Chapter 88 Hell Community
There were few living people in the dark square. Except for those familiar guys who were more conspicuous in the distance, the ones nearby were almost all ghosts of all sizes.
Ghosts with green faces and different looks of death gathered here. Many of them seemed to have just come out of the punishment area, with broken hands and feet, and they didn't have much strength to curse.
Qiao Song remembered that he had just been dragged into the well, which meant that the well was connected to the exit of the punishment area, the lowest level of hell.
She had an idea and looked at the scraps of wood under her feet. It seemed that these chopped pieces were moving.
Qiao Song stepped back a few steps and kicked these guys several times without making a sound as he walked away.
Anyway, those who suffer the punishment on the 18th level are not good guys.
What's more, the pool of meat paste on the 17th floor next door is still trying to form the shape of a human.
This ghost seemed to have just come out of the stone mill hell. During the recovery process, his teeth were chattering in pain and his expression was numb.
"Cao... I, I... came out?"
The feeling of being crushed by the millstone was still vivid in its mind. As it gathered its human body, it said with a grudge, "Why is it so lively today? Why are you all blocking the door?"
A severely burned ghost nearby checked his wounds, shrank his head and grinned:
"The new man in black is gathering people to overthrow hell."
The ghosts nearby were all shocked when they heard the noise: "But isn't the master of hell also in black? This, this, this, when the big ghosts fight, the little ghosts suffer."
"You know shit. The new master said that hell, a place that only punishes ghosts, shouldn't exist. We need to turn this place into a game that targets human players only. In the future, ghosts who come here will only need to apply for NPC positions. By then, we will torture human players. It won't be much better than it is now!"
A ghost who looked like a mummy nearby also echoed: "Yes, that master is now recruiting soldiers to occupy the eighteenth level of hell. What do you think we should also apply for the job?"
"But I heard that if you want to apply for a job as a game administrator, you have to be at least Red Level. But if we just do odd jobs in the dungeon as an NPC, I think we can do it."
"Yes, we still have to compete with humans. It is said that humans can also apply for the position of administrator, but it depends on their numerical values. Those with too high numerical values can also be selected as candidates after a certain layer of hell collapses."
"That's why I say this gentleman is smart. He plans to drag all the candidates to the hell and kill them. Then he will only support his own people to take the position. Come to think of it, didn't he open a portal just now? Now if we capture humans in the hell and hand them over to that gentleman, we can exchange them for money."
"Strange, I just saw a figure falling down."
A headless ghost picked up his own head with both hands, turned around in the darkness, but before he could straighten himself, someone covered his mouth and dragged him away.
The remaining ghosts continued to discuss: "Hey, is it the sawdust on the ground? This must be the punishment of the 18th level of hell. It turns out to be these dregs. Pah, then leave."
Several ghosts around suddenly pouted.
Although they are all ghosts imprisoned and tortured in hell, there is a chain of contempt among them. Most of those who were sawed into this state by knives have committed the most serious crimes in the 18th level.
Most of those who came out from the 16th and 17th floors are greedy and money-loving guys, like those who attacked women and children. They are basically at the bottom of the contempt chain.
"So guys, why don't you give it a try? I have an acquaintance who got a position from that man in black. Let's make some arrangements and jump the queue to the candidate area." The ghost with burns all over his body continued to lobby the other guys, just like a small foreman who came out to recruit.
"Hey, you guys—?"
When he turned around, he found that several guys who had just talked to him were gone. The only one left was a guy next to him who had just come out of the stone mill hell and had rebuilt his body not long ago. He raised his hand and pointed behind him in horror.
"!"
The guy whose eyes were burned and was still recovering turned his head and took a look: "You scared me to death. I thought you were talking about what was behind. What did you see? You are so scared."
When he looked back, the guy from the stone mill hell was gone.
A chill went straight into my heart.
There were groups of ghosts chatting all around, but at this moment, this ghost just felt that something was suddenly wrong. No, how could there be ghosts in the hell?
"My dear brother, I heard you say that there seems to be a way to apply for an NPC position at the Big Ghost?"
The burned ghost was startled by the sudden sound. He turned around and saw a guy with a face covered with strange bandages standing next to him. There was a strange red-eyed crow standing on his shoulder, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that the eyes were not red, but just an ordinary color.
This guy came out of nowhere and scared him.
Wait a minute, the face is blocked and the color of the face cannot be seen clearly. Could this be a...
The burned ghost sniffed subconsciously and smelled a very righteous yin smell, so it shouldn't be a player.
Qiao Song, who had just taken the bandage off the bandage ghost and wrapped it around his face, then put on a ghost cloak and asked Crow to be smart and not expose himself, adjusted the wine bottle that had just been filled on his wrist.
I didn't expect that even after knocking out several ghosts, I still couldn't fill a bottle. It seems that the quality of these guys is not good.
He had no idea that the guy he was talking to had turned into a burnt ghost that was the raw material of the drink. He quickly assessed Qiao Song's strength and immediately became enthusiastic:
"Of course, I just want to find a few brothers to go with me. I am alone and weak, and it is not easy for me to compete with other small groups. What do you call me brother?"
"Just call me Song Qiao."
Does this voice sound like a woman?
But he had just judged that the strength of this female ghost was much stronger than the guys he had talked to before. Looking at her for a few more times even made him cautious. She was probably a very powerful big ghost. She might not be as strong as the one in red, but she should be much stronger than the ordinary little ghost in white.
The Burnt Ghost nodded immediately and changed his address: "Sister Song, how about we go to queue up with Master Cai? I have a brother who is a member of the recruitment team over there. Let's go over there and directly rush to the first level of hell. As long as we can break through one level, we can immediately get an NPC position, and maybe even compete for the administrator."
Mr. Cai should be the display screen. This guy really is thinking about doing business wherever he is.
However, Qiao Song did not expect that these ghosts in hell would become so ambitious in order to avoid being punished.
"Okay, but is it okay for us to attack Hell directly? I remember that some guys would be actively attacked by the torture tools inside once they entered."
"Well, they are all sinners. Of course, I'm not talking about our Master Cai. These foreign masters are waiting for the execution tools to remove the symbols on their bodies. Moreover, we will not go through the main entrance, but other passages opened by the masters. By the way, do you have many numbers on your body?"
He was a little cautious when saying the last sentence.
Qiao Song shook his head, thought for a moment and added, "I can't go to the 4th floor, the other floors are fine."
The Mirror of Sin Hell is closed, so of course there is no way to verify this.
"That's great! My brother said that their next mission does not include the fourth floor, so we can just catch up with this expedition!"
The burned ghost called himself Zheng Yong. It was said that he was a cook when he was alive. Perhaps because he embezzled too much money given by his boss to buy vegetables, he did not expect that he would suffer in hell after his death.
"Sister Song, you said you died after entering this game, so you were a player before you died?"
Qiao Song nodded. The main reason was that she had not yet figured out the composition of ghosts in the Infinite Highway world. The cook just said that he went to hell after his death, and also said that when he was alive, he was working in the kitchen of a restaurant in a provincial capital in the human world. This undoubtedly showed that when he was alive, he was not a living person in the copy, but in the human world.
All these players who are lost on the infinite road want to go back to that human world.
This is completely different from Xiao Ni. Xiao Ni died as a native NPC in the copy and became a ghost after his death.
Zheng Yong was immediately in awe: "Then you must have skills, this must be a management talent at the red level!"
The most common cannon fodder in the infinite world is the white-clothed ghost. As for the red-clothed ghost, it is not only because the red-clothed ghost has more resentment, but also because the red-clothed ghost has many abilities that the white-clothed ghost does not have.
Therefore, even if one does not have enough resentment, as long as one possesses special abilities, he or she will be respectfully called a Fake Red Dresser.
Qiao Song thought of the sunny doll in the Rule Convenience Store and Yin Yin, who could turn all the toys she made into living things. The former should be the ghost close to Hong Yi, and the latter is the real Hong Yi.
"If we are assigned to the same team, I will have to rely on you to help me. I am still a kid now, and I don't know when I can awaken abilities like yours."
When players are alive, they are always hostile to these ghosts, but after they die, they are easily accepted by them.
Qiao Song's mind moved, and he quickly asked another question. Zheng Yong had just taken the initiative to recruit other ghosts to join the group, and he was indeed a chatterbox.
"After all, this ghost world is completely different from the underworld I thought it was when I was alive. Players always think they can return to the human world by playing these games. What can we dead people gain? We are just floating around in this world. Pah, this hell is designed to punish us, why should it let the living people off?"
The more Zheng Yong thought about it, the angrier he became. He seemed to be afraid that Qiao Song, a player who turned into a ghost after death, would not be firm enough. He said a lot of things that living players should do, and the most common thing he said was to complain about unfairness:
"Don't people commit crimes when they are alive? We have to be punished as soon as we enter the Hell Community, while those players can still play some nonsense small games, and they are exempt from punishment once they pass. In my opinion, they should be like us, with numbers put on every living person, and they should be punished and beaten when they deserve it!" Zheng Yong was very indignant.
Qiao Song did not comment on the first few words, but the second sentence is quite good. It is indeed annoying to see some guys escape from hell.
Moreover, what Zheng Yong said made Qiao Song seem to have some vague guesses about the composition of the current infinite highway.
Most of the players who enter the game have memories of their death. Even if they are not completely dead, they are at least in a state of near death.
But Zheng Yong could clearly say that he was dead, and even said that he came to this game world after the seventh day.
But ghosts are not like players, who are required to go to dungeons every once in a while.
They lack the constraints of the system and the carrot dangling in front of them, which means they cannot return to the real world.
With this comparison, is there a possibility that the player is not completely dead in the real world, but is instead frozen at the moment of near-death?
That's why there is such a clear distinction between players and ghosts. Players can return to the real world, but ghosts can't, so they hate players so much.
Of course, if you really die in the game, you might become a ghost.
As a result, the native NPCs in some copies seem a bit weird. For example, the students in the Ghost Story Middle School, are they transformed from humans or ghosts? Why do they turn into ghosts after death?
"Hey, are you listening to me? Let's go over and register first..."
Zheng Yong, who had already squeezed to the center with Qiao Song, suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Hurry up and lower your head. It's Master Cai. Don't look directly at Master Cai!"
Qiao Song, who was still organizing his thoughts, raised his eyebrows and quickly glanced at the display screen in the distance.
Although Boss Cai is now surrounded by a bunch of fawning ghosts, his appearance is bleak.
He seemed to have been to the 17th floor. Although the screen on his head remained intact, the wires behind him would deform from time to time, like kneaded mud, gathering together for a while and then dispersing, repeating the process over and over again.
Looking at the garbled symbols that appear from time to time on the other person’s screen, wow, it must be quite painful, right?
very nice.
Qiao Song watched happily for a few seconds before lowering his head, afraid of attracting the other person's attention.
You have to know that the whole square was dark, with large groups of ghosts and straw-like things. The display screens all fell down when they arrived, so it would be particularly abrupt to look up at this time.
It seemed that he knew that Boss Cai didn't want other ghosts to see him in such a miserable state. After all, his white gloves were torn, his suit was dirty and he had no place to change it, and there were some irreparable wounds on his body caused by the punishment mechanism. He looked as miserable as he could be.
Of course, the overall ghost depression was also quite serious. He had torn to pieces quite a few guys who dared to stare at his face. Otherwise, these ghosts in the square wouldn’t be so scared now.
"Has the source of that foreign force not been found yet? News just came in that the doors to the 11th and 12th floors have disappeared. Is this how you do things?"
The person who spoke was not Boss Cai, but another ghost following behind him, who was covered in big gold rings, big gold chains, and jewels. When he smiled, his mouth was full of golden teeth, and the guys of the same level called him Jin Daya.
This highly recognizable ghost face immediately reminded Qiao Song that these were the guys together with Boss Hecai who had been tricked into hell by her.
They also went to Hearse Entertainment to watch the game. The opponent's level was obviously not as high as Boss Cai. Although he was wearing gold and silver and looked like a boss, just standing behind Boss Cai who was impatiently fixing the wrinkles on his clothes, he looked like an ordinary chubby little brother.
"Uncle Jin, from the information we received, it seems that the guys outside are colluding with the players. Otherwise, you know that they can't enter the 11th and 12th floors. Only players can."
Ordinary ghosts enter the hell game to seek death, and there is no need for ghosts of a higher level to go in. Anyone who enters will be caught and punished.
Since they snatched the gate that represents the authority of hell from the NPC, it must have been done by a player. Ordinary players in the past did not have the courage to do this, after all, they could not use the gate after snatching it, and only ghosts with red robes or above, that is, black robes, could use it.
Even if the sum of the moral value and the sin value reaches a particularly high standard, the successor needs to be voted by the floor master of each floor. In other words, in the current chaotic situation, the only ones who dare to rob the door and take it away, and who can use the door, are the black-robed ghosts.
The number of black robes is not large in the entire Infinite Flow Highway.
The news of the problems in Hell has only been out for a short time, and there are even fewer people who have this kind of intelligence capabilities and can influence this place through the dungeon.
Boss Cai, who had been silent the whole time and exuded a low mood, sneered a few times.
"I can guess who that is. I was wondering why he asked that broken microphone to walk with me when we left Hearse Entertainment, but he refused. I'm afraid he must have guessed that there was an ambush on the road..."
In fact, it is not accurate to say that he was ambushed, after all, he was the one who took the initiative to cause trouble for Qiao Song.
Thinking of this, Boss Cai couldn't help but grit his teeth again, trying hard not to think about that damn human.
He had to use his data flow where it should be used, otherwise he would get so angry that the wires would run wild when he thought about the other party.
He has suffered the consequences of acting on impulse once.
Although he was tricked this time, he did discover a great opportunity. The master of hell was in trouble, and there were very few ghosts who could take over. If he hadn't happened to fall here, he wouldn't have realized that this was a good opportunity.
"The data lines for each floor have been connected. Gather the ghosts and wait. Whoever can get the gate to hell will be rewarded handsomely."
Jin Daya immediately nodded and added, "Also, everyone, remember to pay more attention to which players are hooking up with the black robes from outside. Cutting off the connection between these guys and the dungeon is more important than dealing with the players, understand?"
After all, the players who have met the double value requirements and are capable of competing with them have been trapped in the hell mini-game by Boss Cai in advance.
What they have to do now is to use their absolute advantages in quantity and quality to take over Hell in one fell swoop when those players are eager to escape to the top floor and the ghosts outside cannot get in for the time being.
"With the Black Robe Master leading the way, we will definitely be safe! This is the real Black Robe! It is said that the master of Hell barely advanced to the Black Robe when he was unconscious. In his current state, he probably can't beat Master Cai. This is our chance!"
Zheng Yong felt his heart pounding as he listened to a big ghost's conversation.
Qiao Song, who had been hiding in the shadow and eavesdropping, was thinking about other things.
What is a black robe? Is it a level above white and red robes? Are all ghosts with strange heads considered black robes?
Zheng Yong, the chatterbox who was trying to recruit people, immediately explained, "Black-robed ghosts are rare. Apart from ghosts like Mr. Cai with special heads, there are also ghosts with animal heads, and extremely special human-shaped ghosts. It is said that the master of hell used to be a player. Otherwise, why would he be so partial to humans?"
Qiao Song subconsciously felt something was wrong.
At present, both the inside and outside of the game want to divide the power of hell, but the premise is that the master of hell is not good enough. But she recalled her experiences in the Iron Tree Hell and the Mirror of Evil Hell. Why did she feel that the dead boy was more like slacking off? Or was he doing it on purpose...
Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the crow on her shoulder. At this time, the little guy made a light cawing sound. She didn't know what he did, but the whole bird became transparent, and it was probably difficult to notice it now.
Qiao Song raised his eyebrows and looked at the crow again. Seeing that the latter was a little uncomfortable, he didn't say anything. He just symbolically pinched the fluffy feathers behind the crow's head.
"I don't care about anything else, just don't disturb me while playing games."
The crow nodded immediately, being extremely obedient.
Qiao Song was soon pushed into the hands of an old brother whom Zheng Yong knew.
The ghost's position was indeed not low. It seemed that he was working directly with Big Gold Teeth beside Boss Cai. He originally wanted to wave his hand to persuade this fellow villager who had just come out of the volcanic hell to leave. After all, the ghosts he brought last time were not very good.
But this time, his eyes turned and fixed on Qiao Song when he saw him.
This aura, this look that is fearless in the face of danger and treats ghosts as garbage, and this feeling that makes ghosts feel cold!
Although there are enough ghosts in the Hell of Unending Suffering, most of them are ordinary ghosts in white, and there are very few ghosts in red, which are the backbone.
Now that someone who can fight has arrived, of course we have to bring him up.
Qiao Song knew very well that her chainsaw and hammer were too conspicuous, so she put a mask on her head, bandages on her head, and deliberately faked her voice. She even changed her weapons. She was afraid that Tang Xiaoxiao and the others would not recognize her if they stood in front of them.
In the hell where little devils in white were running everywhere, Qiao Song was taken to jump the queue and was introduced to Jin Dayia.
When the fat man covered in gold jewelry saw Qiao Song, his fat trembled.
Why do I feel uncomfortable when I see this guy?
"That's strange, I haven't seen you before?"
Qiao Song said hoarsely as he took out the weapon in his hand: "Maybe it's because of this."
She took out a baton. The baton was also smart. It disguised itself obediently at this time and did not completely reveal its true nature.
"When I was alive, I killed a lot of ghosts with this, so I might have acquired some viciousness. Don't worry, I'm with you now, and I'm only dealing with those guys who are in collusion with the boss outside the dungeon."
It turned out to be a dead player. Players who died in hell basically died at the hands of other humans. Judging from this guy's tone, he might have been cheated by his former peers, so that's easy to explain.
Players are indeed annoying when they are alive, but they are good helpers after they die. They have a wide variety of skills. Basically, as long as they are not too bad players, their abilities will jump to the pseudo-red level not long after they die.
Jin Daya nodded immediately and said in a long tone: "Not bad, not bad, you are very aware. So, you will be with me later. When the turntable starts to rotate, except for the collapsed 11th and 12th floors, and the accidentally closed 4th and 9th floors, you should be able to go to every floor, right?"
On the way, Zheng Yong told Qiao Song that Boss Cai was tinkering with some strange props. It was said that he had been tortured in the hell for several days because of it, but he just gritted his teeth and endured it without healing his wounds. He was just waiting to use those wires to invade the hell step by step and get rid of the guys who were in the way.
"Okay, wrap this around your wrist and work hard. Maybe you can even get a job as an administrator."
Qiao Song took the short piece of black wire which was not much thicker than a hair and tied it around his hand without hesitation.
This thing looks like a mark, but if she takes out a chainsaw, she can easily remove it, not to mention that she has a prop that can block the mark [The number you dial is currently busy].
Although she didn't particularly want the management rights of hell, these guys who were at odds with her all liked this thing, so of course she had to get involved.
When the time comes, just grab the items and run away. How exciting.
But for now, he should just be an undercover agent seriously. He has obtained a lot of intelligence so far. It would be interesting if the color display screen thinks that the only team that can compete with him in this hell is a team supported by an external boss.
The relationship between the two sides is so bad. If there is no intelligence reconciliation, then if one side gets hit or something is lost, it will be blamed on the other side.
Qiao Song can do whatever he wants at that time, as he can take turns to take the blame anyway.
"It's started, it's started. As expected of the black robes. This is such a scene..."
Although many of the little ghosts in white gathered at the outermost edge were not selected, it was good to watch the fun. But if this big ghost succeeds, hell will be a different place!
Boss Cai, who had been keeping a low profile for several days, finally turned all his body parts except his head into strange black lines.
Those wriggling things looked more like long black worms than threads. They seemed to have taken root in the hell long ago, like weeds on the ground, swaying in the wind in patches.
A special net gradually covered the bottom layer of the entire hellish area and continued to spread upwards.
Unlike the previous small-scale fights where one or two special players were taken away when leaving the game, this time what Boss Cai wants to do is to pull every other level of hell directly into a special area.
Coming layer by layer is still too inefficient. If we want to fight, then we should all fight together! He didn't believe that the broken microphone, which can only transmit sound, could compete with an invading boss like him for things.
[Data invasion...Network connection in progress...Multiple networks merged...]
[Please note...Administrator is missing...Keys and backdoors are being distributed]
Qiao Song felt that the black line on her hand seemed to carry some kind of electric current, which numbed her wrist. Soon, a white light appeared in front of her eyes, and she saw a huge turntable floating above her head.
That thing was like a cake cut into 18 pieces, with a few special symbols or shapes on each piece, but some of them were obviously dimmed, as if they had been eaten, or were no longer edible.
[Ding——Invasion successful! ——Welcome to the Hell Game——Hell Wheel! Please try your best to survive in the Hell Game, and please try your best not to be captured by the Hell Game. Each door to Hell corresponds to a key. Once more than half of the Hell authority gathers on a single energy body, the game ends immediately. The entry threshold for this round of the game is a pseudo red ghost or above. The standard for human players: the sum of the double values is 120 or above. ]
[The Red Moon block has been lifted. I wish you all a happy game and a harmonious and beautiful new hell community! ]
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