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

The dim kerosene lamp hung in the middle of the low cabin, making people dizzy.

A childish voice sounded from the darkness.

"Where is this? It's so dark... Grandma... I'm so scared, wuwuwu!"

"Don't be afraid, little treasure. This is a place for playing games. Don't cry."

"Auntie, could you please ask your child to be quiet? Don't attract the monsters."

"Can't you see I'm coaxing you? Haven't you ever been a child? You look down on others without even considering your own moral character. You really have no manners at all!"

"Hey, fuck you! What the hell is that old witch talking about? Can she speak human language?"

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, don't be like this! Let's talk it over nicely! We're all teammates now, don't hurt the relationship!"

"Why are there so many people..."

"Wa ...

Afterwards, the middle-aged woman's witty remarks broke the embarrassing darkness, and the originally silent and cold cabin quickly became lively and full of joy.

In an unnoticed corner, a man wearing a fisherman's hat was squatting in a dirty corner in a sloppy manner. His eyebrows and eyes were dull behind his sunglasses, and he looked like a salted fish without vitality and hope, blending into the environment.

Just now, Jiang Yuan seemed to have caught his first fish in seven years. I say seemed to have caught it because the fishing line sank. He was surprised at first, then overjoyed. He pulled the rod hard and stepped back with his right foot. Before he could even see the fish, he appeared here the next second.

Apparently, he accidentally came across a strange cave and was pulled into the game.

Unfortunately, I almost caught a fish.

Jiang Yuan sighed heavily, collected his thoughts, and glanced around the room.

There were old junk piled up around the room, with a crude wooden ladder in the middle, and the whole thing exuded a dull, salty, and rotten smell.

The ground was shaking, the walls were rough, and all covered with rust caused by long-term erosion by the sea breeze, as well as years of knife and axe damage. Most importantly, there were all kinds of rusty, incredible iron chains hanging on the wall.

This is most likely a prison cell located underneath the pirate ship.

The start was not friendly and it looked like someone could die at any minute, but Jiang Yuan was never afraid of horror games. He was only afraid of other players.

It is now widely rumored that Jiang Yuan is dead and the world is at peace. If he were to be found alive, his enemies and creditors would surely line up to seek revenge on him.

The life that has finally calmed down will be disrupted again.

No, I have to hide my identity, complete the game without anyone noticing, and leave without a trace, Jiang Yuan thought.

He casually wiped a handful of tar from the ground and smeared it on his face. Then he sat there and silently observed the other players.

Including him, there are nine people in this room.

The little boy and the middle-aged woman are from the same family, and the five men who are arguing with the woman are in the same group.

In addition, there was another person who was sitting in the darkness opposite him, just like him, observing the situation coldly.

"Come on! I don't want to waste time talking to you. Report the case to the police! I have to finish the fight early because I have to go home to cook!" After arguing with the group of scholars, the aunt took out her cell phone and made a call.

Jiang Yuan frowned slightly, the situation was not good.

Falling into a mysterious hole in the game, calling the security department for help is a routine operation, but now, with him, the former cult leader, here, the nature of the situation is different.

What's more, most of the executive officers hated him so much that if they heard that he was still alive, they would set up a three-layer defense system inside and outside the game to capture him before the game was over.

"Hello? Is this the Security Department?"

No, we have to stop her.

Jiang Yuan was about to stand up, but the man in the shirt who had been acting as a peacemaker during the quarrel took a step forward and grabbed the old lady's cell phone.

"I want to report...Oh! What are you doing!" The old lady held the phone in her arms and cursed angrily!

The man in the shirt smiled and rubbed his hands: "Hey, Auntie, let's talk it out, don't report it to the police. It's not a big game, there are only a few people, we can cooperate with each other and use our brains to get through it, why bother the executive officer?"

The aunt's eyes turned and she said, "Oh, I see. You guys... want to keep the props for yourself, right?"

"Look at what you said, then everyone must have a share. You can call the executives over. According to the rules, they should also get a share, and maybe even the lion's share. Why bother? Let's settle it privately, and then divide the pearls, jade, and props equally..." The man leaned close to the aunt's ear, appealed to her emotions, and explained the reason to her. It seemed that the aunt was about to be fooled.

But your aunt is your aunt after all, and she insisted: "No, I don't trust you, I want to report it to the police, hey...!"

Brother Wang, who was standing by, couldn't hold back any longer and snatched the phone away, ready to smash it at the old lady: "You damned old woman, go tell your mother! Use it to announce your own death!"

The old lady desperately tried to grab the phone, screaming, "I knew you scums were no good! Help!"

When Xiaobao saw someone bullying his grandmother, he started to cry again: "Wow!! You are not allowed to bully my grandmother! Bad people!! Wuuwuwu wow!! Bad people!"

The game hasn't even started yet, but the players have already started an internal quarrel. Jiang Yuan coldly watched the other side's reaction. Sure enough, soon, a slender hand stretched out from the darkness behind the man called Brother Wang and took back the old lady's phone.

"I'll give you two choices. Let her report it to the police, or lie down from now on until the end of the game."

The young man's voice was clear and sharp. He emerged from the darkness, stood in front of the middle-aged men like a crane among chickens, and returned the phone to the aunt.

He wore a black mask, a black velvet sweater, a loose and lazy gray-white suit, and shiny black leather shoes, spotless, exuding elegance and nobility. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his outstanding temperament was definitely not that of an ordinary person.

He stood in the dim light, like a fashion model preparing for a ghost ship-themed photo shoot, making the people around him look like behind-the-scenes staff.

Jiang Yuan looked at the man's familiar, cat-like sharp eyes and eyebrows, and his heart trembled, as if his chest was hit hard by something.

"Hey, where did this pretty boy come from? He really thinks he's someone important?" Brother Wang was angry. He never tolerated such useless people. He was about to snatch the old lady's mobile phone to stop her from reporting the case.

The young man was ruthless and said few words. A cold light flashed, a sharp wind blew in his face, and a silver spear carved with snow patterns was instantly placed across Brother Wang's thick neck. If he took another step forward, blood would splatter in all directions and heads would fall to the ground.

The entire cabin suddenly became quiet.

Only Xiaobao saw the silver spear and immediately screamed, "Xue...Ying?!"

"It's Brother Luoshen's Snow Shadow! ... It's Brother Luoshen!!! Grandma!! Brother Luoshen is here to save us!"

"Luo Shen? Xueying?! Are you Luo Mingdeng?!" The old lady who had just finished calling the police was also surprised, and then she smiled happily: "Mingdeng, why are you here too?!"

"I came out for a walk during my break, and got swept in when I went to buy a cup of coffee." The young man put away his spear, took off his mask, and frankly revealed his exquisite and handsome face.

A bald fat man was puzzled: "Luo Mingdeng? Who is he? Is he famous?"

"Tsk, it's not so bad." Brother Wang took a step back, rolled his eyes, and said disdainfully: "A recent popular gaming star, nicknamed Luoshen, those stupid women are obsessed with him and are more filial to him than seeing their biological father."

There was a sour taste between the lines, and it was obvious that the popularity of this star made him very unhappy.

No wonder this person looks so familiar, Jiang Yuan thought.

He knew Luo Mingdeng, not only knew him, but they were quite familiar with each other.

At that time, Luo Mingdeng was not called Luoshen. He was just a sickly kid lying in bed every day. He was far from being as aggressive as he is now.

Jiang Yuan committed many evil deeds and owed a lot of bad debts outside. Luo Mingdeng could be considered one of his enemies and creditors, but he didn't owe him much, he was just his brother.

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Luo Mingdeng was born in a wealthy and happy family of four. However, during a trip, the family accidentally fell into a strange cave and got caught in a game.

The parents sacrificed their lives so that the two brothers could complete the game.

Xiao Mingdeng suffered serious injuries in the game, with his internal organs severely damaged. He had to lie in bed for a long time. His eight-year-old brother Luo Zhuying took care of his parents' funeral and took on the responsibility of taking care of his younger brother alone.

However, misfortunes never come singly. Since the two brothers were minors at the time, guardianship fell into the hands of their uncle, who, together with his aunt, took away all the inheritance left by their parents and only gave them a tiny amount of living expenses every month, which was not even enough to pay for Xiao Mingdeng's medicine.

Of course, for them, it would be better if Xiao Mingdeng died, so that they could save a lot of money for their daughter to study abroad.

The elder brother had no choice but to work illegally to earn money while taking care of his younger brother. Finally, he had no choice but to ask the school for a leave of absence.

Jiang Yuan and Luo Zhuying are classmates, competing for the top spot in the grade. But after learning about the experiences of the Luo brothers, Jiang Yuan took the initiative to drag Luo Zhuying to join his adventure club.

After a few games, he gave the most valuable item to Luo Zhuying and asked him to sell it for money, thus solving his urgent problem in one fell swoop.

As a result, Luo Zhuying became Jiang Yuan's right-hand man, following Jiang Yuan's lead and following him through thick and thin.

But due to the death of his parents, Luo Zhuying has an almost perverted obsession with his younger brother Luo Mingdeng.

Because he was worried that his fragile younger brother would get hurt again, he always locked Xiao Mingdeng at home, had all his school classes online, and never allowed his younger brother to go out. The relationship between the brothers was very tense.

Whenever Jiang Yuan visited their home, he would often see the strange sight of brothers swearing at each other.

Little Luo Mingdeng was in the kitchen, cutting vegetables while scolding his brother for being a perverted lunatic and a control freak. Luo Zhuying was cooking nearby, scolding his younger brother for being a conscienceless, ungrateful and ungrateful wolf. But no matter how his younger brother resisted, the controlling older brother would not let Luo Mingdeng leave the house.

Because he was afraid that his brother would encounter a strange cave when going out.

Of course Jiang Yuan is an exception.

After all, Guidong is afraid of Jiang Yuan.

So Luo Zhuying allowed Jiang Yuan to take his younger brother out occasionally. As a result, little Luo Mingdeng was very attached to Jiang Yuan. He looked forward to brother Jiang taking him out to play every day and almost treated him as his own brother.

Until Jiang Yuan went mad and took Luo Zhuying to fight all over the country. In the end, he made a wrong decision with all his might, which caused Luo Mingdeng to lose his brother forever.

Although the brothers quarreled until the last time they saw each other, Luo Zhuying was Luo Mingdeng's last relative in this world. Jiang Yuan felt very sorry for killing her...

so......

I must not be recognized by Xiao Mingdeng! Jiang Yuan made up his mind secretly.

Returning her sight to the cabin, the old lady looked at Luo Mingdeng, smoothed her hair again, and couldn't stop smiling: "Oh, Mingdeng, if you had told me it was you earlier, I wouldn't have called the police. With you here, I'm not afraid of these bastards!"

Brother Wang snorted angrily, but didn't say anything.

Luo Mingdeng ignored them and turned sideways to look at the last person who was still hiding in the darkness.

"I'm not worried about them. I'm worried about this man in sunglasses who is sitting here hiding his identity and hasn't said a word so far."

His tone was calm, but to the point.

Only then did everyone notice that there was actually one last person sitting in the corner!

He was wearing a hat with its brim pulled down very low, his eyes were covered by sunglasses, his body was as steady as an old dog, he was hiding in the darkness, his face could not be seen, he was mysterious and unpredictable, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Yuan, full of scrutiny and vigilance. Especially Luo Mingdeng, whose sharp eyes narrowed slightly, piercing directly at Jiang Yuan as if he could see through his identity directly.

Although Luo Mingdeng couldn't see the other person's face clearly, just the general outline made him feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

His intuition told him that there was something seriously wrong with this person.

that's the truth.

The cult leader Jiang Yuan, who was on the run, sighed in his heart. This kid not only became a big star, but he also had a very sharp eye.

Under everyone's scrutiny, he slowly reached his hand behind his back, groping for something.

Luo Mingdeng frowned slightly and vigilantly gripped the rifle in his hand. The men also held their mobile phones, ready to use their weapons at any time. The auntie nearby hurriedly protected Xiaobao behind her to avoid hurting the child.

The man slowly stood up, and in the darkness came the sound of a thin object hammering on the ground.

"clatter----"

“Who is this person...?!” the aunt looked surprised.

"Da---Da--Da----"

The man limped out from the shadows, holding a long black stick.

He was a bit hunchbacked, wearing a camel-colored fisherman's hat, with short, pale hair showing under the brim. His cheap black sunglasses had several cracks on them. His face was dirty, his body was covered in oil stains, and his voice was hoarse, mixed with southern dialect. He spoke to the crowd incoherently:

"Everyone... please be kind... I haven't eaten for three days..."

He turned out to be a lame, blind beggar who was starving to death!