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

There is one more player.

But what is extra?

Human, ghost, or something strange?

The seeds of doubt quickly took root in everyone's mind, sprouted, and exploded! Everyone was shocked and their scalps tingled. They unconsciously kept a distance from the people around them and observed each other.

Just when everyone was doubting, Huo Hu said seriously:

"Everyone, we all know each other in the security department. There is no problem. We have registered the passenger list before, and everyone's identity matches. It is impossible for something else to sneak in."

Someone asked: "So... is this a trap?"

Huo Hu was about to speak when a female scream was heard from the crowd.

"It's this damn old woman!!!" Stewardess Xu Lulu pointed at Grandma Qi, who had been well protected in the crowd, and shouted:

"This old witch was clearly smothered to death by me, but she suddenly came back to life. She must be possessed by a monster! It must be her!!!"

Faced with the young woman's accusations, Old Mrs. Qi did not make any excuses.

Her reaction was a little strange. She turned her head woodenly and looked at the young woman kindly. She didn't look like a living person, but more like a strange mask. Instead, the woman was scared and took a few steps back and hid behind the boy from the Huo family.

Jiang Yuan walked to Grandma Qi's side and hurriedly clarified: "It's not her, Grandma Qi is just an ordinary person."

Xu Lulu cursed: "You...you damn scumbag, how can you be so sure? I strangled him to death with my own hands, how can you admit your mistake?"

"I can see that Grandma Qi is kind-hearted and beautiful, and she is a good grandma that everyone loves." Jiang Yuan sincerely defended the old woman, and then immediately became shy:

"Besides, he's still in his first love, how could he be a scumbag? Lulu is so annoying!"

Xu Lulu: “…”

I feel a little nauseous.

But having said this, others felt that Jiang Yuan's explanation was nonsense. Moreover, it was quite strange that the old woman could survive until now after experiencing so many accidents.

"Yuan is right." Yu Du hung up the combat headset and walked to Jiang Yuan's side.

"Granny Qi is fine. I checked again with the security department and there are 47 people. All of them are fine."

The CEO's words were still credible, and everyone put aside their doubts.

Jiang Yixing said: "Then...then why can't the number of people be verified?"

“Hey, hey, hey, maybe this country boy is too old and his eyesight is blurry…” Old Lady Qi, who was at the center of the incident, suddenly spoke.

She smiled kindly, took out a pair of reading glasses from the knitted bag that Mo You helped her carry, and slowly handed them to the God of Land:

"Come here, brother Tu, let me lend you this pair of Western glasses."

"no need!"

The land god quickly refused, but after he saw the old lady clearly, the old man suddenly changed his words in panic:

"So, sorry, it's...I made a mistake. There are indeed 47 of you. That's right, that's right! It's my fault, so you should still count the peaches as 46. Just consider it as a bargain for you!"

"Hey, hey, you are such a kind-hearted country boy." Grandma Qi said lovingly.

Only then did everyone let down their guard.

Phew, I finally made it through.

Out of sight of the crowd, Jiang Yuan put his hands behind his back and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his palms.

Fortunately, the old lady’s truth was not exposed.

Otherwise, you may not be able to reach the final level.

But even if the God of Land granted a discount to 46 people, where could we find the fertilizer?

Huo Zian walked to the edge of the peach forest at some point, looked down at the top of the mountain, and asked in confusion:

"Lord of the Land, what are those people down there doing?"

The crowd walked to the edge of the cliff and saw through a thin layer of mist that the road between the peaks below was full of people. Thousands and thousands of ordinary people wearing coarse linen clothes formed a long winding dragon, holding incense and candles in their hands, and were walking towards the mountain.

If you get closer, you can even smell a faint scent of incense.

"Oh! They are here." The God of Land said:

"Aren't we planning to hold the Peach Festival soon? These are all mortal believers who come to worship the Queen Mother, hoping to receive her blessing."

Huo Zian blinked his innocent blue eyes and said shyly: "Since you are a believer of the Queen Mother, it should be okay to kill a few of them as fertilizer."

"Good, you are a teachable boy, you are such a smart boy!" After the earth god praised, he changed the subject:

"However, one player's head requires ten mortal heads, so you need to chop off 460 heads and bury them under unripe peach trees, and then this level will be over for me."

Wu Qu said cheerfully, "I see. Why didn't you say so earlier? Seeing so many mortals at the foot of this mountain, 460 shouldn't be difficult."

God of Land: "Yes, it's that simple!"

Jiang Yuan: "If it's so simple, why don't you do it yourself?"

"No, no, no, Lord God, I am a god, and gods cannot do such menial work. Have you ever seen a customer of a restaurant slaughter a pig and cook it himself?"

"Wow, that makes sense." Jiang Yuan was convinced by the God of Land.

Several passengers hurriedly said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

The main force was preparing to go down the mountain and chop off the heads, but a different opinion suddenly arose at the end of the crowd.

"no!"

Everyone turned around and found that it was the little girl with a white veil on her eyes. Her opposition was too decisive, which made some people unhappy.

Someone asked angrily: "Little girl, why not?"

Mo You said seriously: "The people living under the mountain are weak mortals, ordinary people. They have done nothing wrong and should not be killed for the selfish desires of the gods."

“It’s not good to kill innocent people, but these are all people in the game.” Ouyang Ming scratched his red crew cut, not quite agreeing with the new girl’s point of view.

Wu Qu was embarrassed: "And little beauty, if you don't kill these people, do you have any other way to pass the level? You can't really use us as fertilizer, right?"

“I just think that if we play the game by killing ordinary people, then we are no different from those powerful level bosses and sect leaders in the game…” Mo You’s voice tailed off.

"Come on, big sister! You left all of us alone and went to sympathize with the passers-by in the game? Are you okay?"

"I..." The little girl clenched her hands, feeling a little ashamed by what everyone said.

"Don't worry."

Mo You raised his head: "Master?"

Yu Du said calmly: "Do what you think is right."

Encouraged by her master, the little girl raised her eyebrows: "Yes!"

But...what she said was true, but she just thought that this approach was wrong, but she couldn't think of a solution for the time being, so she had to ask for help from Jiang Dashenzi, who was famous for his wisdom.

"Well...um, Mr. Jiang, do you have any solution?"

Being asked suddenly, the White-haired Son of God felt a little helpless.

He thought: My mission today is just to lead the executive and the stupid passengers to play games, and then I will be acquitted and enjoy a free fishing life.

Such complex moral issues are beyond the scope of a hound's duties.

So he thought for a moment and answered seriously:

"Wang'er~?"

The cute little puppy doesn't understand what you are saying.

After understanding the polite refusal, the young executive officer no longer forced it and had to find another way.

The situation was still fine for the executive officer, but some passengers were already getting impatient and were about to start cursing when they heard a series of continuous footsteps coming from outside the wall of Pantao Garden.

The location where everyone was at the moment was on a flat ground higher up on the mountain top, and they could just see the scene outside the wall below.

They were the first group of believers who went up the mountain to worship. When they arrived at the gate of Pantao Garden, they all knelt down in a large group, holding up incense sticks with curling white smoke and kowtowed continuously, chanting:

"Thank you, Supreme Saint Wuji Yaochi Xiwang Jinmu, for blessing us to be alive! The world is peaceful and happy!"

"Thank you, Supreme Saint Wuji Yaochi Xiwang Jinmu, for blessing us to be alive! Free from illness and disaster, safe and happy!"

"Thanks to the Supreme Saint Wuji Yaochi Xiwang Jinmu for blessing us to be alive! We are free from worries and have enough food and clothing!"

The honest Wu Qu couldn't understand: "Uh, are they... mocking the Queen Mother?"

It's no wonder he was confused, because the appearance of these believers... was quite different from the life they described as being free from disease and disaster, and living in peace and happiness.

Not much, just about 180,000 miles.

These devout believers, including men, women, young and old, are all unkempt, pale, skinny, and half-naked. Many of them cannot even stand steadily. Rather than being believers, they are more like a group of living rags.

Compared to them, the blind beggar that Jiang Yuan pretended to be before was just a normal person.

The white-haired son of God thought: It seems that these people have been fooled by the gods in heaven.

"Zi'an? Where are you going?"

The voice of the old father of the Huo family came, looking worriedly at his son who was walking towards the believers.

"Don't worry, Dad."

Huo Zian turned around and said obediently:

"I think Sister Moyou is right. Killing people is wrong. I just went over to chat with those uncles and aunts."

"Humph, this kid must have been holding his fart in." Jiang Yixing folded his hands.

It was just a chat, what could possibly happen? Some people felt that Young Master Jiang was getting stressed out again.

However, the facts proved that Jiang Adou was right.

The young executive officer walked out of the Peach Garden and stood at the majestic stone gate. Facing the devout believers on the ground, he said politely:

"Hello, Queen Mother's most devout followers."

The sudden appearance of a young man in strange clothes scared the believers, but with their smart minds, they quickly guessed the identity of the person.

"You...are you the fairy boy guarding this place?!"

Huo Zian blinked, neither nodded nor shook his head, but the sudden appearance of this handsome and clean baby-faced boy was definitely not a coincidence.

The believers kneeling on the ground were suddenly excited.

"Ah! It's the fairy boy! It's really the fairy boy! The fairy boy has appeared!!!"

"It's the fairy boy who showed up!!!"

Huo Zian did not argue, he raised his arm to calm everyone down and said:

"My fellow believers, the Peach Festival is coming soon, but there are still some peaches in the garden that are not yet ripe. We need your help. Are you willing to agree to lend a helping hand to the Queen Mother?"

"Of course I do!!!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"So what's the favor?"

Huo Xiaoxiantong: "I need to borrow your heads to ripen these peaches so that I can send them to the Queen Mother and entertain the immortals."

He was so honest and frank that everyone in the garden gasped.

There is no need to be so direct!!!

All the believers have been scared away, how can we arrest them?!

However, after a brief silence, a miracle happened!!!

"Is there such a good thing?!"

"Me!!! Let me do it!"

"We are willing to make sacrifices for the Queen Mother!"

Huo Zian's words were like a spark that ignited the believers' fanatical faith like boiling oil, and it became uncontrollable in an instant.

"Yes, kill us, kill us, use us to nourish the fairy peach, so that it can be eaten by the queen and become a part of her!!!"

"Cut off my head! Mine!! Fairy boy, chop me off!!! I want to be the most delicious fairy peach at the banquet!!!"

A woman with a shriveled belly said, "Please kill me! I can give birth to children, and I have given birth to many children! I am pregnant with another one, and it would be the best fertilizer!! Let's do something for the queen! Please!!!"

"Master Fairchild!! Look at me!! Please look at me!!"

"Let me be a part of God, even if it's shit!"

The ragged men and women were so excited that they prostrated themselves on the ground, huddled over, and rushed to kneel and kowtow in the direction of Huo Zian, begging to be chosen by the fairy boy to be beheaded and to be gloriously martyred!

“Boom---Boom---Boom!!!”

The continuous kowtow sounds created a sense of rhythm.

In the eyes of these mortals who are as miserable as ants, being able to sacrifice their bodies for the gods they believe in is their supreme honor!