In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

Chapter 653 The Time to Take the Stage Has Not Yet Arrived

The pure white space created by the Winning Fish Chosen Technique completely collapsed, turning into countless pieces of paper that vanished without a trace.

Mo Chen returned to reality. He suddenly opened his eyes, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

The hall of the clock tower remained silent, as if no one except Mo Chen had been there.

The masked actor had vanished, leaving only a glittering gold chip as proof of his presence.

Mo Chen stepped forward, picked up the chip, and held it tightly in his palm. He could still feel the residual warmth on the chip, and his thoughts drifted into the distance.

[Winfish...transforms into a potato plant spirit...an actor in the Masked Troupe...why does he know so much about sinners and the power of great sin?]

Mo Chen, deep in thought, examined the chips in his hand and suddenly made a deduction in his mind.

Could he also be a guilty party wielding power over grave sins?

Five of the ten major sins have been identified: three plant spirits possess "gluttony," "wrath," and "lust," while one zombie spirit possesses "envy" and "melancholy."

If we assume that Winfish is also a sinner, then which part of the great sin authority does he possess?

Is it 'arrogance'? Or 'greed'? Or... 'deception'?

The chips felt slightly warm in Mo Chen's palm. He shook his head and stored them safely in his secret realm space.

There will be plenty of opportunities to think about this issue in the future.

Now, the most important thing for Mo Chen is how to rescue his Adele from the Path of Redemption.

"Yingyu just mentioned the underground stronghold, meaning that the branch of Redemption Path is located underground..."

Mo Chen subconsciously raised his left hand. Under the moonlight, the Heart-Connecting Ring was glowing with a faint pink halo, as if Adele was calling to him from afar.

At this moment, his Adele, that gentle and beautiful succubus nun, was like a lamb to the slaughter, already in deep danger.

With each passing moment of delay, Mo Chen's heart tightened even more.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he had already suppressed his restless heart.

The pink halo of the Heart Ring flickered, as if responding to its owner's urgent heartbeat.

Mo Chen believed that the other Heart-Connecting Ring could also transmit his emotions to Adele.

After all, these Heart-Connecting Rings are the only thing besides dreams that can connect them.

"Three days... no... to be precise, it's less than three days."

Mo Chen murmured to himself, gently stroking the heart-shaped gem on the ring: "The auction is on the fourth day. We have to rescue Adele before the auction starts at the latest."

He made up his mind in secret, and faintly heard the roars of low-level zombies in his ears.

They seemed to have sensed the sound that had come from the clock tower and were gathering here.

"Anyway, I really have to thank this guy named Yingyu."

If it weren't for Yingyu sending a message, inviting Mo Chen to meet here, and informing him of Adele's whereabouts...

He may still be groping in the endless darkness, and then miss out on Adele, who has always been waiting for him.

The thought of that possible outcome sharpened Mo Chen's eyes.

"At least, I know what to do next."

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the walls of the clock tower, looking into the distance: "The Path of Redemption... You had better not done anything too outrageous to her, or I will make you pay the most terrible price for every tear you shed for Adele!"

Mo Chen's voice was soft, yet it carried a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Yingyu had just given him a hint: he could tell Adele his plans when he met her in his dream tonight.

Mo Chen decided to do this, but first, he had to return to the safe War Courtyard in order to successfully let his consciousness sink into the dream.

After taking one last look at the spot where Yingyu had disappeared, Mo Chen's eyes showed no more hesitation.

"Duck, prepare to connect to assisted driving. We're going back to courtyard number 5905."

"it is good."

As Mo Chen walked out of the clock tower, a snail-shaped vehicle, modified into the appearance of a rabbit motorcycle, appeared in front of him.

Prometheus gave an OK sign, indicating that she had successfully connected.

Several ordinary zombies, smelling the fresh flesh and blood, staggered toward this place.

Mo Chen mounted the snail vehicle, tightened the throttle, and drove towards courtyard number 5905.

"Wait for me, Adele, I'll be there to save you soon."

It wasn't until long after Mo Chen left the clock tower that Ying Yu slowly emerged from its shadow.

He silently watched the direction the homeowner had left, then took out another chip and flicked it between his fingers.

"Prometheus... clearly an artificial intelligence, yet it gave itself such a new name..."

Yingyu murmured the name of the "Fire Thief" from the myths of the old era, a smile of excitement curving his lips: "Compared to other 'Data Lords,' you've taken the first step."

The chips stopped abruptly between his fingers, and Yingyu tilted his head back, letting the moonlight shining down from the broken dome fall on his mask.

"Lord Mo Chen from beyond the world, I really want to know, what price are you willing to pay for that lustful Miss Aismode?"

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After a long while, a rift was torn open in the space-time within the clock tower, and the traveling log stepped out of the rift and walked to Yingyu's side.

"Hey, gambler, didn't you say you wanted to join his courtyard?"

Seeing that Yingyu was still there, the puzzled Traveler Log couldn't help but ask a question.

"Since it's not the right time yet, I've changed my mind, Mr. Traveling Log."

Coming to his senses, Yingyu shrugged, tossed the chips into the air, and then caught them steadily: "A qualified gambler never rushes to reveal his hand, nor does he choose to sit at the table before the game has even started."

He grinned from behind the mask: "Besides, I'm only here to deliver a message for that poor sister. As for joining the courtyard, we'll talk about that when the courtyard reaches the final first tier."

Traveling Log couldn't help but complain: "I've traveled through so many time periods and spaces, and I can't find anyone more bizarre than you actors."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Travel Log."

Yingyu feigned elegance by removing his hat, his exaggerated gesture resembling a curtain call on stage: "I am deeply honored by your excellent evaluation. After all, none of the actors in the Masked Troupe are characters who simply follow the script."

"I'm not praising you with my 'British Commons swear words'!"

Traveler clutched his heart in anger. Being with this gambler, he was afraid that one day he would be driven to a mental breakdown by him.

"Such large emotional fluctuations are bad for your health."

Yingyu approached Travel Log with a grin, wanting to reach out and pat the other's sword hilt, but the latter dodged away with obvious disgust.

"You said before that an actor had already joined the fray?"

“That’s right. The ‘maid’ wrote to me not long ago to tell me that she has joined the courtyard with the star that wants to step into the shadows.”

Yingyu crossed his arms and said leisurely, "It is the maid's decision to go on stage now, but the gambler's appearance is not yet ready."