Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically-Chapter 60: Duanmu’s Death

Just ready to make a run for it.

Ding Ling figured that once his strength increased again and he returned to the real world, he should get a new place to live.

He didn’t like staying in one place for too long.

A mobile rental was more suitable for him.

As for repaying Uncle Zhang’s favor?

Ding Ling planned to return the borrowed bank card to him; there was quite a bit of money in it. Consider it a token of appreciation.

Generally, people wouldn’t lend their documents to others, so Uncle Zhang’s trust in Ding Ling must be reciprocated sincerely.

At this moment.

When Ding Ling heard Duanmu Qing say he was a successor of an Hidden Clan, he couldn’t help but be slightly stunned, but quickly came to his senses.

It must have been distorted rumors causing this result.

However, the more chaotic the rumors were, the more advantageous it was for him. It made it easier for him to hide and conceal his identity!

Thinking of this.

Ding Ling activated his full-level acting skill and displayed an extremely subtle demeanor, as if eager to distance himself from the matter, shaking his head and saying:

"Rumors are terrifying. I’m not from a Hidden Clan."

"Really?"

Ding Ling’s reply was too direct.

Moreover, his expression and actions were so natural, and had a tinge of the unpleasant memory.

Duanmu Qing instead didn’t believe Ding Ling and felt Ding Ling must be related to the Hidden Clan, making him somewhat excited and curious:

"Buddy, can you tell me about the Hidden Clan? I’m really curious."

"Am I really that familiar with you?"

Ding Ling was surprised:

"Who do you think you are?!"

He withdrew his smile and said:

"I’m going to rest. Please leave."

"Come on, buddy, don’t be like that."

Duanmu Qing, seemingly unabashed and thick-skinned, didn’t care about Ding Ling’s expression, smiling and saying:

"In the real world, I’m a journalist. Rest assured, as long as you cooperate with me, I’ll definitely write about you in a magnificent way."

"..."

Ding Ling walked away directly.

Duanmu Qing hurriedly followed:

"Brother, cooperate a bit. I’m now a Court Officer for the imperial court. Give me some credit. I have direct access to Dong Zhuo. Maybe I can even secure a good position for you."

Ding Ling couldn’t be bothered with him.

Duanmu Qing was obviously a shameless journalist; truly believing his words would be brainless.

Yet someone like him could rise to such an important position as Court Officer.

This shows the corruption in Dong Zhuo’s system!

The collapse is probably not far away.

The involvement of players will definitely catalyze and speed up historical progress. Who knows if the Three Heroes will fight with Lü Bu, but the coalition against Dong Zhuo will definitely happen soon.

Ding Ling must quickly wrap up things here and rush to Luoyang to learn martial arts.

If he arrives late and Luoyang is burned down like in history, Tong Yuan’s old friend will surely be lost among the vast sea of people. Where could he find this master?

So, he must get to Luoyang to learn martial arts before the coalition against Dong Zhuo!

"Buddy, Brother, Ding Ling!"

Duanmu Qing shouted:

"You’re not cooperating, aren’t you afraid I’ll slander you? Aren’t you afraid I’ll badmouth you in front of Dong Zhuo?"

"Hmm?"

Ding Ling abruptly turned to look at Duanmu Qing.

Duanmu Qing became excited:

"Brother, cooperate a bit?"

"Zhao Yun."

Ding Ling called out loudly.

Zhao Yun stepped forward, clasped his fists:

"General."

Under everyone’s gaze, Zhao Yun showed great respect for Ding Ling.

Privately, of course, they’d talk casually without being formal.

"Throw this guy out."

Ding Ling pointed at Duanmu Qing:

"If he’s not compliant, stab him directly!"

Ding Ling was not a pushover.

Still want to threaten him?

Next time he sees him, he’ll beat him!

"Ding Ling. You’re really daring not to cooperate with me? Dare to act against me? Believe it or not, when I return, I’ll immediately incite Dong Zhuo to make a move against you?"

Duanmu Qing, seeing Zhao Yun walking towards him, panicked and screamed.

"Stab him!"

Ding Ling ordered.

Zhao Yun decisively shook his spear, swish! Nine spear flowers flashed past, piercing Duanmu Qing directly, leaving no time for him to utter his last words.

But Ding Ling knew the guy wouldn’t die.

He’ll probably resurrect soon.

But their rivalry was now set.

Ding Ling felt quite helpless. He didn’t want to interact too much with players.

But sometimes things are just like that.

He doesn’t seek trouble.

Trouble finds him.

This Duanmu Qing was courting death!

Knowing well how impatient he was, he still kept provoking him!

Probably the same way in reality, often doing such bold things, utterly shameless.

Having been affected by Duanmu Qing, Ding Ling received good news the next day.

Zhang Feiyan was willing to negotiate with Ding Ling.

"Location?"

Ding Ling looked at Zhao Zhantang.

He was the player tasked with delivering the message.

He looked very clever.

"Under an unnamed hill a few dozen miles outside Zhending City."

After Zhao Zhantang spoke, he eagerly looked at Ding Ling.

Ding Ling smiled and handed him the High-Tier Blade Technique Secret Manual he had prepared earlier:

"This is the secret manual."

"Thank you, boss, no, thank you, General!" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Zhao Zhantang was delighted, instinctively blurting out a thank you, boss, but quickly changed his tune.

Judging by his behavior.

He must work in the service industry in reality. Otherwise, such instinct wouldn’t nearly be ingrained in him.

"Alright. You’ll lead the way soon."

"No problem!"

Zhao Zhantang patted his chest to assure.

...

An hour and a half later.

Under the unnamed hill.

Ding Ling led his army here.

He saw a well-formed troop, numbering around a thousand.

Everyone was tall, well-built, and full of vitality, evidently capable fighters.

In addition, everyone was clad in sturdy armor and equipped with sharp weapons, definitely elite among elite troops.

Was Zhang Feiyan showing off his might?

Ding Ling raised his eyebrows and instructed Zhao Feng to lead two thousand soldiers to stand at a distance of a hundred meters.

He and Zhao Yun, riding horses, approached the center between the two armies.

Ding Ling stared directly at the opposition.

He immediately saw the person surrounded by their troops.

The person was clad in General Armor, wearing a golden helmet, holding a spear, and had a Treasure Saber hanging from his waist, looking majestic, with an imposing kingly aura!

"Zhang Feiyan?"

Ding Ling looked directly and said.

"Ding Ling?"

The person with the Treasure Saber squinted and examined Ding Ling; it was clearly Zhang Feiyan.

Seeing Ding Ling daring to come with just two people for negotiations, he admired Ding Ling’s courage but couldn’t resist a clear shout. His mount neighed, and he quickly surged forward.

A few generals behind him, each fierce in appearance, though uniquely so, followed him.

They glared at Ding Ling with weapon-ready hostility, vigilance, and tension.

"Indeed a young hero."

Zhang Feiyan approached, complimenting Ding Ling’s extraordinary aura and youth.

Ding Ling slightly raised an eyebrow.

Zhang Feiyan had a bold presence, dare to compliment even knowing he captured Li Damu and others; no wonder he later led hundreds of thousands of troops, rampant in Black Mountain, leaving Yuan Shao and others helpless!

Such spirit is not something ordinary people possess.

"Let’s not waste words."

Ding Ling steadied himself, getting straight to the point:

"I want to discuss that people from Black Mountain should restrain their troops from raiding in Changshan County."