She swallowed the pill and continued, "The Hell Path has eighteen levels of hell space. When it covers your head, it takes you inside. You can only take one trip through hell. If you survive, you win; if you don't, you die."

"...The eighteen levels of hell? I feel like no one can survive that. Sister Yaochi, can you? You have S-level instincts."

"Instinct and skill are not simply determined by level. Some A-level skills are even countered by D-level skills. Your brother's summoned Grim Reaper is probably B-level, but don't even mention me. Even players with S+ level instincts will die if they get hit."

She saw Death in the opera house and then did a lot of investigation.

"Are there S+ level players?" Li Changzhou asked.

"I haven't heard of it yet," Yaochi replied.

Even Yaochi, who knows about things like 'human immortals, earth immortals, heavenly immortals, saints, and creation,' hasn't heard of S+ level beings. So even if there are S+ level beings, there are probably no more than 5, or even fewer—with such strong instincts, there must be a lot of them, so it's impossible that no one has heard of them.

"Are you still going to Taiwan?" Yaochi asked with a smile, looking at the three of them teasingly.

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid of pain," Yang Qinglan said calmly.

Is the reason I haven't been with him simply because I'm afraid of pain? Then it's okay not to have children!

Li Changzhou had no desire for children, and even if he did, he wouldn't let Yang Qinglan, who was afraid of pain, give birth.

"How about the four of us work together to bomb Taiwan from a distance?" Li Qianxia asked, looking at the other three.

"How far is the attack range of the Eighteen Levels of Hell?" Li Changzhou asked Yaochi.

“My dear Li Erye,” Yaochi sighed, “I’ve only been here a short while, how could I possibly have so much intelligence? I originally ordered my men to monitor Zheng Chenggong, hoping to see the players on the ship and probe the depths of Hell Path, but then I ran into you and was directly lured onto the ship by you.”

"How far could Zheng Chenggong's cannons shoot?" Li Changzhou asked Yang Qinglan again.

"I remember that the cannons in the Ming Dynasty were three li long. One li in the Ming Dynasty was equal to 180 zhang, which is equal to 559.8 meters. Three li would be 1679.4 meters. There were also a few captured Hongyi cannons on the ship, which could fire seven or eight li long."

Yang Qinglan was not a philosopher, but a library.

"Seven or eight li..."

Yaochi glanced at Li Changzhou: "You plan to use a cannon to test the opponent? With the opponent's physical strength, a cannon is no threat at all. You might as well use poison, since you like using poison anyway."

She still remembered that in the pear orchard, Li Changzhou had the king cobra secretly poison him.

He holds grudges, doesn't he?

“By the time the players are poisoned, all the ordinary people on the island will have died.” Li Changzhou disagreed with this method.

Li Qianxia also frowned, at a loss for what to do.

"Things will work themselves out. Let's go to Taiwan first, stop the ship seven nautical miles away, and then figure out what to do," Yang Qinglan said.

"Forget it," Li Changzhou straightened up and said arrogantly, "I'll just go there myself and see how painful the eighteen levels of hell really are!"

“Those who drown can swim, and those who are scared to death by ghosts are usually those who don’t believe in ghosts,” Yaochi laughed.

Li Changzhou glared at her, then turned to Yang Qinglan and said seriously, "If I don't come back, you—"

"I will commit suicide on Taiwan." Yang Qinglan was just like Yu Ji.

I wonder if we will ever return to the era of Xiang Yu and Yu Ji.

"...What I mean is, you live well with my sister, but if you want to commit suicide to join me, I have no objection. Qianxia—"

"Brother, go in peace. I will live on with a smile."

Li Changzhou said to Yang Qinglan, "Remember to bring her down with you. I'll be waiting for you at the crossroads in front of the Yellow Springs Gate."

After making a joke, Yang Qinglan said seriously, "Let's wait until tomorrow, I'll give it a try."

Today's [Goddess of Gushe] has already been used.

"Forget it." Li Changzhou shook his head. "Treasure Island is neither too big nor too small. The navy can either take the Luermen waterway or the southern waterway. We don't need to. We can sneak onto the island and assassinate them."

"We can unite with the local tribes on the island," Yang Qinglan thought, recalling her identity as an 'incarnation of Mazu'.

"What if the other side has skills or equipment to detect players?" Yaochi was less of helping to think things through and more of a spectator, watching Li Changzhou and the others rack their brains.

“If this doesn’t work,” Li Changzhou looked out of the cabin, “we have no choice but to actually make the trip.”