It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Understand that there will never be an equal relationship between them.

Loki stood in front of Su Haoqian's grave, the wind blowing his black suit. White flowers bloomed quietly at his feet, spreading like silent waves, dyeing the entire grass white in an instant.

Endless white flowers, as if containing endless mourning, covered the barren ground.

He slowly lowered his head and whispered, "Now let us observe a moment of silence for the death of our colleague."

As he spoke, a few tears actually fell from the corners of his eyes. The tears sparkled in the sunlight, but they looked fake like glass, fragile and meaningless.

Loki laughed and cried at times, his emotions changing without any order, as if he himself was not really sad and was just performing a drama.

Gu Yusheng stood not far away, watching the scene calmly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes, and with a sneer on his lips.

……

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·There are 5 hours left until the nebula in the Hungry Ghost Realm disappears·

Xiao Huai arrived at the door of the game hall on the 15th floor, and just as he was about to push the door open.

The gate suddenly began to glow, and a line of blue words appeared.

"Identity detected: Xiao Huai"

"Would you like to participate in the limited edition dungeon "Hungry Ghost Realm"?"

"whether"

Xiao Huai took a deep look at the door in front of him, then reached out and touched the option.

"Yes"

At that moment, the light in front of the gate suddenly dimmed, receding like the tide, leaving only the heavy black door.

He raised his head slightly and pushed open the huge door.

However, what appeared before him was not the same game hall as before.

But this is an extremely small and closed room.

The room is surrounded by black and gold walls. The space is not big, and a huge red nebula is floating here.

Red means he will be the evaluator again.

The entire room seemed to exist specifically for this nebula.

Xiao Huai was the only invitee.

The Hungry Ghost Realm

He stepped forward without hesitation and stepped into the red nebula.

The red light instantly enveloped him completely.

The eternal lamp entered the world ahead of time with a touch of blood.

The system's prompt sound kept echoing in my ears.

"Welcome to the God's Horror Game, the fifteenth floor limited edition game copy—"

The Hungry Ghost Realm

"The Gods Live Room is starting up and has automatically connected to the live pool."

"The system will continue to push traffic for you. You are the only number one in everyone's heart. Welcome again, reviewer."

"The review content required by the reviewer has been automatically released to the system space. I wish you a smooth gaming experience."

"A special mission is being announced for Hungry Ghost Realm: Overthrow the tyrant's rule. Time limit: one month. Failure to complete the special mission will result in a penalty."

"Greed effect has taken effect, remaining time: 49 days"

When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by loud shouts:

"Come on, come on, next batch, let's finish our drinks and get going quickly!" The voice was filled with deep fatigue.

A group of ghost messengers in old-fashioned work clothes stood on the bridge distributing drinks.

Under the bridge, there is a long and winding river with deep water and many withered flowers floating on the surface of the river.

The sky was a deep grey, with dark clouds like a thick curtain, and turquoise flames flickered in the darkness.

A ghost officer rubbed his sore shoulder and frowned, complaining, "Oh, it's the night shift again. I really want to quit. I stay up late every day and there's no night shift pay."

Another ghost beside him nodded in agreement: "Yeah, we just finished our shift yesterday and we have to work again today. Why don't you hire more people? It really keeps us busy." They complained to each other, but still mechanically repeated the work at hand.

All around Xiao Huai, the ground and the shadows were crowded with all kinds of "people".

These "people" apparently each died in a different way.

Some people still had fatal wounds on their bodies, as if they had been hit by a car, their chests collapsed, their ribs pierced the skin, and the blood had long since dried and turned dark brown.

Some people had broken ropes around their necks, their necks were bruised, their eyes were half open, and black tears of blood were flowing from their eye sockets.

Further away, some figures appeared particularly thin, with clothes like tattered cloth hanging on their bodies, skin and bones, and sunken eye sockets, obviously looking like they had starved to death.

At this time, a couple came to the ghost messenger. The man asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Where is this? How did I get here?"

The ghost looked up at them and said, "Where else could this be? The Naihe Bridge or the Yellow Springs Road."

The man turned pale and shook his head hastily, "Impossible! I'm still traveling, how could I be dead?"

The woman next to her nodded in agreement, but when she turned to look at her husband, her pupils suddenly dilated and she screamed, "Ah——!"

Her husband was obviously startled by the scream. He was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "What's wrong with you?"

At the same time, he also turned to look at her, wondering what happened.

When he turned his head, he suddenly saw his own appearance.

The body behind him seemed to be crushed by some huge force. The whole person was completely sunken when viewed from the back, with only a thin front supporting him.

"Ah! Ghost!" the man screamed and took several steps back in horror.

However, he retreated too quickly and lost his balance without paying attention, falling heavily into the river beside him.

The woman screamed in panic, but it was too late. The water in the river seemed to come alive, rippling with cold waves. Countless withered flowers quickly bloomed around him, like the gaping bloody mouth of an evil spirit, wrapping around his body inch by inch and swallowing up his broken form.

The man's struggle soon became weak, and in the end even his voice was swallowed by the flowers in the water, and he completely disappeared in the Yellow Springs River.

The ghost messenger saw this scene and a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He shook his head, as if he was not surprised by this scene. There was even a flash of cold mockery in his eyes: "Humph, what are you running around for? It seems that you are already dead and can't even be reincarnated."

When the woman saw this scene, she was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, her face as pale as paper. She looked at the ghost with trembling eyes, "I... I want to cross the bridge! Please let me cross the bridge, I want to be reborn!"

She reached out her trembling hand to take the wine from the ghost, eager to end this endless terror.

The ghost looked at her coldly, tilted his head slightly, and said with a playful smile: "Please enjoy your meal."

But he used a wooden spoon to pick up a drop of wine and dripped it into the palm of the woman's hand. As soon as the water touched her skin, it instantly penetrated into her body.

Then the woman seemed to have been drained of all her strength. She became very quiet, and her eyes were dull as she walked through the mist.

"Next person."

When Xiao Huai walked in front of them, these ghost officials raised their heads slightly and looked Xiao Huai up and down carefully for a long time.

Finally, they asked, "Are you dead?"