The specific remodeling method, the Lord of Hell did not say, according to the understanding of human beings, he should take this information as his trump card and refuse to disclose it in advance.
Who doesn't have a few relatives and friends who want to be resurrected
Even if there is no one now, who can guarantee that there will be no one after the whole thing is over
"Your thoughts are your freedom. I won't hide the idea of using you as pawns at first. If the three identities of 'Fire Passer', 'Soul Whisperer' and 'Awarer' appeared on the same boat , I will still keep this a secret.”
Having said that, the Lord of Hell turned around and walked back to his altar, stood on it, placed the first POSS, and then continued.
"The power of the 'Soul Whisperer' to communicate with the dead is too powerful, which is why I made a compromise. From now on, I will arrange for you to store copies of my power, and bring them back, it will be yours responsibility."
Jiang Yan stood up and looked up at the tall god statue: "You are so impatient, I don't believe what you said before that you are not in a hurry."
"I'm really not in a hurry." The Lord of Hell replied, "But your human life is as fragile as a flower, and the blooming time is only for a short period of time—no matter what you want to do, you must hurry up before you wither."
Jiang Yan didn't take this paradoxical emotion to heart, knowing that if he asked the other party again, he would not be able to say anything useful, so after thinking about it, he asked the last question.
"As you said just now, only the 'Fire Passer' can bring back your power, so what about the others? You will also be included in the copy, or are only the four of us special?"
The Lord of Hell opened his eyes that were already closed, and glanced around the people in the room: "In terms of you humans, the four of you are the main battle heroes, and you must choose the role. And the few of them are candidates. When selecting copies, they will be arranged to assist you as needed."
"Heh!" Dou Rui couldn't help but sneer, "After all, you haven't told us what's the benefit of helping you."
The Lord of Hell said in surprise, "Wouldn't it be good to send you back to Earth?"
Dou Rui: "We were originally on Earth. If you didn't come, life would be fine."
The Lord of Hell shook his head slightly: "It's up to you to do it or not, but I hope you can understand, human beings, I will not allow uncontrolled chess pieces to exist, especially if they know my overall plan at this stage."
Dou Rui pushed his eyes on the bridge of his nose: "Is this a threat?"
The Lord of Hell nodded happily: "This is true. But you can also understand it as a threat."
"Then there is nothing to say." Dou Rui turned around and left after finishing speaking, "I agree to your conditions, but only on behalf of myself. Whether it is a supporting hero or a cannon fodder supporting role, I will do my best to help — not for you, but for myself."
If you want to live, you must clear the level from the dungeon, which is not different from the mission given by the Lord of Hell in the general direction of the mission. However, at the critical moment, Dou Rui is still not sure what he should do, whether to save his life or help his teammates to score points.
But no matter how you choose, there is no need to stay and talk to the Lord of Hell.
Dou Rui left, Dou Wang naturally followed, and then the others also left one after another, leaving Jiang Yan, Le Yin, Yu Bing, and Mo Xiaoyao as the four selected people. As one of Yu Bing's skills, Fang Qiqi couldn't leave voluntarily, so she stayed.
Mo Xiaoyao had already listened to Jiang Yan summarizing the cause and effect of the whole incident, and she could keep up with her thoughts. She ignored her identity as a so-called "soul whisperer" and the fact that the earth did not explode. She was thinking about other issues .
"Assuming that you will bundle the 4 of us into a dungeon with your energy, but how can we judge what is your energy? There are so many things in the dungeon. Besides, apart from Jiang Yan, if we What about other people who are exposed to that energy? Can it be brought back?"
The Lord of Hell obviously thought about this long ago, and immediately gave an answer: "Power will have a special attraction for you, and you can judge what you want without even thinking about it. Even if that thing is It was turned into a reward and given to any of you, as long as you go in and out of the instance with the 'Fire Passer', you can bring it back."
"Then his courier box is a collective BUFF?" Mo Xiaoyao was thoughtful, "What about others? Those who have no identity, enter the dungeon with Jiang Yan, will they also get this kind of treatment?"
The Lord of Hell nodded: "Of course."
Mo Xiaoyao immediately asked again: "What about the other 'fire transmitters', you said that there is more than one, right? Leaving aside the hostile camp, if they get it from your own camp, you will be taken back to them." Is it on board?"
Lord of Hell: "Of course. But I suggest that you guys get it—it will be very convenient to return the power, and I don't need to work hard to arrange other ways, and it also avoids accidents."
If the power didn't return to him for a day, he had to separate one eye to stare at it. Whether it was changing the route or moving the entry point, there were bound to be many twists and turns in order to deceive people. Often accidents happened under such circumstances.
"Actually, I've always been curious. Since you showed your face on this ship, what kind of emergency plan was activated, why didn't you just stand up and aboveboard? It's already been exposed anyway, right?"
"Actually, if there is only one ship, and it's cruise ship 001, I can still control it." The Lord of Hell's tone was very calm, and he didn't seem to be offended at all, "This number is very important to me. It has a special meaning, and in fact its true form is not a cruise ship. There are too many knowledge points involved. If you want to understand all of them, you must first understand our racial composition. It will be a very long process— As far as your lifespans go—give it up."
Mo Xiaoyao shrugged. She didn't want to waste her limited life on learning this kind of thing. She almost asked all the questions that should be asked. The rest I haven't thought of yet. Anyway, this thing won't go away, so I just kept slamming it. It's here, and it's too late to ask again when I think about it.
"The last question, do we still need to follow a 15-day cycle when we enter the copy?"
The lord of Hell nodded: "To cover up people's eyes and ears."
"Okay." Mo Xiaoyao stretched his waist, stood up and was about to leave, "Then what, can you upgrade us to a suite together? It's comfortable to live in, and the introduction of the dungeon is also detailed... If you can pay the rent by the way... It would be best if the gold coins were waived."
The Lord of Hell seemed to have never expected that someone would make such a request, he laughed dumbfoundedly, and his low voice was full of joy and connivance: "This is a reasonable suggestion, I will satisfy you, and in the special store , I will try my best to help adjust the order of the items, maybe there will be something more suitable for you, so you might as well go and have a look.”
Mo Xiaoyao nodded to him, waved his hands again, then took Yu Bing with one hand and Fang Qiqi with the other, and the three of them walked shoulder to shoulder and head to the door.
Jiang Yan stared at the backs of the two women, and fell into a special emotion. He didn't wake up until Leyin poked him in the back.
"Boss Jiang, sister Xiaoyao, did you see a ghost?" Although Leyin didn't see Fang Qiqi's image, he saw Mo Xiaoyao crying and hugging with Tuanqi just now, "Look at what it means. Is Yu Bing bound?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yan nodded expressionlessly, staring at the front without moving his eyes, until the figures of the three people disappeared at the corner of the door, then turned his head and said to Le Yin, "Go back first, it's time to exercise, It's time to rest, don't be too sad about what you just said."
Leyin smiled honestly and scratched his head: "It's not hurting. Anyway, I still don't understand what I should do. I know that I will form a team with you for a long time in the future, and I will just listen to you when the time comes."
Ginger-Old Father-Weir: …
What the hell is this feeling of raising a son
Exhausted.
In the following days, just like Jiang Yan said, everyone was doing their own work step by step, and those who had met the Lord of Hell tacitly kept this matter in their hearts and kept silent.
No one is a fool, and they all understand that this is like a curse. If you keep chanting, something will go wrong sooner or later. If the gods fight, it will always be mortals like them who suffer. Instead of being suspicious and muttering all day long, it is better to seize the time to enhance your own abilities, so as not to be really cannon fodder.
Besides, with the promise of the Lord of Hell, these people are equivalent to having an extra life behind them. Although it is better to be immortal or not, who would be unhappy if they can have a guarantee of life
Therefore, it is better to slander or slander, to exercise or to exercise, to adjust your mentality, and treat yourself as a mercenary, which is better than a pawn of self-pity - life has to go down no matter what, why bother to put on a bitter face and be happy.
The 15 days passed in a flash, and the new issue of "Game Today" appeared in everyone's stateroom on time. The only difference was that the descriptions of the copy of the selected person became detailed because of the upgrade, and there were several On the personal color leaflet, a large circle was circled on one of the copies with a red pen.
That is the copy they will enter next.
"Nice outing? 4.5 stars?"
Mo Xiaoyao read the name of the copy, and glanced at the cartoon that looked harmless. It was like a kindergarten child's crayon graffiti, and the scenery on it was extremely abstract. There must be murderous intent, but at least it doesn't look like a supernatural book.
"This really thinks highly of us..."
With a sigh of emotion, Mo Xiaoyao carefully considered that although it was only about 200 characters, it was at least the text of the dungeon introduction.
"The Black Queen invited everyone to go for an outing in the garden of her new castle. She prepared a lot of food and interesting games, and she also took out her own treasures to award the best people. I hope that the guests and hosts can enjoy themselves."
Mo Xiaoyao muttered to himself, always feeling that this idea was too naive and impossible to realize. But it was just a slander, and she continued to look down.
"Everyone wants to participate, but tickets are limited, but as long as you go in, you are a guest."
At the end of the introduction, Mo Xiaoyao picked up a pen and wrote his name under the signature, and then suddenly had a wonderful premonition that this time, she might not be a guest with a formal invitation letter.