Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

“Help…Help! Someone is killing me!!!”

The cries for help startled a group of gray pigeons, which flew into the sky.

In the back alley filled with tangled electric wires, seven or eight young and strong workers tumbled out of the guesthouse, fell down the three steps at the door, and crawled out in a panic.

The helmet rolled off, and the bearded man saw someone coming over, so he grabbed the other person's trouser leg and shouted for help:

"Quick, quick! Quick!! Brothers... Call the police! Jiang Yuan is here, he wants to kill people!!! He wants to kill us all!!!"

"Yes!!! Call the police!!! Otherwise this cult leader will kill us all!!!"

"First, the Church of the Last Law is not a cult, and the Holy Lord is not the leader of a cult."

The gray-haired man with a passerby face stood where he was and answered calmly.

Everyone: "Huh?"

The men thought they were going deaf.

"Secondly, since the Holy Lord wants to kill you, he must have his reasons."

Qiu Ci swung his hand to the side, and a silver-black steel blade appeared, as long as an arm, with the word "Immortality" written on it.

The laser sword can only be used in the game. This is his other blade called Immortal, which can be used in daily life.

"We can't trouble the Holy Lord to do it."

He raised his arms, ready to resolve the problem of faith.

"Wait...wait, you two are in the same group...!?"

The men were so frightened that their jaws dropped. Their faces turned pale and they trembled like sieves. They only wished that their parents had not given them two more legs!

"Have mercy, sir! We were wrong! We will never dare to brag again!!!"

However, Qiu Ci only listened to one person and immediately raised his knife to kill the bearded man at his feet.

The blade's light was dazzling and the head was about to fall to the ground, but a shout stopped the killing in time.

“CiCi! Stop it!!!”

Jiang Yuan ran out of the store and said:

"Don't kill people! I didn't say I wanted to kill them! They misunderstood!!!"

Just now, Jiang Yuan just wanted to scare these gossipers, but before he could finish his sentence, these people dropped their lunch boxes and fled out of the guesthouse.

Then I was bumped into by Qiu Ci.

"clear."

Qiuci sorted out the whole story:

"So you are the ones who are asking for death? Fine, I will grant your wish."

The Cyberman, whose thoughts were clear, said this before raising his arm again to chop someone down.

Everyone burst into tears: “No no no no no no ahh ...

*

A few minutes later, after Jiang Yuan's repeated mediation, Qiu Ci finally gave up the attack.

All the workers fled in all directions, leaving only the owner of the guesthouse, who stood huddled at the door of the shop in fear, not daring to go in.

Back in the room, they packed their luggage.

Qiu Ci lowered his head: "Sorry, Lord, I went out to do something and came back late."

"It's okay." Jiang Yuan waved his hand and asked:

"By the way, Cici, did you see the salad I packed last night? I put it on the bedside table."

Qiu Ci said as a matter of course: "It's lost."

"What?! I just bought it, why did you throw it away!" Jiang Yuan covered his heart, feeling heartbroken.

Qiu Ci said seriously, "Just eating grass is not nutritious, not to mention that the weather is getting warmer now, and those rotten leaves have already wilted for the most part, and are not suitable for eating."

Jiang Yuan: "Huh...? Then what should I eat?"

At this moment, there was a regular knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock."

"Hello, your takeaway order has arrived."

Jiang Yuan: "Takeout?"

Qiu Ci opened the door directly and saw a group of young people in pure black takeout uniforms standing in a row at the door in an orderly manner.

There were eight people, each holding a double-layered exquisite wooden box in their hands. The words and logo of "St. Venus Hotel" were printed on their chests and the exquisite packaging of the food.

Both their appearance and temperament as well as the takeaway food in their hands were out of place in this guesthouse. The impact of the disparity between the rich and the poor and the class gap seemed extremely abrupt.

This hotel was the six-star hotel that Jiang Yuan was reluctant to stay in last night. Unexpectedly, Qiu Ci still went there to order takeout.

He borrowed a large round table from the owner of the guesthouse. Ten minutes later, all the delivery men left, leaving Jiang Yuan sitting in front of the old large round table, staring at the delicious dishes that were neatly arranged and still steaming on the table with an indescribable look on his face.

Jiang Yuan: "So, you were busy with this this morning?"

"Yes." Qiuci nodded and introduced them one by one:

"Considering that the Holy Lord only eats vegetarian food now, I specially went to them to order vegetarian boiled cabbage, vegetarian Buddha jumps over the wall, vegetarian roast duck, vegetarian twice-cooked pork... I checked the ingredients, and most of the meat is soy products and special mushrooms, without any meat. I also asked them to disinfect all the cooking equipment three times separately."

"It's too much trouble. It must cost you a lot of money..." Jiang Yuan originally thought that he could just go to the entrance of the alley and order some fried rice without egg.

"It is my duty to let the Holy Lord have a decent meal." Qiu Ci sat aside contentedly, poured Jiang Yuan a glass of freshly squeezed Panax notoginseng cucumber and vegetable juice, and couldn't help but sigh about the past.

"The Holy Lord was a meat lover at first. You even led us to raid the cafeteria at night just because Aunt Wu in the cafeteria didn't put a few slices of zombie meat in. We collected evidence, took photos, and wrote to the Ministry of Education, complaining that the vice president accepted bribes, let unscrupulous companies win the bid for the cafeteria, and tampered with the students' food.

In the end, it was you who made it possible for the whole school to have fresh meat to eat.”

Having said that, the gray-haired man frowned and clenched the glass bottle in his hand.

"But now, you actually tell me that you! don't! eat! meat!!!"

Jiang Yuan took the cup of vegetable and fruit juice and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, you're overthinking it. Tastes will always change."

"Don't act in front of me. Was it that stinky cop who did this?"

"puff----!!!"

Jiang Yuan covered his mouth, and the fruit and vegetable juice went into his trachea, almost choking him to death:

“----Ahem!----! No!! How did you come up with this?!?!”

This train of thought is too absurd! Jiang Yuan thought.

"I can tell from your daily habits. You eat the cheapest food, wear the cheapest clothes, live in the worst place..." Qiu Ci felt more and more uncomfortable as he spoke.

Last night he watched all the way, the once glamorous Jiang Yuan who had no concept of money, now had to smile for a long time with the hotel owner even for ten dollars, which made Qiu Ci's transformed heart ache all night long. He tossed and turned, unable to turn off his phone.

"The Holy Lord must have suffered a lot over the years."

"It's not as bad as you say!" Jiang Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears. He said in defense:

"Besides, how did you connect this matter to Yu Du? We haven't known each other for long!"

"We haven't known each other for long?" Qiu Ci asked suspiciously, "Then can you hug and kiss on the Magpie Bridge?"

The white-haired scoundrel blushed: "No...it's not a kiss, I already said it's a treatment...!"

Qiuci: "Don't quibble. Shuangxi told me a long time ago that you two were hugging each other in the game last time! How could you have just met? It must be him! He abused the Holy Lord to the state he is in now!!!"

"Alright! Let's both take a step back!" Jiang Yuan was too lazy to argue with this guy and said directly:

"In the future, I will definitely eat well, drink well, and use everything well. I will have three meals a day, and I will not miss any of them. They will be nutritious and absolutely correct! As for you, please stop wrongly accusing Xiao Yuer! He has helped me a lot, and it is not easy. We can't be ungrateful, right?"

"Really?"

"Really! Why did I lie to you!"

Qiu Ci stared at the Holy Lord's face and observed for a few seconds, confirming that Jiang Yuan might not have lied.

"Okay." After a psychological struggle, he said:

"For the sake of the Holy Lord, I will be more polite to him in the future."

Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Finally, after Jiang Yuan's efforts, the entire vegetarian banquet was not finished, and several dishes were not even touched.

Lord Jiang felt so distressed that he had to repack all the food and take it away to eat in the evening.

*

After the catastrophe, the sky was cloudless and blue, and the sun was so bright that it was almost scorching.

Qiu Ci led Jiang Yuan on the road to the Vatican.

In order to reduce trouble, Jiang Yuan covered himself tightly as always: a black baseball cap to cover his white hair, a mask to cover his face, an ordinary loose white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and a pair of pirated white Converse shoes.

Walking in the warm sunshine, this bargain-priced, three-no product outfit makes him look like he's in a big-brand counter, with a lazy vibe.

Qiu Ci cut his hair into a black crew cut, wore black-framed glasses, and his face became ordinary. He wore a plaid shirt, black casual pants, and flip-flops, looking like a classic seasoned programmer.

The closer you get to the inner ring of Xijing, the more severely damaged the road becomes. Roadside trees lie in a mess, and there are traces of blasting everywhere. The municipal departments are working overtime, and the sirens of repair vehicles can be heard one after another. Every few steps, there is a string of cars rear-ending each other. People coming and going everywhere can only walk with difficulty.

Jiang Yuan looked around and asked curiously, "By the way, you haven't told me yet, where is the current location of the Holy See?"

"Holy Lord, you can guess." Qiu Ci kept it a secret:

"In a very hidden place, where people come and go, and it's not easy to find, it's definitely something you wouldn't expect."

"Unexpected? Interesting." Jiang Yuan was intrigued and pointed to the left side of the road, saying:

"In the sewer east of Spring Hill Park?"

Qiu Ci shook his head: "No."

Jiang Yuan pointed to the right side of the road and asked, "Are those storage rooms on the top floor of Xingguang Shopping Mall that have not been used for thousands of years?"

Qiu Ci shook his head: "Not really."

"Then the train station is just ahead. Could it be out of town?" Having said that, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt something was wrong without waiting for Qiu Ci to answer.

"Wait..." He stuffed the takeaway bag into his companion's hand.

Qiuci: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yuan: "It's okay. I just drank too much beverage and truffle soup. My stomach is full. Wait for me to go to the toilet."

The man in the black baseball cap said this as he trotted into the public toilet next to the train station.

Qiu Ci looked at his back, silent.

The fragmented light filtered by the tree shadows flowed through the small window above the toilet and onto the old beige floor tiles.

The white mist was thick, and the scent of sandalwood perfectly covered up the pungent smell of the toilet.

This men's restroom is not big. There are six squat toilets behind the row of urinals. One of them is under maintenance, but it is generally clean.

The place in front of the old train station is kept clean, so there must be someone who cleans it regularly.

The waterfall dropped three or four feet straight down, and Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"call......"

When I turned around, I found Qiuci following in with takeaway food.

"What? Cyborgs also need to pee...?"

Jiang Yuan was halfway through his joke when he felt something was wrong.

He watched as a strange smile full of expectation gradually appeared on Qiu Ci's face. The smile on his own face gradually disappeared, and he felt something was not right.

".......The Holy See will not......"

"You are worthy of being the Holy Lord. You guessed it so quickly." Qiu Ci closed his eyes helplessly, convinced.

He walked behind Jiang Yuan, freed one hand, moved the warning sign "Under Maintenance" on the door of the second-to-last cubicle, turned the door open, revealing a spacious space inside that was more than twice as large as the other cubicles.

On the wall of the space, there stood a dark and exquisite wooden door.

On the door, there is a carving of a silver-white Gothic church in the mist. The spire above the church is full of mummies, and the bottom is filled with inverted cross graves. In the center of the sky, a large group of bats are surrounding the blood-red waning moon.

It was the Guimen that Jiang Yuan had taken over as the center of Vatican activities.

Cyber ​​believers devoutly declared:

"Holy Lord, welcome home!"

In front of the cracked urinal, Jiang Shenzi had a myocardial infarction. His palm trembled and he almost hurt his hand.