"oh."
Jian Wuya didn't care, he put one hand behind his back and suddenly realized: "You mean the title of "Second Demon King", I sold it to a very rich player. "
"Tsk, that player is really willing to bid, and the price he gave is very attractive."
"That player also asked me to contact you and said that he wanted to buy the title in your hand, but I didn't tell him because I knew you wouldn't sell it even if you knew about it."
"The name of this title is too stupid. Who would want to put a dick on their head? What's more, the effect of the title is not visible. It is covered by dust and must be washed with limestone to see it."
"Except for the title above my head now, I have sold all other titles."
"I like to be more pure, and this title is quite good now."
"By the way, I have something important to tell you this time."
Jian Wuya suddenly looked serious, turned to look at Chen Yi and said word by word: "Do you still remember the hell player we met in the 13-city map?"
"In that map, we learned about the existence of hell players."
"Players who die after the arrival of the afterlife will become hell players, and hell players can be resurrected as long as they kill 10 players on the map."
"When I went to Heigou City to find Wang Yimei today, I suddenly discovered a terrifying thing."
"Not long ago, I went to Heigou City to kill a troll. Today I suddenly found that the troll I killed was suddenly alive again, killing monsters outside the city, and he also had a few more powerful items on him. props, and several younger brothers are already following behind me.”
"I suspect this player is a hellish player who was resurrected by killing 10 players."
"I thought this matter might be important, so I came to you as soon as possible."
"After learning about this incident, I made a slightly crazy decision. I decided to go to hell."
"Although I'm not sure whether only players after the advent of the afterlife can be converted into hell players, or whether players who died before will be converted into hell players, I still want to go there."
"I want to go find my wife."
"Um?"
Chen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. This matter is indeed very important. He was also thinking about this matter just now. After pondering for a moment, he softly said: "Have you found a way to go to hell?"
"Um."
Jian Wuya took a deep breath and nodded with a firm face: "Just commit suicide."
"."
Chen Yi suddenly fell silent.
This is indeed the most direct way to go to hell. As long as you die, you can go to hell naturally, but after a while, he reminded him out of kindness.
"I suggest giving up on this idea for now, we don't know much about the hell players."
"First of all, we don't know whether our memories will be lost after becoming a hell player, whether we will still be the same selves after being resurrected, and whether we can successfully resurrect as long as we kill 10 players on the map."
"A lot of factors are unstable."
"This idea is too radical."
"No way."
Jian Wuya sighed helplessly: "Before I didn't know the news, I could live every day as if nothing had happened, but when I saw someone really resurrected from hell and returned."
"The idea was embedded in my mind."
"If I give up today and hesitate, I will live with endless guilt for the rest of my life."
"You and I look the same, but we are completely different."
"You have been an orphan since you were a child and have never experienced the warmth brought by family and loved ones. I have enjoyed all these things, but in the end I watched them all leave me."
"If a person has never owned something, he will not be too obsessed with not having it."
"I have, so I'm going to get it back."
"You are one of the few friends I have who are still alive. Maybe your life is tough, so before I leave, I plan to come and say goodbye to you. If I can't come back, it won't be considered an unexplained disappearance."
"Furthermore, I tortured the resurrected troll in Heigou City. His memory has not changed at all. He is still the same person. I killed him again. I don't know if he can become a hell player this time."
"."
Chen Yi suddenly remained expressionless and silent. Wait, he seemed to have suddenly remembered!
Before meeting Jian Wuya, he couldn't say it was smooth sailing, and he didn't suffer any injuries at least!
But since meeting Jian Wuya, he almost died in the werewolf killing map just now. Although he was lucky enough to survive, the injuries were not small, and the pain on his body was not less.
He personally doesn't believe in some metaphysics.
But at this time, he also had some doubts about whether Jian Wuya had the physique of some evil star. People who were close to him were either dead or disabled. If his fate was not strong enough, he might not be injured, but directly injured. Die on the map?
In this way, the fate of tuberculosis rabbit should be harder.
Except for a few scratches, there were no injuries on the tuber rabbit's body.
Right.
In the cinema scene, he also died in front of the Rabbit. What's more, in the scene in the movie, the Rabbit still committed suicide. If the Rabbit hadn't jumped into the insect wave on his own initiative, he might not have died at all.
Chen Yi, whose mouth twitched slightly, for a moment no longer dared to speak out to persuade Jian Wuya: "Since you have thought about it, go ahead and do it anytime."
"Now."
Jian Wuya put one hand behind his back, standing on the edge of the rooftop and looking at the black clouds in the sky. He was wearing a white Tang suit whistling in the strong wind, and said in a deep voice full of tenacity in his eyes.
"I don't know when I can return from this journey. If I can come back, I will bring you some specialties from hell."
"Don't worry yet."
Chen Yi shook his head and interrupted: "Since you have made up your mind, there are still some things I need to trouble you with. After you go to hell, help me find Wang Yimei and kill him."
"."
Jian Wuya tilted his head and looked at Chen Yi with a strange expression for a while, then said quietly: "Kill him again, can't you come up with something new if you ask me to help?"
"I went to Heigou City to look for him but couldn't find him. Now I'm going to hell to look for him?"
"Why do I suddenly feel that my trip to find my wife has suddenly turned into a business trip at official expense?"
"There's really something new."
Chen Yi took out a small book from his pocket and started to write down names: "Zhou Ping, the one on the vehicle ranking list. Gao Yiming, there is a company in Yancheng, there is also a person who runs a mutual entertainment KTV in Yancheng, and"
"These people should be hell players. Since you insist on going to hell, I beg you to help deal with these people."
"You mention the reward."
Jian Wuya took the small notebook handed over by Chen Yi with a strange look on his face. For a moment, he felt that the notebook was a bit heavy. He did not expect that Chen Yi would actually write down the names of all these people.
And looking at this, it seems that even if he doesn't come, Chen Yi is ready to find a way to go to hell to kill these players again.
Suddenly it felt like it was dangerous to be enemies with Chen Yi.
Even death is not safe.
Fortunately, he and Chen Yi were not in a hostile relationship. He didn't want to be written down by Chen Yi in this little book. That would be really painful.
After a moment of silence, he put the notebook in his arms, looked up at Chen Yi and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will keep this in mind and deal with it seriously."
"The reason why I came to see you face to face this time."
"There is one more important thing."
Jian Wuya took out a prop from his arms and activated it, and an ice coffin that could accommodate one person suddenly appeared on the ground: "I will commit suicide in this coffin, and I hope you can put my ice coffin in a safe place. "
"Although I tore the troll into pieces in Heigou City, the troll was still able to resurrect with all his limbs intact. This means that the complete destruction of the body does not affect the resurrection."
"But if possible, I still hope that my body is complete, not in pieces."
"I don't have any living friends. You are the only one. I can only ask for your help, okay?"
at this time--
Tutu Rabbit had also finished washing. He was wearing loose clothes and his hair was not completely dry. He walked onto the rooftop wrapped in a towel. He looked at Jian Wuya who was standing on the edge of the rooftop and waved his hand casually before speaking.
"I heard from Brother Yi that you have something important to say here. What is it?"
After a while, Tutu, who had understood everything, gave Jian Wuya a thumbs up with admiration: "He is a man. Although I have never been in love, I am still worthy of a man who is dedicated to love like you." A thumbs up."
"What method of death are you going to choose?"
"Wipe your neck."
Jian Wuya finally looked at Chen Yi and Tutu who were standing aside, nodded and said goodbye, then lay down in the ice coffin, with a tough and serious look on his face, he squeezed and waved resolutely with one hand.
The three-foot-high Qingfeng hanging outside the ice coffin was put into his backpack by Jian Wuya.
Then Jian Wuya took out a small, somewhat compact sword from his arms, and without any pause, thrust it straight into his neck with all his strength. As his body twitched a few times, Jian Wuya continued to have blood bubbles in the air. After gushing out, the body gradually became quiet.
The blood that kept pouring out gradually filled the bottom of the ice coffin.
As if completely dead.
"It's such a clean and tidy move."
Tutu Rabbit lay with his arms on the edge of the coffin and looked down at Jian Wuya lying in the coffin. He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's not that people will have difficulty in committing suicide, which will leave several shallow wounds on the edge of the real fatal wound." The scar, I kind of forgot what it is called in medicine."
"Jian Wuya didn't seem to hesitate at all when he made his move, and he did it neatly."
"He is a cruel person."
"This brother is actually quite pitiful. His family, wife and friends are all gone. He lives alone in this world, and all the excitement in the world has nothing to do with him."
"But then again, do we really want this coffin in our house?"
"Although we are not afraid, isn't it a bit unlucky?"
(End of chapter)
