Longing

Ning Yuyu's message caught Yimo off guard, and he instinctively sent back three question marks.

Yimo: I'm alive and well, okay?! You're the one who's going to die!

Yimo: What happened? Miss Ning, don't panic. Take your time and tell me!

Actually, the moment Yimo saw Ning Yuyu's message, he'd already suspected that she had something to do with the Death Game players investigating him.

But!

When he thought about it carefully, the two of them had only met after coming out of the Death Game, and the timing didn't seem to add up.

Ning Yuyu: Uncle, you're going to die! In your next two Death Games, you might run into Death Game players above level 50!

Ning Yuyu: If you enter a game, you'll definitely be an easy kill! Death Game players above level 50 are all incredibly strong!

Ning Yuyu: I suggest you don't queue for a game yet. If you absolutely have to play, bring me along-your reliable, mature woman—and I can guarantee your safety!

Yimo: Why do I feel like bringing you along would make it more likely I'd die...

Yimo: How do you know I might run into Death Game players above level 50 in my next two games? Who told you?

Yimo didn't believe that after leaving the game, Ning Yuyu had suddenly figured something like this out on her own.

Ning Yuyu: A friend of mine told me. I wanted her to help you, but she refused, and she was being so damn irritating. How awful!

Ning Yuyu: Uncle, my friend said she investigated you before because of some things. Someone's definitely got their eyes on you, so be careful.

Ning Yuyu: Also, she said there's something wrong with your Death Games. The system's rating of your strength is a little too high,