It's very likely!
The problem is, she went through so much trouble investigating the coastline, but she didn't find any suspicious people.
Could it be that the other party did not enter from the coastline?
Black Spider, dressed in a tight black leather suit, pondered for a moment: "Send me the most elite spies from the Arbiters to infiltrate the 18 farms near the coastline and keep a close eye on everyone who was present at the time! Also, have the elders of the Arbiters try cursing the name 'Qing Chen' and see if it comes true."
The Arbiters are a dark magic organization led by Duke Storm, specializing in curse magic.
But black magic has prerequisites.
The first is basic black magic: knowing someone's appearance and real name.
This is the minimum requirement. A black magician needs to know the enemy's name to cast some minor curses, such as causing the enemy to choke on a fishbone while eating, trip and fall when going out, or quarrel with everyone they meet.
Then comes intermediate-level black magic: it requires knowing the appearance, real name, and birthday.
Knowing your birthday allows you to curse unexpected disasters, much like being fortunate to have that forbidden object in your hand. It can prevent you from encountering fatal situations such as car accidents, fires, or falling objects when you go out, but you can still avoid them.
Advanced black magic involves obtaining an enemy's real name, birthday, blood, personal belongings, or hair.
You can directly curse the fate of enemies lower than your own level; there's no escaping it. If destiny dictates your death, then you must die.
In addition, the Arbiter possesses offensive black magic and can even spread plagues.
Black magic is very effective against the Eastern Continent Federation because there is no tradition of hiding one's true name there; one's true name is readily available.
If it weren't for the distance restrictions, Duke Storm would probably have cursed every head of the various conglomerates by now.
However, somewhat awkwardly, many names from the Eastern Continent are not easy for them to pronounce, such as Qing Chen.
To be precise, the character "庆" was mispronounced.
To be more precise, it's the pronunciation of "q" that they can't pronounce...
Foreigners often have difficulty pronouncing affricates (z, c, zh, ch, j, q). For example, they might pronounce "qing" as "ching"...
This may sound funny, but it's true.
Foreigners often say "I'm coming to find you" as "I'm coming to 'chao you'".
In this linguistic environment, it's inevitable that dark sorcerers will stumble and get stuck halfway through chanting spells.
Now, Duke Storm has been appointed by King Roosevelt as one of the vanguards of the Eastern Expedition. In order to successfully curse the people of the Eastern Continent, the entire Arbiter organization has begun to learn Chinese through Asian Timewalkers.
Of course, they have to overcome such a life-or-death matter no matter how difficult it is, and it's only a matter of time before they learn it.
Black Spider said, "Once the Arbiter's curse succeeds, all spies should keep a close eye on them and see which Asian group starts to frequently encounter bad luck; that person is the Joker."
After saying that, she prepared to log off.
A subordinate asked, "Chairman, aren't you going to stay here and keep an eye on things?"
Black Spider sneered and shook his head: "With those idiots from the Phoenix Guild giving us experience points, the Light of the Whites is probably going to be invincible in Multiverse 8. We don't need to watch anything else."
The subordinate whispered, "Guild Master, that's actually one of our people, an undercover agent you sent to the Phoenix Guild, have you forgotten...?"
Black Spider paused for a moment: "Anyway, it's the Phoenix Guild that's lost out. Anyone who dares to spread this news, I'll kill them."
"clear……"
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The Phoenix Guild is somewhat troubled.
The news that dozens of them had chased after the White Light, only to have nearly thirty of them killed instead, spread like wildfire within an hour.
The Phoenix Guild leader, his face dark, asked in a low voice, "Have you found out which guild's mole is infiltrating? How dare they tarnish the reputation of my Phoenix Guild like this?"
"without……"
The president pondered for a moment: "It's definitely not going to work for us to recruit the White Light now. We'll just have its members hunt him down with all their might. I can't recruit him, but I have to get my face back first!"
"clear!"
Unbeknownst to many, Zhong Yu was mingling enthusiastically among the players, listening to everything in silence. He couldn't wait to enter the Multiverse 8 and have a go at that so-called "White Light."
“The code name ‘White Light’ is everywhere, hehe,” Zhongyu whispered.
In the multi-dimensional world of No. 8.
Qing Chen's left arm hung down at his side, while his right hand held an automatic rifle.
He dragged his battered body toward the center of the instance, trying to find a place unaffected by the poison circle for 12 hours before logging off.
Qing Chen counted the magazines; he had 42 bullets left. He needed to use them sparingly, and if possible, try to shoot two enemies with one shot…
Just then, a female player on the road saw Qingchen holding an automatic rifle and immediately shouted across the distance, "Hey, can you help me out? We can team up. I have some medicine from an airdrop crate. Please help me out, I'll give you the medicine if you agree..."
Bang.
Qing Chen walked to her corpse and muttered, "What kind of decent person could snatch an airdrop crate? Can a decent person even snatch a crate? If I kill you, your medicine will be mine."
However, after searching around, he couldn't find the medicine the female player had mentioned: "What a scam!"
In this dungeon of the 8th multiverse, it's clear that no one can be trusted anymore.
Qingchen found a bush, dug a hole for himself, lay down in it, covered it with turf, leaving only a hole for breathing.
Offline.
Unbeknownst to him, the players he had killed had already begun condemning him in the Superconducting World, revealing his history of being a Voldemort and his ruthless cruelty towards women.
Especially the one in the resistance, who posted in anger.
Zhongyu also read the forum, but his reaction was a little different from others. He muttered to himself, "Such an interesting, cruel, and evil soul... I'd like to get to know you."
For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of kinship with this white light...
Of course, in Zhong Yu's eyes, this white light was not evil enough. He wished he could be a little more evil like himself.
whee.
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Qing Chen opened his eyes in the villa of Farm No. 18 Manor, took off the virtual glasses on his face, and spat out a golden Eye of True Sight from his mouth.
However, now is not the time to open the key gate; we need to wait until he has a place to stay and settles down.
Qingchen got up and walked outside.
Countdown 162:00:00.
Qing Chen stood in front of the mirror, meticulously recreating the butler's details. He planned to infiltrate Storm City as the butler and make his first breakthrough within the Kennedy family.
At 6 a.m., the slaves in the villa were already up and working.
They offer everything from cooking and equipment maintenance to car washing.
The way everyone looked at Qingchen was incredibly strange. They whispered among themselves, saying things like "pervert," "too perverted," "squats," and "sit-ups."
Qing Chen cracked his whip and sneered, "Still daring to whisper here? Get to work!"
The slaves all bowed their heads.
Just then, an SUV suddenly drove up from outside.
Qing Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He stood still and saw the SUV drive into the courtyard in front of the villa. A young white driver jumped out and said with a smile, "Good day, butler. Mr. Kennedy thinks there is danger here, so he temporarily sent me to be the young master's driver and assist you in protecting the young master."
“Very good,” Qing Chen nodded. “You wait in the car for now. Once the young master comes out of the superconducting world, we’ll head back to Storm City.”
“Okay,” the driver nodded.
Qing Chen was pondering a question: according to the timeline of the inner world, Black Spider had just searched this place yesterday, and today a new driver had arrived. Was it a coincidence?
He doesn't believe in absolute coincidences.
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Meanwhile, on the Storm Sky Fortress, there were more than a dozen Arbitrators who were struggling with the name in front of them. They tried to curse it again and again, but they always got stuck when they got to the name.
A young judge was in despair; he had been chanting the incantation for an hour, but hadn't gotten it right even once!
"Elders, perhaps we should change the name we use for the spell? This is too difficult. Is the fact that they chose the surname 'Qing' deliberately targeting us Arbitrators?"
An elderly adjudicator, whose speech was becoming increasingly slurred, patiently said, "This is what the executioner instructed us to do; it must be done successfully."
After saying this, the kind-faced elder began chanting the incantation again: "Supreme Judge, please punish chingcheng, xinchen, jinchen...fuck!"
After an unknown amount of time, an elderly adjudicator nearby shouted excitedly, "I succeeded! I can feel a portion of the power being drawn from my body!"
This is the sign that the curse has succeeded!
The curse has been successfully cast!
Chapter 822, Amitabha Buddha
Duke Storm, dressed in his black robes embroidered with gold, sat in his spacious living room. Black Spider calmly said, "It's now confirmed that the Joker is on our western continent. I apologize, it was my failure to find him."
The curse has a distance limit; the target of the curse must be within 1200 kilometers of the casting location.
Since the Arbiter successfully cast the spell, it means that the Joker is indeed here, and the white light that suddenly appeared is very likely the Joker.
However, Qing Chen must have arrived aboard the Junlin, yet she failed to capture him, which was her dereliction of duty.
Duke Storm sat in the darkness, calmly looking at her: "Accept your punishment."
Black Spider pursed her lips, slowly took off her black leather coat and high heels, revealing a body covered in whip marks, and knelt on the ground with her back to Duke Storm.
The sharp crack of a whip echoed in the Duke's living room, but no one wailed.
Twenty minutes later, the metal gate outside the living room opened, and Black Spider, now dressed again, walked out without a change in expression. He instructed his subordinates, "Keep a close eye on the 18 farms. Send out all our spies. We must find the Joker for me."
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The rich kids at Farm No. 18 haven't come out of the superconducting world yet.