dark.
It feels like being in endless darkness.
Jie Fangcheng was lying... no, he was slumped on a rattan chair woven from the green Tree of Life. His ghost eyes moved forward in front of his eyes. One leg was resting on the armrest of the rattan chair, and the other leg was curled up, and he was laughing "hehehe" along with the video playing in his ghost eyes.
He was still laughing when soon a voice of "Your Highness" was heard in the darkness.
This voice is so familiar.
Jie Fangcheng sat down immediately and took off his ghost-eye AR glasses.
Before his eyes, the endless darkness turned into day in the blink of an eye, and the lush green tree of life lowered its branches, as if a little timid, but unable to help and trying to die, forming a circle behind his head - just like the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara in the human world, except that this circle was green.
"Ah... Mingqi." The Crown Prince scratched his head, "What's wrong?"
Zhuang Mingqi looked helpless: "Didn't Your Highness say that after we defeat the God Realm, you would treat us to a drink?"
ah
Jie Fangcheng didn't remember it, but he had a vague understanding.
He nodded immediately: "Yes!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of people came over from not far away, laughing and making noise, and came to him. When they saw him, they all knelt on the ground.
"Your Highness! I have fulfilled my mission! I have taken over the Sand City!"
"good!"
Jie Fangcheng waved his hand grandly, and the surrounding scenery moved according to his will. Eight hundred sets of tables and chairs appeared out of thin air under the Tree of Life.
The Crown Prince, who did not like extravagance, waved for tables and chairs, each of which was carved from rare jade in the world. There were fine wines and delicacies on the table, and there seemed to be elegant music coming from the surroundings.
Zhuang Mingqi sat below him, smiling, and raised the wine glass elegantly.
"Congratulations! We have achieved our wish. As mortals, we have made the gods bow down to us! This kind of feat is unheard of! It should be made public!"
The eight hundred generals were in a mess, and at this moment they all raised their wine glasses. Jie Fangcheng also raised the glass in front of him and drank it.
Someone laughed loudly, but spoke in a particularly underworld tone: "Zhuang Mingqi, you didn't even make it to the God Realm! Didn't you turn to ashes long ago?"
Zhuang Mingqi picked up the cup on the table and threw it over: "You bastard! Get out!"
Everyone was having a great time.
"Hey, Lao Qi, if you talk like that, be careful General Zhuang might cry again."
"General Xiaozhuang is a scholar, he may not cry, but I'm afraid he will write some sour poems again!"
"What do you mean 'maybe he'll cry'? Didn't General Xiaozhuang cry enough? He cried when he lost, and he cried when he won. I, Old Niu, have never shed as many tears in my entire life as he did in one single time, hahahaha!"
"Stop bullying our deputy general, you old cow are so dishonest!"
A group of people were making a lot of noise, eating meat and drinking, and it was very lively.
They have so much to say.
They talked about Ru Country, gods, Ga Country, and Luoxia Pass, and everyone's cheeks turned red and their eyes were filled with excitement as if lights were on.
"I really want to go back to Luoxia Pass and go on an expedition with His Highness!"
There was an endless supply of fine wine and delicious food, and the chief guest at the banquet was enjoying himself. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just watched with a smile.
They didn't know how long they talked, as if they had said everything that was on their mind, and then they looked at their Crown Prince.
"Is your highness okay now?"
Xie Fangcheng nodded.
"Very good, in the underworld 007, the boss is good at making promises... Oh, there is no boss anymore."
"Ah?" Zhuang Mingqi asked, "What will Your Highness do in the future?"
"Later." Jie Fangcheng leaned back on the chair and stretched lazily, "I want to take a vacation."
When Manager Xie thought of this, he felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Damn it! He was promised a holiday, but he is busier than 007!
"How about..." Zhuang Mingqi hesitated for a moment, "Your Highness, would you like to stay with us and rest for a while?"
The eight hundred ghost generals also nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, take a break for a while!"
Jie Fangcheng looked at them and scratched his head.
"It's not impossible..."
"Then we can eat meat and drink together every day! We can't go home until we are drunk every day!"
"We can also build a martial arts arena! I haven't exercised in a long time, hahahaha!"
"Your Highness promised me before that you would teach me military tactics, and now I have the time!"
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince agreed to each of their requests with a smile.
The surroundings were bustling with activity and everyone had a smile on their face.
At this moment, Jie Fangcheng suddenly sensed something and raised his head abruptly.
The noisy sounds also quieted down in an instant.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was silent for a moment, but Zhuang Mingqi walked forward.
"Your Highness, go ahead."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked at them.
The eight hundred ghost generals all had the same look of relief on their faces.
"Your Highness has done very well. Don't be trapped here with us any longer." Zhuang Mingqi looked at him seriously. "Everything is our choice. Your Highness has always felt guilty and has demons in his heart... But Your Highness, is it your responsibility to save the world alone?"
"But... in the end, I was unable to save Ruguo."
"Well, we failed." Zhuang Mingqi smiled, "Your Highness has endured the torture of losers for us for so many years. Now, it's time to let it go."
Let it go
On the banks of the Yellow Springs River, four chains suddenly appeared.
The ghosts passing by frowned when they saw this, but this time they didn't say "What is Jie Fangcheng doing again", but "Hurry up and inform Lord Yama, the restraints on Lord Jie seem to be moving."
The first version of "Three Thousand Worlds" has been running for so long that even the most conservative Qing faction ghost catcher roughly knows what happened.
Although in the eyes of some Qing faction ghost officers who stick to rules and regulations and refuse to go beyond them, Jie Fangcheng, the manager of the Finance Department, is still an unstable factor and a cancer, they also know that now is not the time for internal strife.
Outside of their world, there are many more worlds, connected by a cruel game.
The Qing faction's ghost catcher just has a poor brain and must follow rules and regulations in every action.
Take a look at what kind of life the players of “Three Thousand Worlds” live!
Their underworld is a place for punishing evil spirits, and the most primitive torture instruments are still preserved in the eighteen levels of hell.
It's nothing but a mountain of swords and a sea of fire! The evildoers deserve it! It's not too much to die a thousand or eight hundred times!
But what if a good person did something wrong? Should he also suffer the same misfortune
The underworld is now united in its hatred of the enemy and is just waiting to improve its strength and expand its business in the "Three Thousand Worlds".
No matter how malignant Jie Fangcheng is, and no matter how much the Qing Dynasty ghost officials dislike him, he is still a public official of the underworld!
At this moment, any unusual movement of the chain was immediately reported to upper management.
Soon, Xue Li appeared on the bank of the Yellow Spring River.
His gaze passed through the deep river and looked at the sealed person.
The sealed person's ghostly aura was surging, and he seemed to want to wake up, but he was missing some opportunity.
A golden wheel appeared in Xue Li's hand and he smashed it hard towards the chains that bound him.
The two chains hanging from the heaven have already decayed. As the only remaining King of Hell of the Four Palaces and the current top management of the underworld, who is more qualified than him to open the chains imposed by the underworld on this evil ghost
The four chains broke with a sound, and suddenly, there were ghosts howling in the place. The ghost energy was like the backflow of sea water, carrying the black dream fish in the Yellow Springs River towards the evil ghost at a very fast speed.
The next second, the person at the bottom of the river opened his eyes and disappeared.
at the same time-
Next to the Tree of Life, the president roared like a madman, and the black data streams on his body were like climbing ants, supporting his skin.
The ground was covered with blood and body parts, and the speed at which players were resurrected was almost unable to keep up with the speed at which he was killing people.
The Rock Ghost, the Sea God, and the Sir, all three have been killed. As soon as Zhang Daoan's thoughts turned, countless calculated data were transmitted from him to the trunk of the Tree of Life for the next step of calculation.
He "killed" all three of the Yan Gui.
Similar to Satan, once their link was disconnected, the three of them returned to their original state at the beginning of the game. Without the divine power bestowed by the Dragon God, they simply did not have the strength to fight against other players.
Only the president.
He copied the game data into his own thinking space. Now, he didn't know whether he was controlling the current version of "Three Thousand Worlds" or this latest version of the system was controlling him.
"I kill you!!!"
The president cleared the surrounding players who were blocking the way, and a halberd appeared in his hand, slashing towards Zhang Daoan.
Zhang Daoan's expression did not change. He just picked up Jie Fangcheng beside him with one hand, and reassembled his other arm into a mechanical tentacle, pulling him and Jie Fangcheng to dodge the attack.
Although the existing version of the game is not as fast as his computing power, there is simply too much data.
It takes time to relocate the president's personal data among so much data and then cut it off.
No, not only that, we must also be prepared for the possibility that the system will counterattack if it is not suppressed after losing all management.
If there were no enemies around and given enough time, Zhang Daoan was sure he could do it.
Even though he now only has part of the capabilities of the main system, it is a ceiling-level technological product, and every tiny difference is a world of difference.
Time, all he needs is time.
Players can be resurrected, but not only can Zhang Daoan open up a simulated copy so that players can be teleported here, the president who owns the existing game version system is even more advantageous.
He is also constantly destroying link channels to prevent players from teleporting.
Finally, he found the right time—
The halberd was swung down again, and this time, Zhang Daoan had no way to avoid it.
His back was like a metamorphosing butterfly, suddenly spreading two blood-red defensive wings.
That was the skill he had acquired in "Don't Answer".
The lingering red thread was fragile but extremely willful. It slowed down the attack of the halberd that was hitting him, and knocked him and Jie Fangcheng in his arms away.
After landing, Zhang Daoan immediately built a teleportation channel again, and players flashed out one after another.
But the player was still a little far away, and the president's next attack was already coming.
Zhang Daoan had no time to open his defense again. He turned his back to the president, barely opened the eggshell-like protective shield, and held Jie Fangcheng in his arms.
Calculation results show that his body may be destroyed after this blow, but with bones, flesh, and mechanical protection, Jie Fangcheng will be fine.
Let the players take him back. As for Zhang Daoan... He is a system, how could he not have a backup
Without any repair, he can rebuild a new body and lead the players back to fight again.
As long as he is given enough time, the president and his men will have no chance of winning.
At this moment, when the president's angry attack was about to strike, a hand stretched out from the defensive eggshell and firmly grasped his furious attack.
The hand did not encounter any obstruction when it passed through the eggshell - of course, the main system gave him complete access to all permissions and there was no way it could stop him.
The president stared at the eggshell blankly.
The eggshell melted, Zhang Daoan chuckled, and began to concentrate on conquering the current "Three Thousand Worlds" game system.
In his arms, Jie Fangcheng, who was held by him, opened his eyes, hugged him with his empty hands, and a pair of eyes appeared from Zhang Daoan's shoulders.
One black and one white, looking at the president quietly.
The next second, Jie Fangcheng gently bent his hand.
The halberd broke with a sound.
The president took two steps back in panic, and then quickly changed his expression to one filled with anger, and even seemed a little aggrieved.
"Dragon God...you..."
Xie Fangcheng rested his chin on Zhang Daoan's shoulder, bent his fingers, and shot at the president through the air.
The exploding ghost energy mixed with the tremendous power of rules instantly knocked the general flying.
Jie Fangcheng tilted his head and said "tsk", very confused.
"Why don't you run away when you see me? Where do you get the courage to get angry with me?"
(End of this chapter)