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

"Don't be afraid."

The godlike boy was reflected in the dark pupils again.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, facing the golden Buddha light, and smiling at the red-skinned little ghost with a warm and clear smile, as dreamy as a bubble from the void, which frightened the little ghost so much that he forgot his cowardice.

"With me here, no one dares to bully you."

Jiang Yuan said gently.

*

A pool of calm blue water, with a fresh and wonderful fragrance wafting through the fairy mist.

After the little ghost successfully got ashore, scriptures appeared in the wordless heavenly book.

There are less than five hours left, and there are more than eight hundred volumes of scriptures.

Time is tight and the task is heavy. The teachers and top students each picked up a book and began to frantically flip through the classics, looking for ways to exorcise evil spirits.

During this period, Jiang Yuan was responsible for taking care of the evil spirits.

This task is up to him.

Ever since he put the school uniform on the little boy's head, this thin coat has become a protective shell for the little boy.

This guy was already thin and small, and now he was like a snail, hiding himself from head to toe in his school uniform, with only his messy hair sticking out.

When Yu Sinian walked over, he saw Jiang Yuan sitting cross-legged on the ground, communicating with the kid in a friendly manner through their school uniforms.

Jiang Yuan: "Gah."

The little ghost imitated quietly: "...Gah."

Jiang Yuan: “Wow!”

The kid smirked, "Wow wow wow."

"Here you are communicating with the monsters in the game again." Yu Sinian had long been accustomed to his friend's strange behavior, and said helplessly:

"If you weren't so weird, more girls would like you."

He glanced around and motioned Jiang Yuan to look for himself.

Now there are quite a few students gathered around them, observing the strange interaction between Jiang Yuan and the little ghost intentionally or unintentionally.

As the top school idol in the whole grade, Jiang Yuan has always been a legendary figure among the students.

But his travel research society and various rumors about entering and exiting strange caves have cast a dangerous and terrifying shadow on this legend.

This makes many people keep their distance from him, dare only admire him from afar and dare not get too close to him.

For example, now, Jiang Yuan actually dares to get so close to the evil ghost!

Too dangerous!

It's just like dancing on a grave and committing suicide!

But in Jiang Yuan's eyes, no matter human players, game monsters, or sect leaders, they are all a group of creatures with self-awareness, selfishness, desires, good, evil and other messy things.

It makes no difference.

So he couldn't do anything about being treated as a weirdo.

"Why do I need so many people to like me? It's so tiring." Jiang Yuan stretched his body and said to his friend coquettishly:

"I just have you guys."

"Screw you."

Young Master Yu cursed with disdain and was about to sit down, but the little devil quickly shrank and hid behind Jiang Yuan.

He peeked out one eye from the seam of his school uniform, quietly observing this handsome young man with a distinguished temperament.

Yu Sinian threw out a bottle of something.

"Give him some treatment."

Master Yu said, "Otherwise he will die before he finds the scripture."

Jiang Yuan took the bottle and found that it was a commonly used treatment medicine. He was surprised and said, "Didn't the teacher say that the medicine had been used up? Where did you get this from?"

Yu Sinian pointed at a few senior schoolmates who were secretly looking at him from behind.

"They still have a little left. I borrowed it from them and will return it when I get back."

Jiang Yuan didn't expect the young master to be so attentive today, and said with a smile: "Good deeds will bring good results, Yu Yuzi will be rewarded."

Yu Sinian: "Don't try to fool me with this."

This ointment is called [Fu Fu Ling], which is the most common therapeutic medicine in the game. It cannot be used or taken out in reality, but when put into the game, it has a good recovery effect on some cuts and cracks.

Now the little ghost's body is covered with scars of all sizes, new and old ones piled up together, some of which are so deep that the bone is exposed, and it hurts just to look at them.

But he was obviously used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Jiang Yuan held the medicine bottle and stretched out his hand to show the kid in the school uniform a few wiping motions.

Then he squeezed a little ointment onto his fingers, gently lifted the little ghost's claw, and gently spread it evenly on a bone-exposing wound on the back of his hand.

In the world of evil spirits, there is only killing and being killed, and there is no concept of treatment, so the little ghost was a little resistant at first and subconsciously wanted to escape.

But after realizing that the boy had no ill intentions and was just touching him, he quickly stopped moving.

After he found that the wound began to heal with a tingling sensation after applying the ointment, the little ghost opened his eyes wide in surprise, and was once again certain that the people here were all gods.

He squatted there obediently, allowing the boy's white fingers to reach into his school uniform and rub his rough body.

The intimate touch that the little ghost had never felt before made his cold body temperature rise uncontrollably.

So weird...

He pulled his school uniform tighter unnaturally.

On the other hand, the task of searching for the scriptures encountered some minor troubles.

Because the scriptures were too obscure and difficult to understand, with traditional Chinese characters and no annotations, even the teachers had to read each page several times before they could vaguely understand the content.

An hour later, most people hadn't even finished half of the book.

Seeing that time was getting more and more urgent, everyone was getting anxious.

"I found it!"

Quan Wuxia, who was squatting in the corner, suddenly raised his hand and found the scripture that recorded the method of saving ghosts.

When everyone walked over to check, they found that there were more than a dozen scriptures piled next to the one-eyed boy, all of which had been flipped through by him. They couldn't help but marvel at the sight.

Especially Quan Wuxia’s class teacher.

Seeing that his student was so talented, he was so happy that he kept praising Xiaoquan for his intelligence and said that he would be a good candidate to become an abbot in the future.

This scared Quan Wuxia.

The petite boy quickly shook his head and refused, saying that he already had someone he liked and would never see through the world!

The head teacher’s smile froze:?

what did you say?

The last hour.

Based on the principle of "since they are already here", before the last session, teachers and students took out their mobile phones, some took photos, some took group photos, and gathered around the Pure Land of Bliss to check in as a souvenir.

Jiang Yuan wanted to take a photo with Xiao Gui, but with the help of his friends, it ended up being a group photo of the Game Research Society.

As the game came to an end, the atmosphere became more and more relaxed and cheerful.

Seeing that Luo Zhuying was about to drag Yu Sinian and sail the white boat to leave a message to the Buddha that they had been there, the dean quickly stopped the activity, asked everyone to gather together, and started the final stage.

Save ghosts.

This part is not difficult, just read the scriptures.

Jiang Yuan led the little ghost to sit in the open space, and the teachers and students sat around them in three layers inside and three layers outside.

This posture was a bit intimidating. The little ghost looked at Jiang Yuan uncomfortably: "Uh ah..."

Jiang Yuan patted his back gently and said soothingly: "It's okay, I will be with you."

Although he didn't understand, the little ghost immediately calmed down when he saw the boy's smile.

He believed in his heart that he would not hurt him.

Under the guidance of a teacher with a loud voice, all the teachers and students in the school recited the scriptures one by one.

The characters are straight and round, sonorous and powerful.

The reading of the scriptures had the effect of a high school oath-taking ceremony.

As the little ghost heard the scriptures, his originally fearful and restless heart gradually calmed down. His consciousness was pulled by an invisible force and sank into a peaceful ocean.

It's getting heavier and heavier.

Under the messy hair, his dark eyes were dim, his eyelids were drooping, and his consciousness was in a state of confusion.

The claws that had been tightly grasping Jiang Yuan's palm loosened uncontrollably and dropped...

Ten minutes later, the little ghost fell headfirst into Jiang Yuan's lap and fell asleep.

After another two or three minutes, a layer of golden light appeared on the sleeping ghost's body, and his red skin faded. He began to turn into stars and dissipated from his feet...

dissipate......

remove.....

Scatter....

...

..

.

Soon, all the little ghosts turned into stars, circling and flying above the Pure Land of Bliss, getting farther and farther away.

Looking up at the starry sky, Jiang Yuan smiled wistfully and waved goodbye.

"Goodbye, little one."

“---------Boom---------!”

The sound of wooden fish.

The salvation was successful!

On the other side of the lotus pond, the Buddha smiled calmly and returned to his kind and gentle appearance at the beginning of the game.

He flicked his fingers, and in the hands of every player, a few crystal-clear top-grade pearls and jades appeared, and a golden mysterious door suddenly appeared out of thin air.

This means the game is over and they can go home.

When the mysterious door emitting a faint golden light opened, the first group of students stepped onto the sparse grass of the playground again and smelled the familiar smell of the plastic track. Everyone looked dazed.

Just one day seems like a lifetime ago.

They couldn't even believe that they had managed to escape the extinction game so easily alive.

Instead of dying on the way to purgatory, or being slapped to death by the Buddha.

More than a thousand people walked out of the golden gate in the center of the playground.

There were people standing all around.

There are fully armed executives, exhausted parents, teachers' families, principals, doctors and nurses ready to rescue the wounded, reporters, and various logistical support personnel.

They watched quietly as the group of students and teachers walked out of the destructive door one by one safely.

Everyone held their breath, and no one dared to speak until the last person came out.

I’m afraid of puncturing this incredible dream.

Suddenly, someone asked a question.

"I...we're back?"

"We...are back!!!"

"We are back alive!!!"

In an instant, a thunderous cheer erupted inside and outside the playground, and the clouds in the sky shook three times.

*

The golden door closed.

The game ended, and the entire space of Paradise began to dissipate.

The lotus pond turned into golden particles, like a plate of loose sand, spreading between heaven and earth.

The Buddha still sat there, motionless.

After a moment, the giant gently spread out his palm, and a thin boy with pale pink skin and wearing a clean school uniform was squatting there.

The long-haired kid stood up with a confused look on his face, not knowing why he ended up in the giant's palm.

"You and that person have a connection."

The Buddha did not open his mouth. These words were transmitted to the little ghost's mind through the sound of his heart, allowing him to directly understand the meaning of the words.

The little ghost was overjoyed to hear that he still had a connection with that god.

This means that he will be able to see him again in the future!

Unexpectedly, the Buddha said again: "This knot is a knot, and it is also a calamity."

Tribulation?

Disaster, catastrophe!

Will I hurt him?!

The little ghost stared in horror and opened his mouth eagerly, but he couldn't speak, and could only utter hoarse and unpleasant questions from his throat.

“Uh huh?!?”

The Buddha seemed to understand his babbling and asked, "Then are you willing to help him?"

help?

How to help!

Of course I'd help him!

He is the best, I would do anything for him!

"Ugh!!!"

The little ghost nodded rapidly, fearing that if he answered too slowly, the disaster would suddenly fall on the boy's head and smash him to pieces.

"Okay, in that case, I will lend you a hand."

The Buddha was very satisfied with the little ghost's attitude and said:

"But there is one condition that you need to know..."