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

"No no no!"

The security guard waved his hands and explained: "Captain Xiao Jiang, you misunderstood! We have no ill intentions, we sincerely want you to leave first!"

The players followed up and said, "That's right! We were blind and misunderstood you before."

"Who would have thought that you, at such a young age, have such a broad mind and far-sighted wisdom? It's really...awesome!"

"Commander Jiang, I apologize for the trash talk I said to you earlier!"

"Me too! I'm sorry, Brother Jiang Shenzi! I was wrong for doubting you before!"

The civilian ghosts also echoed.

"Yes! If it weren't for the powerful Immortal Jiang, we wouldn't be able to get here!"

"Jiang Shenxian is our lifesaver! I will serve him like a slave in my next life!"

"Mr. Jiang, the great and merciful Immortal who came down to earth to save all living beings! Please accept my humble obeisance!!!"

The more they talked, the more outrageous it became. Seeing that the civilian ghosts were about to kneel down again in excitement, Jiang Yuan hurriedly stopped them:

"No, no, no! No need to be so formal. Thank you all for your kindness. Time is running out. Let's go!"

"it is good!"

Before leaving, Jiang Yuan turned around, looked at every executive officer present, and saluted:

"Thank you for your guidance and help these days, I am grateful."

If it weren't for the help of the heroes this time, even if he could win by himself, the player's survival rate would inevitably drop below 40%.

Not to mention saving so many civilian ghosts.

Yu Guanyue led the bone horse and said heroically: "Okay, I know you are sensible, let's go."

"Hahahaha, yes, Xiao Jiang, don't be so...sad." Lang Zhen laughed and suddenly choked up. He wiped his nose on Director Gao before finishing:

"Go back, your uncles won't take you to the bridge."

Gao Zan pushed Lang Zhen away and said, "Goodbye, Xiao Jiang."

"Take care, the uncles are very optimistic about you, don't let us down."

"Goodbye, if anyone in the Security Department dares to embarrass you when you return, use our leader to scare him!"

"it is good."

The young son of God smiled and nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with tears:

"Goodbye, seniors."

After saying goodbye, Jiang Yuan turned around, turned his back to the heroes, and walked towards the golden Lianzhan Bridge.

He had only taken a few steps, before he even stepped onto the bridge, when he suddenly felt dizzy, his head felt heavy, his knees felt weak, and he fell downwards.

Previously, he had used the Three-Minute Power to control the King of Hell, and the two orders to build the bridge had already drained almost all of his strength. He was exhausted just from standing, let alone walking.

Every step was painful as hell.

Cold sweat flowed down the back of his neck, across his spine, and soaked his clothes.

But at the moment he fell, a pair of small hands suddenly reached out from his side and supported him silently.

The black-haired boy looked up at Jiang Yuan and said, "Brother, can I go with you?"

Shen Zi's eyebrows curved: "Okay."

In this way, the young boy helped Jiang Yuan resolve another crisis.

The golden lotus bridge illuminated most of hell as if it were daytime.

This is the brightest light that hell has never seen since its construction.

step,

two steps,

three steps,

Lotus petals fluttered in the air, and the black hard-soled leather boots made a rustling sound as they stepped on the Liandeng Bridge.

The light and scattered touch feels like stepping on a pile of ginkgo leaves in autumn.

There is a short candle burning in each lamp. Although it is a reflection of longing, it exudes a rich and warm candle fragrance.

The white shirt of Impermanence that Jiang Yuan was wearing had long since changed from a long shirt to a short jacket after several rounds of fighting. It was so short that it could not even cover his uniform pants. The edges were full of holes and stained with a lot of gray-white soul blood, as if embroidered with a layer of ink and silver patterns.

Although his body was in tatters, it could not conceal the purity and holiness unique to the Son of God.

Just like that, he held hands with the young man in black, walked on the brilliant orange and yellow bridge, led tens of thousands of souls behind him, and walked towards the end of the game.

This grand and magnificent scene illuminated the contours of the faces of every audience member in front of the screen.

It really shocked everyone.

Since the birth of Guiyou, no one has ever been able to save so many players and NPCs in a level-annihilation game.

【He...really did it.】

[Saved the player, and also saved the game NPC... Let's not talk about whether it was necessary or not, this achievement is real, awesome. ]

[Is he really the Son of God? ]

[I always thought that [Son of the Spirit] was just a special title...]

[Now that I know Jiang Yuan is a enneagram warrior...but is this necessary? Why do we need to save the NPC?! Can't we just leave it alone? I don't think we can get more items.]

[Maybe this is Jiang Yuan's belief in the equality of all beings? ]

[What a strange outlook. I need to digest it.]

[Yuanyuan is so great! ! I will be a loyal fan of Yuanyuan from now on! ! ! ]

[Don't be led astray, if it weren't for the help of the senior executive officers, Jiang Yuan wouldn't be able to pass the final level of Hades, and there wouldn't be enough time! ]

[Are the executive officers really not coming back? Woohoo! QAQ! I kept the lights on all night long hoping they would come back! ]

[I have a feeling that Jiang Yuan’s future may usher in a brand new era.]

[He fought against Tathagata in high school, killed the King of Hell during his internship as an executive officer, and passed two levels of extinction. I dare not even imagine what he will do in the future...]

[Help, if you play games with him, you can easily win even if you are eliminated! ! This generation of players is making a fortune! If I had known this, I would have gone to the river too! ! ]

[I bet a hundred bucks that he will be able to shut down the game in the future! ]

Everyone walked to the center of the bridge. Here, the King of Hell looked up from his busy work, puzzled.

"Huh? Why did that kid follow?"

Yu Guanyue: "Which boy?"

"It's the little ghost next to Jiang Yuan." The King of Hell said as a matter of course:

"That little ghost, even if he has been to paradise and purified his evil ghost body, he is not a player and has no physical body, so he can't reach the other side."

Everyone: “What the hell???”

In the center of the golden Lotus Bridge, Jiang Yuan walked slowly, even slowly.

Perhaps because he was too tired, he walked across the more than 100-meter-wide bridge like a grandma shopping in the discount section of a supermarket.

The players followed him, and as they saw the finish line was just ahead, they became more and more anxious.

Finally, the little girl with the pacifier in her mouth was the first one who couldn't stand it anymore. She jumped out of her mother's arms, crawled in the dark for dozens of meters, and went straight into the wide-open dark door.

"daughter!"

Her mother quickly chased after her.

Upon seeing this, the players and civilians followed one after another, running onto the black and gray stone beach impatiently and rushing towards their respective finish lines.

The crowds of people were surging, and all they had in their eyes was going home.

No one noticed that Jiang Yuan had stopped before his first foot stepped ashore.

I don't know when the fingertips withdrew.

Two figures, one tall and one short, stood at the end of the bridge, letting people run by.

The lotus petals splashed like a continuous downpour.

The Son of God turned around and saw a pale little hand tightly grasping the edge of his torn sleeve.

I want to let go, but I can't.

However, the road has come to an end, and the boy no longer has any reason to keep his brother.

"Feel sorry......"

His voice was hoarse, his messy bangs covered his eyes, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

A string of clear tears, reflecting golden light, rolled down the cheeks, bending the paper lotus petals.

"I'm sorry, brother. I lied to you. I'm not from your world."

The boy shed sad tears and sadly admitted the lie.

He thought of many scenes of living happily in hell with his brother.

But this will ultimately be in vain.

He could never get off the bridge and could only see his brother off here.

However, what he didn't know was that Jiang Yuan was not stopped by him.

The Son of God bent down, gently wiped away the tears from the boy's eyes, and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

"It's okay. I know everything."

The boy was surprised: "You know?!"

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "Yes, when you first mixed in with the crowd, you were wearing my school uniform.

My clothes, don't I recognize them, kid?"

Five years ago, before he entered the temple, he had just played a game. When he was finishing a level, the sparks from the explosion burned a rice-sized scorch hole on the back of his school uniform.

Although it is not conspicuous, it is easy to recognize.

Jiang Yuan recognized him at first sight. Although his appearance had changed a lot, this young man was none other than the little devil from Purgatory that he had fished out that year.

However, these words frightened the other party. The boy opened his eyes wide in fear and quickly denied it.

"No, I'm not the guy you're talking about. I didn't know you before. I...I'm just an ordinary kid born in hell...I picked up that piece of clothing!"

Jiang Yuan: "Oh?"

The amber pupils moved around, making the boy even more nervous. His face turned pale and his brows were furrowed, as if he was about to faint from fright.

Looking at his expression, is there something he cannot tell?

Or is there some game restriction that forbids him from telling the truth? Jiang Yuan pondered.

But seeing that the other party was so scared, he didn't want to make things difficult for him.

"So that's how it is. I misunderstood."

The boy nodded in panic: "Yeah!"

Jiang Yuan took the boy's hand, rubbed the cracks on his fingertips, and asked:

"So, ordinary little ghost brother, can you tell your brother why you didn't reincarnate?"

He had been curious about this question all the way.

It’s fine if the seniors have their own insistence, but the little ghost belongs here, and it would be strange if he didn’t reincarnate.

"I......"

The boy wanted to take his hand back, but Jiang Yuan held it tightly, obviously determined to know the answer.

The shadow of the eyelashes fell into the dark pupils, hiding all the light. The boy lowered his eyes and said in a muffled voice:

"Meng Po soup is too bitter. I can't drink it."