Li Jianguo finally noticed a clue.
Something was wrong, all hell was wrong.
Whether it is Ye Ye Suo Ye or the many enemies encountered today, many of their actions are not consistent with common sense.
how to say……
Every move he made seemed... extremely excited.
Whether they are prisoners who have been in prison for thousands of years, or prisoners who have been guarding the prison for thousands of years, they are more excited than nervous about this sudden change in hell.
Maybe everyone has the same idea in mind:
I've already gone to hell, what can I do if I get worse?
…
Everyone walked along the steps to the end, reaching the second level of the eighteen levels of hell.
A green passage sign above their heads shone brightly, indicating that they had reached the second-level safety exit. The door is a heavy steel double door, and the door knocker is two cast iron rings with ghost heads. Now it is dozing off, and it is slumped on the two doors in a daze.
"Is there a safe exit from hell?"
"Of course," Ye Ye replied, "fire safety cannot be ignored at any time."
"If there's a fire on the second floor, will you move the inmates to the first floor?"
There was a confused expression on Mr. Jie's face: "Of course it's to transfer those instruments of torture and bottles and cans. If not just to light a fire, why should we transfer the prisoners?"
Ye Ye said, holding the door knocker and pushing open the steel door entering the second floor.
He took a step back and closed the door again.
Master Yan turned around thoughtfully, glanced around the crowd, and said with a helpless smile: "Sometimes, there are really many people who have a sympathies with us."
Li Jianguo was puzzled: "Which thing is so clear?"
With a loud bang, the two steel doors behind Ye Ye were violently exploded. The two doors flew out in a spiral connected to the door frames. Huge clouds of dust rose from the ground and instantly enveloped several people.
Several people looked behind Master Jie in astonishment. Countless cannons were displayed in the empty hall on the second floor. The hole was dark, staring at them in unison, like a row of empty eyes. Not only were they shooting fierce light, And these fierce lights will actually explode.
The lock on Ye Ye sealed the exit with dense chains. This was the only barrier between Li Jianguo and others and the shattered bones.
Li Jianguo climbed up from the dusty sky and thought about it carefully: "What's the matter with your heart... is to fuck them hard?"
Ye Ye nodded helplessly.
Hei Wuchang asked: "The second level... is cannon torture? I don't think I have ever heard of this kind of punishment."
"Well," Mr. Jie was a little embarrassed, "Our hell has kept pace with the times a little bit."
"What should we do now?"
Ye Ye replied: "Of course I have no problem. These cannons can't hit me. How about you?"
Li Jianguo replied quickly: "We can wait for you on the first floor."
"That's probably not appropriate. Even if I pass the second floor, you have to go through it again when you come down. I have a suggestion..."
Li Jianguo looked at Master Lin's sincere eyes and asked, "Master Lin, what do you say?"
Ye Ye's eyes were a little crazy: "Why don't we...have fun!"
The chain behind Ye Ye suddenly released the chain sealing the exit, and there was a loud noise in the hall. In an instant, a continuous stream of shells poured over the narrow safety entrance like rain! An excited smile appeared on Master Jie's face. He raised his hand and a chain carried his body towards the top of the hall, disappearing from Li Jianguo's sight in an instant.
Hei Wuchang sighed: "It's really something that fifth brother can do."
He took the giant stick from his back and inserted it in front of him with a bang. After chanting a mantra in his mouth, the bandage wrapped around the giant stick fluttered to the ground.
"Crying stick!"
A sharp female voice suddenly filled the entire hall: "Here we come, brother!"
Two blazing blue lights suddenly popped out from the skull at the top of the mourning stick. When he glanced behind at the densely packed shells that were flying towards him, the light inside the skull suddenly went out.
"Slip away."
And it was still trying to pick up the bandage on the ground with the handle of the stick, and hurriedly wrapped itself in it again.
Hei Wuchang didn't give it this chance. He grabbed the handle of the stick, took a stance towards the dense cannonballs in front of him, and struck out with a powerful and beautiful swing!
The little skull screamed:
"Fan Wujie! I'll tell you about your ancestor..."
The giant stick hit the passing cannonballs with great force, sending up bursts of wind. Dozens of cannonballs were deflected by this blow, like a goddess scattering flowers, no, a macho man scattering bullets. , turned around and galloped towards those gun barrels.
As the saying goes, real men never look back to see the explosion.
Hei Wuchang looked at his masterpiece with relish. In front of him, a series of continuous explosions sounded from the cannon position, just like a firecracker with a fuse, crackling and crackling.
Hei Wuchang whistled lightly: "Wuhu! This is called a home run, a full-scale artillery attack!"
The blue light in the pupils of the small skull fluctuated: "I...Japanese...Your...ancestor..."
Hei Wuchang then put the wail stick upright in his hand and touched the paint-peeled bone surface of the small skull with distress: "I've made you feel wronged, Mei."
The little skull suddenly blinked in flattery, and a crimson halo could be faintly seen on the fair-skinned and beautiful cheekbones: "Um... Actually, there is nothing. I just call them out in the future. Can you not be so rude to them? …”
Amidst the roar of cannons, Hei Wuchang looked at the small skull affectionately, his eyes seemed to be as bright as stars: "Don't you like it?"
The small skull immediately collapsed involuntarily, and the surrounding space and time were as thick as honey. It turned its head with all its strength: "...Well, it's not that I don't like it..."
Hei Wuchang raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a scheming smile: "As long as you like it!"
Little Skull finally realized something was wrong: "What do you like? Wait! Fan Wujiu!"
The thick space and time around him was instantly unsealed. Hei Wuchang waved his big hand, held the mourning stick in his hand again, aimed at several speeding cannonballs, and gave another standard swing: "Come on, Charming!"
"Fan Wujiu... you damn..."
Li Jianguo stared dumbly at Hei Wuchang, who was wielding a big stick in front of him.
What kind of live teaching is this?
Bai Wuchang held his forehead speechlessly the whole time.
No eyes to see, no eyes to see at all!
The words were divided into two parts. In addition to the passionate cannon barrel and Hei Wuchang at the door, Ye Ye and Suo Ye, who flew along the chain to the top of the second floor hall, also began to show off their magical powers. He held the chain with one hand and acted like he didn't want money with the other hand. The large iron chains flew outwards, and the wrist-thick iron chains crackled and smashed downwards. The entire artillery position was like meteorites falling to the ground, sparks flying everywhere, and big iron foam being thrown out one after another.
After a while, this noisy steel symphony finally came to an end, and the dust that covered the sky also stopped. On the originally densely packed artillery position opposite, the black muzzles lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to look at these people again. This unique welcome ceremony came to a successful conclusion.
Ye Ye fluttered and flew down from above the artillery position. Hei Wuchang also rubbed his slightly sore shoulders and placed the mourning stick on the ground.
Little Skull... After this round of baptism of fire, Little Skull has obviously changed a lot. The blue light in her empty eye holes is now extinguished, and a thin wisp of smoke is now burning on the originally crystal clear skull. Has it made her mature yet? Regardless, it's definitely cooked judging by the temperature.
Ye Ye smiled and said to Hei Wuchang: "Stretch your muscles and bones, doesn't it feel good?"
"It's interesting." Hei Wuchang replied, bending down to pick up the bandage and preparing to wrap the mourning stick again, but Master Jie stopped Hei Wuchang with one hand.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm going to take my brother and sister out for some airing today. Why are you so anxious to put him back?"
Hei Wuchang had a ruffian look on his face: "You mean Mei, Mei has nothing to do with me. Fifth brother, please don't mess around with me. It just has to be hung on my mourning stick after that time. I didn't ask for it!" Besides, I’m already dizzy now, so it’s time to take a rest.”
A twig stretched out from the chain on Ye Ye's body, caressed the little skull's head, and made a few clanging noises at Hei Wuchang, as if to say:
"Don't treat people badly just because it's not human, or else your sixth brother will beat you up!"
Hei Wuchang chuckled, picked up the mourning stick, grabbed the hem of his clothes and rubbed it hard against his small skull: "Don't worry, fifth brother and sixth brother, we are not that heartless and unjust person!"
…
"I don't know, are you satisfied with my welcome gift?"
A hoarse voice sounded from the fragmented artillery position opposite, with a noise as if electric current was piercing the ears.
Li Jianguo looked around and saw no one in the dust.
Gradually, a blurry spot of light appeared in Li Jianguo's vision.
This light spot has no details and is very rough. It is surrounded by a circle of small squares with different light and dark colors that flow continuously, just like... like a mosaic worn all over the body.
What's going on? Could it be that I have cataracts?
The dust dispersed, and the light spot did not show any details. It was still a messy mosaic, vaguely outlining a figure.
In fact, it's hard to say whether it's a human figure or not. There's also a blurry shadow behind him, and no details can be traced out at all.
Ye Ye also thought for a long time, and then asked: "Who is your Excellency?"
"Me?" The voice of the other party was full of arrogance, "I'm afraid you are not capable enough to call me, gentlemen. I was born a hundred years ago and grew up outside the country. Now, I cast my eyes into the sea of clouds and my voice spreads throughout the land. No one in the world knows where I am!"
Hei Wuchang looked at the other party's appearance carefully, but in the end he rubbed his eyes in vain: "Hey, he is still a big monster, but I haven't heard of him like this?"
Thanks to the mosaic on his body, Li Jianguo had a vague judgment about this man:
"You...were you born on the Internet? Are you from the Internet?"
The light spot replied proudly: "Gentlemen, you can call me...the God of Cyber."
Lin Ling asked confusedly: "Then why are you covered with mosaics? Aren't everything on the Internet all mosaics?"
Guangban thought for a moment and replied to Lin Ling: "Well... there are actually many things on the Internet that are mosaic..."
Lin Ling then asked: "For example?"
The mosaic on the light spot shook a little more violently. It felt that some things might not need to be explained so clearly, so he got angry and turned to Li Jianguo and asked: "What's wrong with this girl? Is she under 18 years old? Yes." Do you need to explain it in such detail..."
Li Jianguo nodded in understanding, smiled awkwardly, turned to Lin Ling and whispered something.
Lin Ling obviously failed to understand the meaning of this sentence. She blurted out in a voice that everyone could hear:
"Master Li is saying...he is a pornographic monster?"
