A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

Chu Muyan's complexion instantly turned pale, and he remembered that Qin Tian had said similar words to him before. But now that it was said directly from Sheng Zhiyu's mouth, he had to believe it: "Zhizhi, we grew up together, childhood sweethearts, are you really so cruel?"

Qi Heyi couldn't stand it anymore: "Senior Chu, you can't force this kind of thing."

Chu Muyan glared at him fiercely: "What do you know?"

Sheng Zhiyu had a headache: "Now is not the time to discuss this, let's find a way to get through this level of hell. Chu Muyan, what round are you in?"

Although she knew that Chu Muyan was the third wheel, she had only told Gu Xingzhou about the matter from God's perspective.

Chu Muyan quickly calmed down: "I am the third wheel, what about you?"

Qi Heyi was glared at just now, and now he finally seized the opportunity: "We are in the fifth round, and we have passed the Heavenly Way."

Chu Muyan snorted coldly: "Why are you so proud? Your name has always followed Zhi Zhi, so you have the nerve to compete with others here."

Qi Heyi made a face: "What should I do? That's faster than you."

Sheng Zhiyu rubbed his temples: "Shut up."

"Hey, what are you three talking about? Why don't you get out of the frying pan when you get here?" A red kid walked towards them holding a fork.

Sheng Zhiyu was in a bad mood, so he used the snake whip to throw him into the frying pan.

The red kid was so hot that he screamed and wanted to climb up.

The people inside who had been bullied by him for a long time were unwilling to do so. They rushed up one after another and pushed him into the boiling oil and water.

"Senior sister, you are so cruel." Qi Heyi said weakly.

Sheng Zhiyu glanced at him: "Do you want to go down and accompany him?"

Qi Heyi shut up immediately.

"Wait a minute, why do I smell sourness?" Chu Muyan took a deep breath.

Qi Heyi said: "It can't be the sour taste of human flesh..."

The people in the oil pot have been boiled to pieces, but they are still alive. The pot is mixed with blood, water and flesh, which looks very disgusting.

Chu Muyan frowned: "It doesn't look like it. Wait, it seems to be a little salty."

Sheng Zhiyu: "?"

Chu Muyan smelled it carefully again: "It seems to be coming from a very far away place, and most people can't smell it."

Sheng Zhiyu knew that Chu Muyan's nose was very sensitive, at least she didn't smell any sour or salty smell so far.

"Help me, good man, help me!"

"I'm going to die from sadness, kill me!"

The people in the oil pan kept wailing, but the red devils still held their forks and pushed them into it.

The strange thing is that after Sheng Zhiyu threw a red kid into the oil pan just now, the oil pot was no longer guarded by the kid, but the people in the oil pot still couldn't climb out, but their heads could be exposed above the oil.

"Help me, it's so hot! My bones and flesh are about to be melted!" A man with only bones remaining on his face stretched out his hand towards Sheng Zhiyu and the others.

"Senior sister, will you be able to clear the level by getting them out?" Qi Heyi thought for a while.

Sheng Zhiyu tried to use the snake whip to roll up the man asking for help, but found that the man seemed to be sucked by something. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get him out of the oil pan.

Seeing this, Chu Muyan hugged Sheng Zhiyu's waist and started to help pull him, while Qi Heyi hugged Chu Muyan's waist.

The three of them worked together, and even though the spiritual energy was not sealed, the man actually remained motionless.

Sheng Zhiyu chose to give up: "Forget it, this method is not feasible. I think the key to passing the level is to figure out what the sour and salty tastes are."

Qi Heyi scratched his head: "It's sour and salty. It's impossible to add seasonings to cook the people in the pot."

"It's so disgusting, can you eat it?" Chu Muyan felt a chill.

But Sheng Zhiyu started to think: "So, if it is really a seasoning, is it possible that it is vinegar and salt?"

"Are we really going to make these people into stew and eat them?" Chu Muyan felt uncomfortable all over.

Sheng Zhiyu didn't say anything, and slowly moved between the oil pots.

Each oil pot is huge, about seventy or eighty square meters, so the entire oil pot hell also covers a very large area.

"Help me, help me!"

"I'm in so much pain!"

"Please kill me!"

The screams were endless, but Sheng Zhiyuquan pretended not to hear them.

"Senior sister, did you find anything?" Qi Heyi followed Sheng Zhiyu and asked carefully.

Chu Muyan said displeasedly: "Speak less and don't disturb Zhizhi's thinking!"

Sheng Zhiyu walked for about twenty minutes before he faintly smelled a sour smell.

"Hey, it does smell like vinegar." Chu Muyan smelled it and said, "The smell is getting stronger and stronger."

Sheng Zhiyu looked at him: "Then you can lead the way."

Chu Muyan immediately walked to the front, sniffing and finding his way, like a large and responsible dog.

Finally, Chu Muyan stopped: "We're here."

In front of them was a frying pan.

Unlike other oil pots, this oil pot is boiling, and all the people inside have turned into blood.

"I understand." Sheng Zhiyu said, "The key to clearing the oil pan hell is to make the oil pan boil. There is no fire under the oil pan, so the temperature should be constant, so they added a lot of vinegar to it. and salt, which lowers the boiling point of the oil. This is also the key to opening the system mall for this game."

"Damn it, senior sister, you are so smart!" Qi Heyi's eyes shone.

Chu Muyan's mouth twitched: "Can you still play like this?"

The two rounds he had gone through before, one was the simplest Blood Pool Hell, and the other was the awkward Magma Hell, so he didn't experience any difficulty.

Sheng Zhiyu somewhat admired Qin Tian, ​​who passed the first round. He didn't have any prompts at the time. How did he think of making the oil pot boil?

If it were her, she really wouldn't be able to think of it.

The vinegar in the system mall was very cheap, and the three of them exchanged hundreds of barrels of vinegar for just a few points.

Then they each found a frying pan and started pouring vinegar into it like crazy.

Finally, when Sheng Zhiyu finished pouring the 153rd bucket, the oil pan in front of her finally started to boil.

Sheng Zhiyu shook her arms. This was really manual labor, and her arms were sore.

"It's so hot, so hot!"

The people in the oil pot screamed, and as the oil and water boiled, they slowly turned into pieces of blood and merged with the oil in the pot.

Sheng Zhiyu felt the oil pan in front of her gradually disappear, and her hands began to become transparent.

Then, she was transported to a new space.

This time, she faced a vast expanse of white snow, with strong winds blowing all around, heavy snowflakes flying, and the sky was very dark.

If she hadn't known that she was in hell, she would have suspected that the system had teleported her to the copy of the last round of alien invasion.