Chapter 77 Hell Community

"Our little game in the Mirror Hell is very simple. All you have to do is find a mirror that belongs to you. I warn you in advance that it's best not to let the mirror reflect your face, and don't break them. But from the looks of you, you've already prepared yourself, right?"

A middle-aged man wearing a store manager's uniform was standing in front of a mirror door with a special structure.

He wore round, single-rimmed glasses and was thin. From time to time, his eyes revealed a bit of the sharpness that was unique to a businessman, and they even moved up and down occasionally.

To be precise, his eyes unconsciously followed the thick stack of soul coins in Qiao Song's hand as it swayed up and down.

It is said that money makes the world go round, but this store manager is no fool.

"Player, you should know that with our authority, we cannot help players cheat."

Instead of rejecting her outright, he said that it was not within his authority to do anything that violated the rules.

Qiao Song knew that this matter was 80% certain.

"You just said that once you find a mirror that belongs to you and return to the front desk to hand it over to you, the game will end. So, can I understand that every player can find a unique mirror that corresponds to themselves when playing this game?"

Qiao Song put the first stack of money aside and took out the second stack.

The store manager followed her hand with his eyes and thought carefully, thinking that this should not be considered a revealing answer, so he nodded.

Qiao Song then asked, "The new employee in your store probably hasn't played this game yet, right? Can I play a round with him?"

This made the boss frown.

Players are treated differently from ghosts in the Hell community, especially for players who find jobs in buildings on this level. The game difficulty will be lower than going to other levels.

As long as the player successfully passes a game, he will get a check-in slip, so players usually choose to check in on the building on their current floor. After getting the check-in slip, they will choose other suitable areas and continue to check in to pass the level.

However, dungeon creatures cannot force players to participate in mini-games.

Qiao Song gave a cunning smile like a fox.

"No, I mean when he asks to enter the game, I hope you can let him in."

The boss was suddenly confused: "You mean, he will ask to go in on his own initiative?"

The game difficulty of Hell Community is generally the lowest when the shift is just taken over, which is around 18:00 in the evening. As the red moon rises and the moonlight becomes stronger, the difficulty will increase. The same rule applies as you go down the levels.

For some reason, the new male clerk in his store entered the dungeon at an awkward time, just after 7 p.m., which means that to be on the safe side, he could take part in the challenge of the Mirror of Sin Hell tomorrow.

"When you go back later, just hold this in your hand and shake it."

Qiao Song gave the boss a net bag.

There were two stacks of soul coins clearly placed in the pocket.

"As long as he accidentally sees this thing, he should take the initiative to ask to enter the game."

It was one thing that Qiao Song didn’t want the magician to discover him at first, but it was another thing that he needed to lure people in.

The boss calmly put the money in the bag and agreed.

After setting the hook, Qiao Song and Lin Xuan stepped into the mirror gate deep in the Hell of Sin Mirror building.

Just like outside, there are mirrors everywhere in here. The only difference is that this is a pure white world. The light source coming from nowhere makes every mirror in this world extremely clear.

Lin Xuan looked at the full-length mirror not far from himself and was almost frightened.

If he hadn't been wearing a mask, and hadn't been caught off guard and seen a figure exactly like himself appear next to him, he would have been so stressed that he would have used props on the spot.

Fortunately, he had teammates in this game, so he didn't have to be hung on a tree like in the Iron Tree Hell, where a small mistake would end the game and he wouldn't be hung on a tree.

Qiao Song also saw those figures who looked exactly like her, appearing in frames of all sizes.

It's just that she had this face made by the mud ghost, so it was relatively unfamiliar to her. Seeing a stranger in the mirror was just like seeing a passerby outside the window, which was not that scary.

"Let's look for it separately. Let me make it clear first, I don't get along with that guy outside, so you don't need to get involved. Our cooperation doesn't count."

Lin Xuan had heard the conversation between her and the store manager before and roughly guessed that she was going to set a trap, but when teaming up with a big boss, of course he had to understand one thing: don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask.

He nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and immediately started searching in the sea of ​​mirrors.

Unfortunately, the mirrors purchased outside do not seem to be usable in this game.

Lin Xuan recalled what his boss had said before. What they had to do in this game was indeed very simple, which was to find a mirror.

[You have come to the Evil Mirror Maze, please find the mirror that belongs to you and face yourself honestly. ]

Be honest with yourself?

Somehow, Lin Xuan thought of the previous Iron Tree Hell.

Just recalling these four words, his back began to ache. Lin Xuan shook his head to drive these thoughts out of his mind. While moving forward, he looked left and right to observe whether there was anything special about the mirrors around him.

At first he found it strange. How could such a vast white world filled with mirrors be called a maze?

Half an hour later, Lin Xuan felt his eyes were blurry, and he could not see anything different from those layers of mirrors. Whenever he looked up, he would see himself, big and small, everywhere in the mirror, looking at himself outside.

Even with the mask between them, he still felt a little creepy, as if the souls in the mirror had come to life as time passed.

No, it’s him in the mirror, where does the soul come from?

The sudden thought made Lin Xuan break out in a cold sweat.

He couldn't help but feel a little dry in the mouth, and his pace instantly quickened, running forward as if there was an evil ghost chasing him from behind.

But it seemed as if he was the only one left in this world. He looked to the left and saw himself in the mirror looking at him. He looked to the right and saw the same thing.

No, something must be wrong.

He felt his steps becoming heavier and heavier, as if a kaleidoscope was embedded in his mind, with his face hidden in every pattern. The white mask he had specially chosen seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, and was about to fall off at any time.

Lin Xuan was unaware of this. He only felt that this white world seemed to darken, and things other than human figures gradually appeared around him.

Those are some backgrounds with strange styles, which make people feel cold.

The figures in the mirror began to suffer various punishments in different backgrounds. Some of them had their fingers cut off by a pair of scissors, and some had their tongues pinched out and torn off by pliers.

What's worse, just like what happened to him before, he was turned into a doll, with sharp iron branches piercing his back and large clumps of red cotton flowing down the body of the rag doll.

He was locked in a steamer, he stepped on a mountain of knives, he was put into a millstone, and he turned into a skeleton and soaked in a pool of blood...

Lin Xuan seemed to see himself suffering all kinds of tortures from hell. He didn't even notice that the self in the mirror was different. Even though he was still wearing a mask on his face while standing in this space, those in the mirror had become his original appearance.

They were tortured by various punishments, and those scenes were like some kind of future, directly piercing into Lin Xuan's head.

Just as he shouted and was ready to smash the mirror in front of him with a hammer, suddenly, a piece of paper on his body lit up.

【Emergency Hedging Lottery】

[Alas, life is like this, with ups and downs. If you win 5 million by accident, but don't know how to manage money and spend it lavishly, you will end up being a pauper again. Therefore, there is such an emergency risk avoidance lottery. Please prepare 5 million in advance and forget about its existence. When you are unlucky one day, the 5 million will suddenly appear and solve your urgent needs! ]

The lottery ticket suddenly emitted a strange golden light, instantly pulling Lin Xuan, whose mental state was close to collapse, back from his negative state.

His hand shook and his fist brushed past the mirror frame.

Scared to death, luckily I didn't really break the mirror...

While he breathed a sigh of relief, he also felt that something was wrong. So the longer he stayed in this space, the greater the impact on his spirit would be?

He swallowed and touched his face unconsciously, and found that the mask was still on, but the figures in the mirrors around him had turned into his own appearance.

Various torture scenes are played out in the mirror. So-called finding the mirror that belongs to you, does it mean finding the punishment you think you might receive?

Isn't this just exposing one's own crimes in disguise?

A person can deceive many people in his life, but he cannot deceive himself. Of course, he knows what mistakes he has made, such as the previous Iron Tree Hell... After failing the game, he can't use soul coins to exempt himself from punishment like Qiao Song did.

Because he did commit the corresponding crime.

In the Hell Game, as long as the player has the corresponding guilt, he will have to stay in hell and be punished if he fails the game, which is the same as ghosts.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, and after realizing this, he immediately turned around and went back. He didn't dare to think about what kind of punishment he would suffer if he failed in this hell.

Unlike Lin Xuan, Qiao Song walked with ease as if he was just here for a visit.

The punishments being played out in the mirrors around her looked quite scary, but she always felt that it was impossible for her to encounter such a thing.

If you have to put it bluntly, it seems that among the entire 18 levels of hell, the crimes she could have committed can only be barely linked to the first level. Regardless of whether she has ever deceived anyone, she has deceived many ghosts with her mouth.

Oh, no, those big guilds have been deceived by her several times. Speaking of which, the magician is a bit slow. Qiao Song thought that after the other party found out about his token, they would rush into hell as soon as possible.

After all, what she intercepted at the terminal was not just a treasure. The soul coins contained in that thing were just a small part of it. The reward was an entire copy of the rights, which was an unheard-of prize.

What's more, she also has information about the last player who successfully left the game.

Qiao Song looked at the mirrors around her for a while. Although those guys who were punished in hell looked the same as her, they were like hollow dolls. Apart from their appearance, there was no similarity between them.

Qiao Song has already analyzed the correct way to pass the level. He quickly locked onto all the mirrors that contained the tongue-pulling scenes, and finally locked onto a very strange makeup mirror.

Unlike the large-scale torture props in other scenes, the pliers in this mirror might be particularly timid. Qiao Song in this mirror opened his mouth proactively and let out a cry, and then the pliers dared to slowly approach.

Finally, he gently picked up a piece of flesh on her tongue that was so tiny that it was almost invisible.

She discovered on the first floor that the big pliers treated herself and Tang Xiaoxiao differently. The questions he asked her were so simple, but the questions he asked Tang Xiaoxiao were very targeted.

After putting the palm-sized makeup mirror into his pocket, Qiao Song walked around aimlessly, wondering when the little magician would come in.

It’s not that the magician didn’t want to come in, but he was a little unsure whether Qiao Song was really in there.

When he found the money-loving boss at the front desk putting the sundries he had just received into the drawer, he quickly noticed the familiar net bag.

When asked, the boss said that this was left inside the mirror by a player. He thought it was of good quality and could be used to decorate something.

This statement is quite convincing. After all, the boss's drawer is already filled with a lot of plastic bags, nails and other miscellaneous things. He usually uses recycled packaging to pack the mirrors for the ghosts, aiming to be rich but frugal.

You Yitong thought for a few seconds and decided to take the initiative to look inside the mirror door. It happened that he had just entered the dungeon and needed to get the clock-in slip first.

But too many coincidences always make people hesitate.

He had suspected the female player who was waiting in line to check out before, but she was obviously using a disguise. Unexpectedly, his intuition was right. It turned out to be Qiao Song himself, but -

With his right hand wearing white gloves, You Yitong moved the fingertips in the air a few times, but he didn't find the thread he was looking for.

The object he marked is not here.

Or in other words, the line he marked could no longer find the target he was tracking.

You know, the magician's skills can roughly distinguish a direction even across dungeons. This was the bait that You Yitong had laid when he first met Qiao Song.

"Did you use any special props?"

It seems that the other party guessed that someone was following her, so she used a signal-blocking device.

We must hurry up, this guy is growing faster and faster, and now he can even get this special item that can block tracking. If we let him run wild in a few more copies, who knows what he will become.

The magician put on the other glove and, after getting ready, walked into the gate of hell with the words "Mirror of Evil" written on it.

The moment he entered the door, his work uniform automatically changed into a magician's black and white dress suit, and a mask inlaid with feathers appeared on his face.

"Let me see, where are you hiding?"

He took off his magician's hat and pulled out a dove.

The big white pigeon cooed twice at his fingertips, and immediately took off, flapping its wings in the air, splitting into two, two into four, four into eight, and instantly turning into countless white flying shadows, flying through the entire mirror world.

White doves and magicians also appeared in the mirrors around him that reflected his image.

Scenes of punishment appeared in the mirror one after another, and the magician couldn't even stay there for a second, even though the person in the mirror gradually revealed his own face.

The game difficulty is indeed lower for players in the buildings of this level of hell. It didn't take the magician long to find his own mirror with a clear mind.

At the same time, the pigeons also brought news.

Qiao Song is at——

You Yitong turned his head quickly and met a smiling face.

Qiao Song's voice was very pleasant: "Hello, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The hammer, like a force breaking through the wind, smashed directly into the magician's back. The attacked guy seemed to have eyes on his back. He dodged quickly and even waved his robe to absorb the opponent's hammer directly into his magic hat.

"Ms. Qiao Song, you are still as energetic as ever."

You Yitong still had that fake smile on his face. He put his hat back on his head and even nodded politely.

"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. The previous interception can be written off. I came here just to discuss a deal with you about what you got at the terminal."

Qiao Song’s response was to restart the chainsaw.

"Wow, I didn't expect you to be so kind. I'm so angry that veins are popping out of my forehead, but you still want to sit down and talk to me." Qiao Song picked up the chainsaw and started chopping, almost not giving him a chance to speak.

You Yitong was no show-off, but after he dodged, Qiao Song's electric saw missed the target, but he accidentally smashed the surrounding mirrors into pieces.

The magician frowned.

It is not a good thing that the mirror of the Mirror of Sin Hell is broken, whether for Qiao Song or for him. Considering the other party's intelligence, it is impossible for them to do such a thankless task.

"Oh, I forgot to ask you before I came in. Is your sin value high? Or is your morality value up to standard?"

Qiao Song silently looked at You Yitong's wrist, and sure enough, he didn't see anything there.

Her wrists were also empty, as the magician had observed during the first moments of the encounter.

Of course, Qiao Song’s wrist was covered with a layer of mud given by the mud ghost. As long as it didn’t touch water, it would be the same color as his skin, which was almost equivalent to being invisible.

Qiao Song spoke in a relaxed tone, as if reminding a tourist who had missed his stop: "It seems that in this place, as long as the mirror is broken, the hell inside will be released like a fake. I hope your sin value is lower so that everyone can suffer less."

After saying that, Qiao Song didn't wait for him to react, he jumped up and raised the chainsaw in his hand.

The magician's hat seemed to be able to only suck away things like hammers, but there was no way to successfully suck away a moving chainsaw.

His face darkened and he could only take out his magic wand to fight against Qiao Song.

But there were more and more broken mirrors around, melting little by little like broken chocolates, and then a large number of shadows flowed out from them.

Those scenes of hellish torture began to appear. You Yitong had previously been dismissive of the scenes in the mirror, but now he was surprised to find that all kinds of strange pains were coming from his body.

Turning his head, he saw a figure exactly like him, walking on a mountain of knives, in the place closest to him. In another place nearby, a frying pan appeared and he was thrown into it...

The projection that appeared in the mirror before has now become an illusion that is playing around you.

Even if these areas were just fakes and he himself would not commit so many crimes, the pain was still felt in him the next second after the mirrors were shattered.

You Yitong clenched her teeth. Maybe Qiao Song really had a problem with her brain. After breaking so many mirrors at once, wasn't she afraid that she would also...!?

But to his surprise, Qiao Song's figure did appear in the broken mirrors around him, but those figures looked extremely stiff, like puppets, without any reaction. It seemed that the punishments of hell could only be transmitted back to her in an extremely weak state through these dolls that resembled Qiao Song herself.

The buzzing electric saw slid directly towards his head, almost cutting a big hole in his proud magician's hat.

You Yitong's face turned ashen as he felt the punishment on his body getting increasingly severe. As the pain intensified, he had no choice but to snap his fingers, preparing to recall the pigeon and take back most of his strength.

To his surprise, no matter how he snapped his fingers with his left hand, the pigeons didn't seem to react.

The pigeons were part of his strength. If he had been attacked, he would have discovered it early. In his current state, it was more like he was being controlled...

The bang of a hammer interrupted his thoughts. After barely using his magic wand to block the chainsaw, he didn't even have time to take out his prop card.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, your pigeons are probably busy playing scratch-off tickets."

[You will definitely win a $5 scratch ticket]

[It only takes one minute to scratch a scratch-off ticket, but once you win $5, and the owner says he'll give you another ticket, will you scratch it or not? ]

As a small boss of a lottery station, Lin Xuan was well aware of the magic of scratch cards. When Qiao Song found him and asked him to help deal with the possible pigeons later, he immediately agreed. After all, this big player who was not short of money had said that she would pay for all the scratch cards used.

Lin Xuan still had to rely on the big boss to get through the Hell Community, so he immediately gave out hundreds of scratch tickets without hesitation.

Now, the white pigeons released by the magician have been collectively controlled by scratch cards. They are holding the scratchboard in their mouths, indulging in the 5-dollar lottery tickets and having a lot of fun.

As You Yitong's pupils changed color, he seemed to share the vision of the group of pigeons, and he almost burst into swearing because of the repeated scratch tickets.

The mask on his face could hardly hold up, so he took a break and put his top hat in front of the chainsaw.

Although he could not take back half of his strength for the time being, he was no pushover. His right hand wearing a white glove instantly grabbed a transparent thread and pulled out a ghost with flames burning on its body from a space.

【Magician's Good Partner】

[Performer No. 3, a flaming ghost wielding a sledgehammer. It is said that he was hit by a sledgehammer and his skin was torn apart before his death, so he feels deep resentment every time he swings the hammer.]

"Don't you like using hammers?"

Finally summoning a helper, the magician, who was able to take a breath, looked so gloomy that water could almost drip out of it: "Don't worry, I will spare your life. I still have many questions to ask you about the terminal."

The pain from the hellish punishment on his body continued, but as long as Qiao Song didn't have extra time to break the mirror, it would be fine.

Just as he was about to take out the prop card, get rid of the female player in one go, and take her away for interrogation, he suddenly heard a ding sound. The ghost thug he replaced smashed something with a hammer.

You Yitong frowned. He had clearly told No. 3 not to smash the mirror.

At this moment, he discovered that a figure suddenly rushed out far away. Qiao Song, who had just been brave and determined to fight him to the death, was now running very fast. While using a chainsaw to fight back against the ghost behind him, he shouted in this empty space: "Lin Xuan, run!"

The tone was as if the gas was about to explode.

What was going to explode was not the gas, but a square bonsai that contained a special iron tree.

That was the Iron Tree Hell souvenir that was smashed open by Big Ghost No. 3 with a hammer.

The magician only felt that a towering iron tree appeared before his eyes, and it seemed that something fell from the tree.

It seemed to be a human-shaped thing, and it seemed a little dissatisfied because its sleep was interrupted. It just opened its eyes and glanced at him, and thick darkness swept across the entire mirror world like a tide.

"******?"

The next moment, You Yitong heard a string of syllables that he could not understand at all. His eyes went dark and he felt like his brain was going to explode.