Chapter 101 Hell Community

When Qiao Song had the hallucination of entering the palace for the second time, he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

When she gets back, she will definitely give the crow a good beating.

But this hallucination was different from the previous one. 18 serial numbers appeared directly in front of her.

[If the player's peculiarity is detected, you can choose the violent clearance mode and obtain temporary administrator privileges after passing the level. ]

Qiao Song raised his eyebrows. He wasn't going to use illusions to deceive her this time?

"Choose any one of the 18 numbers..."

She randomly clicked on number one, and then landed directly on a space full of scorched earth. Various giant pincers were suspended in the sky around her, and the sound of ghosts howling could be heard from time to time in the distance.

She watched calmly for a while, and suddenly realized that this was exactly the description of the tongue-pulling hell in the real world.

Compared to the Q-version little pliers in the Hell Community, which looked at her with uncertainty as to whether they respected or were afraid of her, the big pliers here flew over without any hesitation, as if they were ready to attack and pull out her tongue at any time.

Qiao Song looked around and finally smiled: "Okay, okay, let's fight, huh? I'm just in a bad mood tonight."

She held the baton, switching from time to time to a hammer and an electric saw, and beat hard all the large pliers that came to attack her on the first floor, until the whole thing piled on the ground like scrap metal.

After a system prompt with a ding, she returned to the white space and found that there were 17 serial numbers left in front of her.

Qiao Song was so angry that he almost laughed. The so-called choosing one just meant killing one first, and he still had to choose again for the remaining ones, right?

"When I get out, I will strip that crow of its feathers."

On the moon, someone who was observing the situation in hell through the eyes of a crow suddenly shuddered, and black fluff fell from his head.

Why do I have a bad feeling... maybe it's an illusion?

Other people’s hallucinations are all emotional or tests of regrets in life, but Qiao Song is faced with nothing but fighting and killing.

She said she didn't like people snooping into her memory, but there really weren't any hallucinations based on her memory. She felt something was wrong, as if she had overlooked something. Is hell so easy to talk to?

When she had killed her way through the 18th level of hell's punishment zone, she appeared in the original hell community covered in blood and murderous aura.

The crow with red eyes and black feathers just approached her when she caught it with her quick eyes and hands: "We still have a score to settle." The crow suddenly felt that something was wrong and wanted to escape, but the roots of its wings were clipped back and it was like a captured chicken, unable to move.

Before the results were settled, Qiao Song heard a new system prompt.

Interim administrator vote?

"Everyone else has cleared the level, so why are you still keeping a group of temporary administrators here? Are you so short of people in hell?"

Soon, Qiao Song felt that the world in front of him was slowly getting bigger, no, he was getting shorter.

When his height was fixed, Qiao Song took a look at his new image, a baton wrapped in bandages. It would be fine if he was just a ghost, but now he didn't even have a human form?

With a very unfriendly look on her face, she suppressed the red-eyed crow next door, which was ready to run away after regaining its freedom.

"Didn't I say I refused to be an administrator? How did it turn out like this?"

The little crow, hit on the head with a club, cackled in grievance.

"It's just a temporary permission. Otherwise, half of you players will die before you can get out."

Qiao Song found that this guy spoke fluently.

Crow seemed to know what she was thinking. He held his head high and said proudly, "We are colleagues now, so my words will not affect you."

Qiao Song narrowed his eyes. "So, when the power in Hell changes, no players can participate in the game. If you hadn't gone to the trouble of setting up an administrator replacement system, the dozen or so of us who are left could have been ejected together."

The little crow jumped to the side with a guilty conscience to prevent her from hitting him again: "You can't say that. If that happens, Hell will only have two choices. One is that the color display screen successfully takes over here and turns the Hell Community into a real Hell-level copy where only one in ten players will survive.

The other is that Hell's own defense mechanism is activated, directly upgrading to a higher level copy, and popping out the display screen."

Both of these will have immeasurable consequences.

"Is there any problem with the second option?" It sounds like Hell can solve this problem by itself, so why drag the players into it?

Crow laughed dryly: "Then there will be a third unconquerable dungeon on the Infinite Highway."

Qiao Song frowned and before he could ask what an unassailable dungeon was, Crow immediately changed the subject: "You can vote now. Do you agree that Boss Cai will be the new owner of the Hell Community?"

"What if I don't approve?"

The crow stopped moving and kept staring at her with its big red eyes.

"If you don't agree, let's go and knock him out with a club!" The little crow said in high spirits, "You cut his wires and I'll peck at his screen. Let's divide the work properly!"

Qiao Song: ...

So you really took what I said before to heart, right?

Qiao Song carefully looked at the bird that had been sticking to him, and suddenly spoke frankly: "You want to hand over Hell to me not just because of the red and white values, right? If you really want to find a successor, then just spread the word in the Hell community, and you will definitely be able to wait for players with high double values ​​to come here... Why do you have to let me take over Hell?"

"Then are you willing?"

"No."

Qiao Song said again: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Crow, who had prepared a lot of speeches and wanted to explain the importance of hell to her, suddenly looked around with a guilty conscience: "Why don't we go to the shelf first to have a meeting with others..."

The baton wrapped in bandages ran down with the crows on top.

"I remember the system prompt said that the temporary administrators will vote on whether they agree with the new hell manager. All hell permissions will be replaced within an hour. Those whose temporary administrator permissions expire will automatically leave the dungeon."

"That means I still have one hour to oppose his taking over and beat him up, right?"

"Wait, wait, what are you talking about? Are you really going to hit me with a club?!"

Little Crow originally just wanted Qiao Song to go to the 15th floor, which had already returned to its original state, to vote. After all, the assessment she experienced in her last match was different from that of other players, as this God of Killing had killed his way out directly.

Moreover, she doesn't get along with that display screen. Eight out of ten replacement administrators selected this time will vote for her.

But what did she say she was going to do now? To beat up the boss!?

Qiao Song: "Didn't you say that the guy's wires grew into the entire Hell Community like a tree network, and now they are like a tree stump and can't move. What a good opportunity."

In order to avoid being beaten up, Crow revealed a lot of information along the way, but he never expected that the other party's first reaction after knowing this information was to put the guy downstairs in a sack first.

Qiao Song looked up suspiciously as he ran: "Weren't you the first to suggest the idea of ​​hitting him with a club?"

"I was kidding! I can crack his screen, but are you going to use a baton to tickle him?"

Qiao Song sighed: "The voting system can be turned on remotely, right? I have something to say."

On the 15th floor, a group of mascots of various shapes were exchanging information with each other, when they suddenly saw a few lines of messages appear on the big screen of the Cultural and Creative Center.

[Baton]: Hello, is anyone there? Colleagues, is there anyone here to help remotely? You should all be execution tools now.

【Application for remote execution assistance (0/17)】

Guys on the shelf: …

What the hell is this 18th mascot?

However, most of the people present reacted.

Jin Daya thought, isn’t this my bandaged ghost brother?

Tang Xiaoxiao and the others immediately realized that this was Qiao Song.

And the remaining few...

The lion's head was nudged by the cotton doll, and after the two whispered to each other, the cotton doll was the first to vote in favor.

[Baton application for remote execution assistance (2/17)]

The others who recognized the baton followed decisively. Even Jin Daya hesitated again and again. After Qiao Song did not directly say what he was going to do, he actually chose to support his younger brother.

Only the stained ice cream toy and the dog head necklace reacted very slowly for some reason. They didn't say a word when surrounded by candies and other things, and only cast two votes at the last moment.

【Baton application for remote execution assistance (17/17)】

The assistance requested by Qiao Song was quickly approved unanimously. After all, there was only one lonely vote (2/18) under the "yes" vote, which asked "Do you agree that Mr. Cai will become the new owner of the Hell Community?"

Jin Daya: ???

The golden dentures immediately glared at the other mascots on the shelf. "What do you mean? If you don't vote in favor, I will kill you after the one-hour countdown is over."

The threats may not work now, as everyone is not new and can be fooled by a few words. After all, the system's previous statement was obviously to ensure everyone's corresponding safety. Everyone will run after the level is cleared. It is difficult to succeed in chasing players across dungeons, even dungeon bosses.

This is vividly reflected in Qiao Song.

Jin Daya was tripped by a ball of transparent silk thread. The two looked at each other, the golden dentures, the transparent silk thread, and the snake skin next to it. Wow, the enemies were extremely jealous when they met, and soon a fight broke out on the shelf.

But apart from this corner, other people get along quite harmoniously.

Since everyone is a mascot, it is difficult to get to know each other in person if they don't introduce themselves to each other. Only people who are particularly familiar with each other can do it.

Tang Xiaoxiao and the others, surrounding the stained dog head necklace and ice cream toy, called out Gao Chengcheng several times in succession, but there was no response from the other party.

However, the cotton doll next to him suddenly came over in a familiar manner.

"Hi guys, I might know what's wrong with them."

She pushed the lion doll next to her: "If I'm not mistaken, have these two been to Zootopia before?"

Tang Xiaoxiao looked at Bai You's current appearance warily, and then glanced at the lion doll next to him. He had a vague guess in his mind: "You ask this to mean that their current state is related to Zootopia?"

Bai You smiled and stopped answering. Cotton Doll tugged at her skirt and said, "Well, you have to answer our questions too."

Candy and Lottery Paper looked at each other and walked over.

"What do you want to know?"

Bai You showed a satisfied look.

"Being able to become a temporary administrator means that you have passed the illusion test just now. I want to know what the door you saw looked like."

Tang Xiaoxiao stopped talking, but Lin Xuan couldn't help but say, "Everyone sees a different door. It's just that they see what happened in reality through the crack in the door. Don't you see it? This thing is very subjective."

The cotton doll's hands that were pulling the hem of the clothes tightened.

Neither she nor the lion saw the so-called door. They did not see the illusion at all. Instead, they fought with the execution props inside. After passing the level violently, they inexplicably became temporary administrators.

The reason why the members of Dawn Country are desperate to go home is because everyone knows that they may never be able to go back.

They had been to several special copies, and in order to survive, they had made a deal there and gained extremely special abilities.

Without those abilities, they might have died in Infinite Kilometers long ago, but at the same time, these abilities limit their identities.

The gift from fate had already been secretly marked with a price, and they couldn't return it even if they wanted to.

Even in this copy, when so many players could peek through the crack in the door, she and the lion didn't even have a chance to look at the crack?

Qiao Song, who also fought with props, and even fought more, jumped to the door of the 18th floor with great satisfaction after seeing the results from the remote voting, and immediately arrived at the 19th floor.

Crow also found it unbelievable. Not to mention the other guys, how come that idiot Jin Daya also voted in favor?

Qiao Song felt that her role as a younger brother was not in vain, and that she would definitely send some consolation gifts to Jin Daya next time. In return, she picked up her baton and rushed straight to the gate of the hell.

At the same time, Boss Cai, who was ready to inspect the results in the hell, finally realized something was wrong.

The black wire successfully penetrated the entire Hell Community. Although for some reason, in the second half, there was no information of any player resistance from the other end of the wire, and the message from Jin Daya was also disconnected. Everything should have been extremely smooth.

But the final bit of progress just wouldn’t budge, stuck at 91.7%, as if some of the power of Hell was hiding somewhere that even the wires couldn’t reach.

It doesn't matter, as long as it exceeds 90%, he can force the hell to restart, but it will cost a little.

Now all the players have been ejected, so there is no need to worry about accidentally killing too many players and failing to achieve the survival rate given by the system. He suffered a great loss last time because of this.

After checking the current situation of the Hell Community, Boss Cai immediately found something wrong. Why did it say that the administrator's vote had failed and he would need to wait another hour before restarting Hell?

Low on energy?

Just as he pulled out the black wire under his feet and prepared to increase the output, a guy covered in bandages suddenly stood in front of him.

"Oh, it seems like I really can't move now?"

A baton wrapped in bandages was whipped towards the frame of the display screen at lightning speed. Unfortunately, a large number of black wires blocked her way, so she only whipped a few small wires and failed to break the screen.

"Where did you come from?"

The black wires surged instantly. Boss Cai pondered the current situation of the copy and came to a conclusion with difficulty.

"Are you the administrator of the single floor?"

This is impossible. He has already swallowed the door and key of hell. How could there be an administrator here? Even if there is, how dare he come to kill him?

Finding that the baton was not strong enough, Qiao Song immediately raised his hand: "Tongue-pulling hell!"

A huge pair of pliers instantly appeared in her hand. She quickly cut off several wires of Boss Cai, and then shouted "Scissors Hell No. 2". She repeated this process over and over again, and all the props on the 18 floors were summoned out by her.

The crow flying in the sky cawed to help, and would peck at the screen of the display whenever it had time.

Boss Cai was confused by these two guys for a moment. No, he quickly turned his head to look at the crow next to him.

"You're awake!?"

Qiao Song picked up a millstone and smashed it on his head: "You sound like you went to someone's house to steal something, and you were almost done and about to leave when you realized that the owner had been secretly recording the video next to you?"

The embarrassment, disbelief and feeling of being fooled made Boss Cai burst into a lot of black lines instantly, like a rolling snake, biting directly at the man and the crow.

"Li Yuan??? Your weakness and split were actually fake, are you trying to trick me!?"

The crow cackled twice and distanced itself from me: "Don't overthink it. I was just taking a nap. Who knew you would come to my house to steal?"

He dodged the attack of the wires, and when Qiao Song pulled out a bunch of wires with a whip, he quickly went up and kicked the display screen.

By the way, he pecked a small edge of the other person's screen, revealing the strange circuits inside.

It was the first time that Qiao Song heard the name of this crow. Before he could even taunt it, he heard the crow cackle anxiously, "Something exploded! Go catch the thing that falls on his face!"

The face on the display screen seemed to be related to the source of his power. At least Qiao Song had fought with him so many times, except for the time when an angel investor invested a huge amount of money in him, it was only with the combined power of the sculpture and the chainsaw that a scratch was made on his face. But now, the crow had just used its mouth to pick off an edge of it.

"Li Yuan!!! Do you know what you are doing? How dare you help human players seize the power of the Infinite Highway?"

Crow immediately spat, "You habitual offender, do you think I don't know where these soul crystals on your screen came from? A newly promoted dungeon boss who can't get any incense, you cultivated to this point by accumulating wealth and absorbing soul coins. How many dungeons have you invaded? And assimilated them into your convenience stores?"

Boss Cai looked at him deeply, and hardly gave Qiao Song any extra glances.

The crow cackles, "It's over, hit him in the face quickly, this guy is trying to escape!"

Who could have thought that Boss Cai was so strong-willed that when he saw the Lord of Hell jumping around, he immediately integrated himself into the electric wires, hoping to open a back door for himself to escape while his control over Hell had not completely disappeared.

The crow immediately increased its attack speed, doing nothing else but pecking at his head, just as it had discussed with Qiao Song before.

Qiao Caimi also reacted immediately. He used the space between the black lines to catch the goodies falling from the display screen.

"Is this the teeth of the Lord of Hell? Very nice."

The crow, which was originally circling, was praised so much that it almost stumbled and fell from the sky.

Fortunately, even though Qiao Song complained, he still quickly caught the drops of mercury-like substance and put them directly into the wine bottle given to him by the drunkard.

She had a hunch that this thing might not be worthy of its own toolbox.

A certain drunkard lady with big wavy hair in [the small dark room where cartoonists hide from editors] suddenly raised her head and touched her nose.

The cartoonist who was watching the security guard and the little tongs chatting remotely asked in confusion: "Why are you bleeding from the nose again? Didn't they say that all the doors have been collected? What did Qiao Song put in your bottle?"

The drunkard lady just lay on the sofa and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know."

Anyway, it should be the power fragment of the black robe. She just gave a bunch of wine bottles for snacks. How could this guy cause such trouble? It's too difficult to drink wine.

By the way, are there so many black robes in the Hell Community?

The bottom layer of the Avici Hell.

"A black-robed ghost is actually shielding you, aren't you ashamed?!"

The Black Crow wanted to use verbal taunts to slow down Boss Cai's running. Qiao Song had tried his best to use Hell's native props to cut his black line, but it was obvious that this guy seemed to be afraid that the Crow would do something extremely disadvantageous to him, so he thought that even if he suffered a big loss this time, he had to escape first.

The crow's taunting skill was obviously not good enough, and he winked at the human next to him. When Boss Cai's head was finally about to sink into the black line and was about to escape, he suddenly heard the sound of a chainsaw.

etc--

The display screen, which originally just felt that it was unlucky, suddenly popped up a few centimeters, and the entire screen was filled with angry symbols.

"It's you!! It's you again!!!"

The crow muttered to itself, "Well done!" and immediately swooped down and kicked the screen, successfully pecking off a piece of the LCD screen and directly throwing the few drops of mercury-like substance into the drunkard's bottle.

Qiao Song quickly used 18 kinds of execution props from hell, cutting his electric wires one by one, and then delayed Boss Cai's steps to leave for a while.

"I'll remember you, Qiao Song. Just wait for me. No matter how many copies I cross, I will definitely catch you!!! I will definitely catch you!!!"

Even though it was so angry that it was about to explode, and its posture was a little embarrassed, this display screen still chose to run away instead of fighting hard, even if it could not take away the hell fragment that had swallowed up 91% of the progress in front of it.

When he saw the crow, Boss Cai knew that he could not take ownership of hell, even if it meant risking his life.

The crow regretfully rummaged through the pile of black, wriggling threads, just like a chick digging for earthworms in the black soil.

"Hey, White Egg, check Hell's data network. Did this guy really leave or just pretend to leave?"

Suddenly, an egg-shaped robot with a very cyber-like shape emerged from the black line. Layers of metal carvings made it look like a special machine that could transform into various weapons at any time.

"Data is being hacked, please wait."

The long-lurking D833 had somehow invaded Boss Cai's electrical wires.

"The soul residue is less than 1%."

"Oh, then he must have really left."

Qiao Song looked at this cyberpunk creation that had nothing to do with Bai Dandan, and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, just now in the administrator channel, the little mouse seemed to be asking if anyone had seen a big white egg. Maybe George was looking for you?"

When the originally cold D833 heard these words, a stream of colorful light suddenly slid across the eggshell screen.

The crow next to him cackles.

"Okay, okay, I'll add some restrictions and seal it again."

The crow shook off two black feathers and stuck them onto the egg-shaped robot. The thing immediately shrank and eventually turned into a small desktop robot. The originally cool light effect also faded away, turning into an ordinary eggshell without any special appearance.

Now it looks like a big white egg has finally been laid.

The crow flapped its wings and stood back on the shoulder of Qiao Song, who had regained his human form. Then, his mouth was pinched at the speed of light.

"You lied again. Even if the administrators didn't pass the vote, you wouldn't let that display screen become the master of hell, right? Tell me, what is your purpose?"

Someone sitting far away on the red moon scratched his hair and said, "No, I've gone through such a long way, how can I still find it?"

Qiao Song let go of the bird's beak: "It's okay if you don't say it now, we can discuss it together later."

She took out her bracelet of wine bottles, and shook one of the bottles, pouring out a round object.

The moment the bouncy ball was freed from the bottle, it immediately rushed around: "Which bastard locked me up!"

Qiao Song, who was holding all kinds of torture instruments in his hand, easily put them down: "I have something to ask you. Do you want to confess seriously or be punctured and turned into a soft and deflated ball? It's your choice."

Qiao Song, with a large number of torture instruments suspended above his head, frightened the bouncy ball and said, "I, I, I just do things for money! I'm a member of the Mist Committee. I came to hell for cooperation. Come to hell..."

The bouncy ball glanced and saw the crow next to him. He had received intelligence in advance and knew that the crow had some special relationship with hell. He trembled even more: "I, I, I, I will confess everything. Don't send me to the punishment area of ​​hell!"

The Eighteen Martial Arts of Hell are so intimidating to ghosts and monsters that anyone who hears about them feels sad and anyone who sees them cries.

The memory of the bouncy ball is still in the mortar hell. How come it has become like this after it came out?

Wait a minute, so Boss Cai didn’t win, and Mike Crazy didn’t win either. What’s the situation now? Is Crow committing insurance fraud?

Qiao Song held the ball with a fork in one hand, made sure the bandages on his body had not fallen off, and prepared to go find the players on the 15th floor.

After Boss Cai had left, the system prompt finally arrived.

[Ding——Congratulations to all players for clearing the Hell Community. Due to the game malfunction, we will now compensate you with a gift pack]

This kind of rubbish gift pack usually doesn't have any good stuff in it. The only valuable thing is the soul coin itself. Qiao Song didn't even look at it and directly pushed open the 15th floor to look for his friends on the shelf.

After learning that Boss Cai had left Hell, Jin Daya also slipped away quickly, fearing that he would be liquidated by the Crows. The other players did not stay for long either, but when Qiao Song came in, more than half of the stuff was still on the shelves.

She looked at the items on display, including candies, handwritten novels, cat wool felt, cotton dolls, lion toys, dog head pendants, ice cream truck toys, and a sports lottery ticket...

What a unique mascot.

She could roughly guess who owned some of the things, but what were the others?