Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Ivan: "I always feel that this is not safe enough."

"Why don't we blow up this machine to prevent it from causing harm to others in the future," he suggested.

Pierre thought for a moment and agreed: "You are right."

The two of them rubbed their hands and walked towards the glass container. Only Beibei behind them was trembling with fear: "This is not good... What if the owner of the copy blames us."

"Harmful."

After hearing this, the two didn't take it seriously.

Pierre: “You don’t understand.”

Ivan: "He's not that mean."

The two men approached the container step by step and took out their weapons. Just as they were about to touch the machine, they suddenly found that their bodies were frozen in place and could not move.

[Ding, congratulations to the trialist for successfully completing the dungeon. ]

[Next, you will be teleported out and wait for the next trial to begin. ]

[Departure countdown, 3, 2, 1...]

A familiar voice came from the sky, but the tone was a little cold.

The two of them felt dizzy, and when they regained consciousness, they both vomited.

On the street, there was a bustling crowd of people walking by, and all around were stalls filled with all kinds of goods.

From a distance the vendors looked fine, but when you got closer you would find that some were missing an eye, and some had brain matter floating out like dandruff.

Pierre walked up to the weirdo with the missing brain and grabbed a weird blade from the stall: "How much?"

"five hundred."

"Five dollars, oh, okay." Pierre took out five weird coins.

Then… his face was splashed with brains. The stall owner put one hand on his waist and pointed at him with the other hand and yelled: “What’s wrong? Do you look down on people without brains?”

"I'm telling you, this is because I'm too smart."

"My clever brain is overflowing."

In the end, Pierre took out five hundred strange coins with hatred and took the blade.

There was no way out. When he had an argument with the stall owner, many law enforcement officers came nearby and said they wanted to maintain market order.

Pierre knew he was wrong and had to compromise.

However, there was one good thing, that is, they took advantage of the time to pay the money and talk to that brainy guy and the weird law enforcement officers around them to find out a lot of information.

It turns out that the next copy location is still a long way to go.

The reason why so many people set up stalls is that they don’t want to enter the dungeon, so they simply stay to seek a moment of peace.

They also spontaneously organized law enforcement teams to maintain basic order in the daily market.

Pierre sighed, as expected, there is no escape from capital anywhere in society.

In just a few days, a basic prototype was created.

It is conceivable that in a short period of time, the gap between the rich and the poor will widen rapidly here, and the law enforcement team will be unable to resist accepting bribes and favoring those who are closer to them...

However, this has nothing to do with him.

He and Ivan discussed it and found a hotel nearby to stay in.

The simple wooden house was dirty once you entered it, but the fee was not cheap. The two of them gritted their teeth and finally stayed there.

Having just come out of the dungeon, they have to go and rest.

No one can maintain mental tension for a long time, they must be in the best condition to meet the next challenge.

The two entered the rooms they had booked.

Barrage: "Hahahahahaha, is this how you treat people differently? Chen Laoliu is out of the dungeon and still lives in his own room, which has all the necessary facilities."

"How come it has become like this with these two guys?"

"I think they just wanted to burn the machine and accidentally angered Boss Xu Ye."

Xu Ye has never been a good-tempered person.

As long as the overall direction is correct, the differences in closeness and distance will be reflected vividly in each copy.

……

Ivan entered the room and immediately took off his backpack.

Just now, he and Pierre received two blessings from the Night God, "free entry and exit of ghost stories" and "elimination of negative emotions" respectively.

Ivan took out the bones from the bag and spread them flat on the bed until they formed a complete human shape.

Then he pressed the watch on his wrist, and a vigorous old man teleported into the room out of thin air.

As soon as he appeared he started yelling, "Where is this?"

"Ivan, you treat me like this. You live in such a shabby place. I am treated worse than before when I followed you... You are abusing me."

"Abuse!" he emphasized again, angrily saying, "I'm going to sue you."

Ivan wiped his forehead tiredly and said, "Just make do with it."

“This is the best we can find so far.”

"Ha." The old man glanced at him with disdain, then climbed onto the single bed, lifted the quilt, and shouted: "Ivan, put away your bones, they hurt your butt."

"What kind of habit do you have?" He muttered, saying all the thoughts of the netizens in front of the screen.

Ivan came over and pointed to another clean bed: "You sleep over there."

"Eh~" the old man cried out in disgust, but he didn't force anyone to put the things away. He just muttered, "The red envelope that the old man prepared for his daughter-in-law can no longer be given out."

The audience in front of the screen also agreed with his words.

……

The time passed incredibly fast. After a few days of simple rest, the two met again and set out on the journey to the ultimate place together.

Ivan looked at the other person's expressionless face and realized something was wrong: "Haven't you received the blessing?"

Why is he still looking so dead?

The first blessing that Night God gave to Pierre was: "Eliminate the negative emotions in your body."

Pierre smiled bitterly: "It's not that easy."

His negative emotions came from the ghost story copy. As long as he didn't leave here for a day, the suffocating feeling of being pulled into the copy to challenge levels at any time would come continuously.

That blessing can only temporarily relieve my mood but cannot cure it.

Pierre thought that if his current condition could be compared to an illness, then what Xu Ye gave him this time was painkillers.

Use it when it hurts, and the pain will go away after a while.

His illness did not get better, it just got better.

He must get the final blessing to cure his illness from the source.

Pierre pursed his lips and looked up at the schoolbag behind Ivan: "What about you?"

"Isn't it too heavy to carry a bunch of corpses all day long?"

Ivan automatically ignored the word "corpse" in his mouth and laughed, "He is very light."

The two looked at each other and turned their heads away, and no one talked about this topic anymore.

They all knew that they were sick.

It is a serious illness.

However, some people are so disgusted with their illness that they want to try every possible means to get it out of their body immediately.

Some people, however, enjoy it and are willing to be trapped in such a beautiful "disease" forever.

……

As time goes by, the scenes on the screen have undergone earth-shaking changes.

It has been a long time since the punishment for the ghost story came to Blue Star, but people still habitually took time out to squat in front of the screen every day to watch the progress inside.

At the same time, in the world of ghost stories, there is a majestic mountain range.

Here, mountains are connected to each other, stretching into a continuous piece with no end in sight.

The mountain peaks are extremely high, seemingly rising into the clouds.

The mountain is shrouded in all kinds of mist and fog, and it is almost difficult to get a glimpse of its true appearance from the outside.

At the top of the mountain, in a gorgeous and luxurious hall, the young man was supporting his head with one hand, as if he was afraid that his head would fall off, and his body was lazily leaning on the black throne behind him.

There were countless tentacles shaking around the throne, and at the top was an octopus's head.

On the ground of the main hall, two meters away from Xu Ye, stood an old man wearing an ancient robe and with an immortal-like demeanor.

If you look closely at that robe, it is very similar to the Taoist robe of Longguo, but the details are different.

The old Taoist glanced at the screen in the hall. The angle of the content played on it was similar to that of the audience:

"They're coming in."

Xu Ye closed his eyes and yawned.

Taoist Shengqing: "Don't you worry about them? What if they can't get through?"

Xu Ye turned over in his seat, lying flat on his back, and said, "I can pass."

"So sure?"

Taoist Shengqing lost his composure and tried to provoke him: "Don't you care about them at all?"

On the screen, Chen Yue and others were experiencing horrific torture after entering the mountain.

"Welcome to hell."