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

"Hahahahaha!!!"

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The girl's question was like a huge joke, which amused all the executives present.

Yuguan Yuele said: "Look at what you are asking. We have gone to hell, not become immortals. Do you still expect us to live forever?"

Players:......

It seems that this is indeed the case...

However, a few women were still worried and asked with their limited metaphysical knowledge:

"But if it turns into sand, will it be that the soul will be scattered and the body and spirit will be destroyed?"

"If there is a way to reincarnate, then the officers don't have to turn into sand?"

Yu Guanyue said generously: "Everyone will die eventually, not to mention that we are so strong, it will be a long time before we turn into sand!"

He seemed to deliberately avoid the topic of reincarnation.

Jiang Yuan was thinking about it, and with a glance, he noticed that the boy in school uniform hid his hands behind his back, with his five fingers tucked into the loose sleeves to prevent him from seeing.

The black-haired God Son retracted his gaze and asked, "Senior Yu, how long does it take for an ordinary ghost to become a withered ghost?"

Yu Guanyue: "It depends on the strength of the soul. As far as I know, the shortest is ten years, and the longest is about twenty years."

The man grinned and said confidently: "But from the current perspective, we are likely to exceed this number."

The shortest is ten years...

The skin on the boy's face was white and pink, but his fingers were so white that they looked gray. When he glanced at him just now, Jiang Yuan noticed that there was a fine crack on his fingertips.

It is thinner than a hair, and you can't really see it unless you look carefully.

Although it was not serious, it was obvious that the boy was transforming into a withered ghost.

This puzzled the Son of God.

How long has this kid been in hell?

It took so much effort to be liberated, why hasn’t it been reincarnated yet?

Are you in any trouble?

*

Walking in the underground passage, the closer you get to the center of the ghost town, the more dead ghosts you will see.

When passing a branch, the gray sand had accumulated up to the calves, and the ground was covered with stretched, shriveled arms. When they heard someone coming, they all stood up, swaying in unison like a field of silver-gray flowers in the wind, with their five fingers opening and closing.

One part beautiful, three parts weird, and ten parts creepy.

Fortunately, they were just a little weird and had no lethality. Some players couldn't stand it and crushed a few swaying flower hands as they passed by, but it did not trigger any retaliation.

Finally, through a forked path, the players arrived at the meeting mansion.

This is a long-abandoned garden, only half a street away from the Palace of Yama.

It is said that the former owner of this place did many evil things and especially liked to cause trouble for the executive officers in the sand, so he was killed by his superiors.

From then on, his home became a secret hideout for the wandering knights, where they would stay when they occasionally came into the city.

After waiting for two or three hours, the other two teams arrived one after another. More than two thousand players filled the dilapidated mansion.

The minister led his men and found a way to clear out another empty house next door, thus making room for the last team.

I thought everything would go smoothly and I could finish the game smoothly.

However, the accident still happened.

An hour passed...

Two hours passed...

The last team of 700 people had not arrived yet. The players were waiting anxiously, and anxiety was gradually brewing among the crowd.

"what happened?"

"Why hasn't it arrived yet after so long?"

"Could something have happened?"

Gao Zan paced back and forth in front of the minister and said impatiently, "Logically speaking, Lao Lang's team has fewer people and they are using the side door and secret passage, so they should be the safest."

The minister, who had been sitting in the middle of the yard with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go and have a look."

He put his knife on his back, selected a few executioners, and prepared to form a team to go out and look for people.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuan immediately raised his hand and volunteered.

"Senior! Senior! I want to go too!"

Yu Guanyue shook his head: "You stay with Lao Gao and the others to protect the rest of the people. If there is any situation, retreat to the passage."

Jiang Yuan pouted: "...Okay."

Just when enough people had gathered, the executive officers put on skull masks, covered their faces with cloaks, and prepared to leave.

Sudden.

"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!!"

There was a hurried knock on the door, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. It was an old wooden door on the left side of the deserted courtyard.

Fearing that it was the ghost inspector coming to check the room, the players did not dare to open the door and hid aside. Yu Guanyue walked to the door, looked through the crack, and after seeing the identity of the person clearly, he opened the door.

“No… that’s not good!!!”

Several players stumbled in and rushed in in a panic.

"Something happened! Something terrible happened!!!"

"I, I, we met on the way here...!! That what, them!! They...they! And then!!!"

The driver in the lead was so anxious that he was out of breath.

Jiang Yuan looked at the people who broke in and felt something was wrong, but he still comforted them:

"Don't be impatient, uncle, take your time."

"Oh, oh, that's it." The driver took a deep breath, calmed down, and said:

"I...we were walking in the secret passage, everything was going smoothly, but when we turned a corner, a large group of ferocious ghost messengers appeared out of nowhere!!!"

"We fought with our superiors in every possible way, but in the end, our entire army was captured by those damned ghost messengers!"

"We stumbled into a fork in the road by mistake. Thanks to Commander Lang's protection, we had a chance to escape! He...he told us to come back quickly to get help!"

Yu Guanyue frowned and asked, "Where are they now?"

The driver said, "We were hiding in the corner just now, and secretly saw that the ghost officers were taking them with whips and chains, heading towards a particularly large memorial archway in the east."

Gao Zan understood immediately and said, "That is the entrance to the Eighteen Levels of Hell."

"If they are thrown down here, it will be troublesome. We may not be able to find them for a while."

The surrounding players immediately became anxious:

“Ah!? Then…what should we do then!?”

"Should we go and rescue them now?"

A thug urged, "Sir! Come with us now, it will be too late if you don't leave now!"

"Those ghosts!!! They killed more than a dozen players on the spot! They were so scared that their souls were scattered. Commander Lang tried to save us... but he is almost dying..."

Looking at the crying and anxious players in front of him, Jiang Yuan frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

Not many people came back. Apart from the driver who was the leader, the rest were the nine thugs who were always causing trouble and singing the opposite tune.

This is really strange.

The thugs changed their previous arrogance and acted like good guys who were eager to save people. Their acting was so poor that it was hilarious.

But he didn't understand, as fellow players, why did these people do such a thing?

Before he could figure it out, the boy in school uniform beside the Son of God had already stepped forward, pointed at the poor driver and the gangsters, and said:

"You are lying."