance.

"It's really boring." Ah Xiong touched his face. "Taking over someone else's game and opening Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, there's no fun at all... I'd better get the ending quickly and go back to fight Dark Tide. I haven't practiced my cleverness yet."

What was he talking about? What was the undercurrent? What was great wisdom? Jiuguang began to panic as he listened to some terms that he himself did not understand. For the first time, he felt that the development of the world was out of his control. But soon, the sound of a low-quality mouse scroll wheel appeared out of thin air in Ah Xiong's body.

"Let me see how to play the boss lady's ending...Choose to cause trouble for Jiu Guang, go to the top of Ya Zongyi, and pass a difficult shooting dice. Oh...I understand!"

A black pistol "appeared" between his fingers, which stunned Jiuguang who was sure he was not mistaken. The metal detector should have sounded the moment this thing passed the door, and the security at the door should not be a pushover either, so why did he let him bring the gun in?

"My shooting is only 40? And it's still difficult to succeed? Isn't that a one in five chance?" Ah Xiong continued to mutter words that Jiu Guang couldn't understand, and approached him with a gun. Jiu Guang wanted to resist, but every part of his body seemed to be locked. He could only watch Ah Xiong put the gun to his head: "It doesn't matter, I'll just use Feng Ling Yue Ying, open fire"

The gun went off, and Jiuguang, who was shot in the forehead, fell straight back. The bullet opened the back of his head and destroyed the entire brain tissue. The white brain matter splattered backwards and almost fell to the ground below.

Jiuguang's body was obviously about to fall, but it maintained a delicate balance. After being shot, the body seemed to have retained some of its original habits and took a few steps back. The area behind it was none other than the broken French window. His body fell from the 50th floor, splattering a layer of blood on the ground, as if another mosquito had been crushed to death on the earth.

That's right, a mosquito that sucks human blood dies, and no one even cares. At most, a foreigner who looks like a short potato might build a grave for him when he takes over his company? By the way, let me say a few sarcastic words.

The people below didn't take it seriously when they saw another person fall down. The original body was so broken into pieces that it was unrecognizable. However, Jiuguang's body was smashed on the car and was relatively intact. When the employees who came to watch the fun walked in and found that it was Jiuguang with a big hole in his forehead and his limbs broken, screams rang out one after another.

At this time, Quan seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He took two steps forward stiffly, and embraced Ah Xiong like a puppet. He said in a sweet voice without any ups and downs: "I'm here to apply for a paid vacation. Let's go on vacation together..."

Ah Xiong put the gun back to his waist: "So this counts as clearing the boss lady's ending, right? This should be considered a special ending, right? A two-person trip with the boss lady?" He turned around, and his figure flashed and turned into a data stream and a snow screen, disappearing in the distortion. Quan, who had lost his soul like a puppet, also disappeared without a trace.

Only Jiuguang, whose skull was opened, knew about the whole farce. Unfortunately, given Jiuguang’s current physical condition... he can only keep this secret hidden forever.

Fang Qingyun, who knew nothing about this, was still slapping his thigh in the gray fog space, regretting not being able to seize the opportunity to kill Jiuguang, and feeling heartbroken for the ten thousand memory fragments.

[Stop, if Jiu Guang didn't want to let you in, how could you have destroyed his stand so easily?]

The Magic Book of Destiny comforted Fang Qingyun, or rather, it despised him in another euphemistic way.

"Why can't I defeat him?" Fang Qingyun was not convinced: "I have a 12.7 large-caliber machine gun at close range, and one burst of fire can kill all of them, including the people and the bunkers. At a distance, I have an 88mm hell cannon, so it is not difficult to kill all the way to the th floor."

[Jiu Guang is not a fool. The time those few people bought was enough for him to escape. What's more...]

The Grimoire of Destiny has a hidden meaning.

"What do you mean?" Fang Qingyun didn't understand.

[Who told you...Jiu Guang is above the 35th floor? ]

"This old fox ran to stay below the 35th floor? He is such a coward that he ran to the 35th floor where the defense is loose?" Fang Qingyun was a little bit unbelievable. Jiuguang's anti-logic successfully circumvented him: "If that's the case... am I not completely controlled?"

[So, my suggestion is that if you encounter someone like this who is not your friend, who stirs up the situation and has different values ​​from you, just take a knife to him in front of him and then kill him.]

The Magic Book of Destiny gave Fang Qingyun a tip. Although this method was very dangerous, it was easy to use and did not require any thinking. It was especially suitable for people like Fang Qingyun who acted impulsively or were simply reckless.

[By the way...does this count as cheating? I see that you are quite skilled at playing coy with Jiu Guangxu, and you even specially arranged people to deceive him. You must be full of bad intentions.]

The Magic Book of Destiny questioned Fang Qingyun's style of doing things, expressed his opinion on his slightly violent behavior, and hoped that he would give an explanation for it.

"I don't think so." Fang Qingyun has always adhered to his own ideas: "It's never too much to be on guard against people I'm not familiar with. Once they become close to me to a certain extent, I will tell them the truth. This is my style of doing things. When dealing with enemies, I have to cut the roots and hit them in the face."

[…Okay, that makes sense]

The Magic Book of Fate praised Fang Qingyun's answer. He really couldn't hear any problem with it.

[Is there anything you want to consume? If not, I'll just leave.]

The Book of Destiny wants to kick Fang Qingyun out. If you have nothing to do, then stop hanging around in the gray fog. It's quite troublesome.

"Yes, yes," Fang Qingyun nodded. Although he had to rest for a while, he could choose the world he wanted to enter next. He could also spend some money with the remaining money, and maybe even buy a few card packs...

Wait a minute, speaking of card packs, Fang Qingyun suddenly remembered something. Where is the stamp album? Wasn't it bound after calculating the card images? Why is it gone now? Fang Qingyun asked his doubts, and this question caught the Destiny Magic Book off guard.

[…Uh, actually, that thing is just a transition… Anyway, you don’t lack card pictures now…]

The words of the Destiny Codex sounded a bit timid, as if it had done something shameful. Faced with this situation, Fang Qingyun was a little unhappy. If you tell me the truth, I can't do anything to you. We are connected by heart, and there is no benefit in hiding it from me: "Be good, tell me the truth"

It seemed that Fang Qingyun's persistence in telling the truth made the Book of Destiny relax, and he finally chose to tell Fang Qingyun the actual situation.

[Actually, that thing was issued by me. Every time you collected five card pictures and revised them into a piece of paper, you could replenish my pages. Every time you died, or completed the final settlement of a task, you would draw two strokes on my paper. In this way, my paper is constantly being consumed. When it is consumed... we will have to die together.]

The Grimoire of Destiny revealed its appearance in front of Fang Qingyun. Guided by the light blue dust, the pages flipped rustlingly, revealing the front pages that seemed to have been torn off violently.

Fang Qingyun understood the meaning of the Book of Destiny. It turned out that those things were prepared by the Book of Destiny itself. In fact, they were useless. Their real function was to urge Fang Qingyun to collect more, so as to replenish the "blood volume" of the Book of Destiny. Every record of the Book of Destiny would consume "blood volume". Thinking of this, Fang Qingyun suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Then why did you cancel that mechanism?" Fang Qingyun was a little curious: "If rewards are given through this mechanism, wouldn't it be okay to keep it? Also, where do you get those rewards from?"

[The reward is earned by myself. If you want my life, I want my life too. Compared to life, money is not important at all. As for why I don’t do this now…]

The Book of Destiny sighed rarely, and this action made Fang Qingyun nervous. No, my golden finger will be separated from me forever?

[…You’re so hardworking…]

When the Magic Book of Destiny sighed and said this, Fang Qingyun thought for a moment that there was something wrong with his ears.

[There is no need for me to chase you like a donkey with a carrot. You are a stubborn donkey that can run faster than anyone else... I made such a thing, but it's still a thankless task...]