Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

The long-tongued woman couldn't stand the grievance, and screamed at the people outside the wall, but because her tongue was pulled out, the sound she made was extremely weird.

The pile of tongues on the ground wriggled crazily and rushed towards the group of players.

The nearest unlucky player was covered in tongue, and the limp tongue was stuffed into his mouth, leaving only one tail outside, and the rest got into his throat.

The player's face turned red due to lack of oxygen, and he silently asked for help from the person next to him.

Shen Dongqing was the most willing to help others. He just punched this unlucky guy in the abdomen.

"Ouch—" The player's facial features wrinkled due to the pain, and his waist was bent like a shrimp. After retching for a while, a long tongue vomited out of his mouth, and his whole body collapsed.

Seeing this, the player next to him involuntarily moved away, opening the distance between the two.

Although being stuffed with a tongue won't kill her, but... this way of rescue is too painful, the person was rescued, but half of his life was lost.

Shen Dongqing shook her hand, and asked very enthusiastically: "Is there anyone else who needs help?"

The players shook their heads, expressing that they could handle the tongue.

Seeing that her tongue couldn't do anything to these players, the long-tongued woman became even more furious, and even forcibly broke free from the two little ghosts who pulled her tongue out, and rushed out of the mural.

The long tongue flicked around in mid-air, and tangled directly towards Shen Dongqing. The mucus secreted during the process dripped on the ground, burning out wisps of green smoke.

A well-meaning player reminded: "Be careful!"

But this long-tongued woman is very dangerous at first glance, and no one else can help her.

Shen Dongqing couldn't help but took a step back: "...that's disgusting."

He just took a shower and changed his clothes.

Seeing Shen Dongqing shrinking back, the long-tongued woman thought she was afraid of herself, so she laughed even more wildly.

But her laughter didn't last long, her movements froze, and she flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, directly smashing a deep hole in the wall.

Shen Dongqing rubbed the soles of her feet on the ground, and let out a "tsk" in disgust.

The woman with the long tongue fell limply to the ground, the long tongue protruding from her mouth bounced and fell down limply.

The player who reminded Shen Dongqing just now was stunned.

This...is this the end?

He couldn't quite believe his eyes.

After the long-tongued woman fell down, those little tongues also deflated, and the player easily broke free.

Ding--

A copper key fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

A player looked left and right, but didn't dare to pick it up, for fear of becoming a target of public criticism, he looked at Shen Dongqing: "How about...can I give you the key?"

Shen Dongqing flatly refused: "No."

Player: "Huh?"

Shen Dongqing looked away: "It's disgusting, whoever wants it can take it."

The players saw that there was indeed a cloudy mucus hanging on the key. They didn't think it at first, but now after being reminded, it seems a little disgusting.

The players looked at each other, and finally someone stood up and picked up the key with his eyes closed.

This is the way to the next level.

But the strange thing is that there are actually two people who can't reach other places on the first floor.

The other players thought about it for a moment, and then they understood that the two people who were left behind were usually glib and often tricked other players, which happened to be a tongue-pulling hell.

That being the case, there is nothing the others can do but give up on them and move on.

After opening the iron door between the two floors, follow the stairs step by step.

As soon as the players walking in the front saw a little light, they felt a cold wind blowing from above, chilling their bones.

He didn't have time to escape, so he could only freeze in place.

At this moment, a kick came from behind, kicking the player to the ground.

The moment he fell to the ground, there was a "click" from the place where he was standing, and a pair of scissors as tall as a person fell from above. Judging by the sharpness of the blade, it might be able to cut a person in half easily.

The man survived the catastrophe, just about to get up, when he saw the scene in front of him, he screamed again.

This layer is littered with corpses.

The corpse was not complete, but was cut in half, and the internal organs flowed out from the broken place, and flowed all over the ground.Even so, none of these people died. They kept rolling and howling, and the whole floor was filled with the smell of blood.

Even though the players were well-informed and saw such a scene, they still couldn't help shivering.

"Let's find the key first."

The players separated in two, but found a key without any risk, and went to the next floor.

With the experience of the first two floors, after reaching the third floor, it is no longer a surprise to see Kazuki full of people hanging there.

The third layer is the Iron Tree Hell.

The ground is full of iron trees, and the trees are full of people. Those people were stripped of their skins when they were hung up. They looked naked and red. There were tall, short, fat and thin men and women. A dead fish.

Shen Dongqing pinched her nose: "It's so ugly."

Zhou Wenyan nodded: "It's pretty ugly."

Shen Dongqing said quietly: "I wonder if there is something wrong with this ghost king. Normal people wouldn't make their homes like this, would they?"

Zhou Wenyan corrected: "It's a ghost."

Shen Dongqing corrected it graciously: "That's obviously not a normal ghost."

After listening to the whole conversation, Wu Jia thought silently, is it not good to scold the master in other people's homes?

But these two obviously didn't care about this.

Zhou Wenyan also asked with interest: "If it were you, how would you like it?"

Shen Dongqing thought for a while: "First of all, there must be wifi, so that you can play games with a signal."

Zhou Wenyan smiled: "And then?"

Shen Dongqing began to fantasize about the future: "There must be a big TV, and it would be better to have a floor-to-ceiling window, and there must be a lot of snacks on the table..."

He turned his head to look at Zhou Wenyan, smiled suddenly, and hugged the arm of the person next to him: "Of course I have you."

Zhou Wenyan watched him, his voice softened: "There will be."

The players over there have found the key.

But just like just now, something that people can't leave happened again.

The players who were left behind were stunned.

"We haven't done anything bad!"

A player who was more familiar with ancient mythology said: "Iron Tree Hell is for punishing those who separate their flesh and blood and provoke discord between relatives. Have you committed these two things?"

A dark and skinny man burst out with a swear word: "Is this counted? If you quarrel with your family, you will go to hell? This is too outrageous!"

For modern times, it is not considered a crime, and it will go to hell when it comes here.

The players who were left behind were also suffering.

Those players who are going to the next level are even more disturbed. Most of them have made big and small mistakes. Maybe the next level of hell is where they are trapped.

But what can I do?Before they got the Ghost King Treasure, they couldn't leave this dungeon, so they could only keep going down.

Compared with the first three floors, the fourth floor looks much cleaner and fresher, at least there is no bloody flesh, let alone flying stumps.

There are only mirrors here, all kinds of mirrors.

As soon as you walk into it, every mirror reflects a figure.

The first player to walk in faced countless selves. After a while, the image in the mirror began to change, showing a scene.

This player once killed another player.

He committed the crime of murder.

Wu Jia: "Evil Mirror Hell."

When a person who has committed a crime arrives in front of this mirror hell, the sins he has committed will appear when he looks in the mirror.

The player explained in a panic: "I can't help it, I didn't mean it, ah—"

The trial here doesn't care whether he did it on purpose or not. A pair of bloody hands stretched out from the mirror in front of the player and dragged him into it.

There was a burst of ripples on the surface of the mirror. Someone saw that the player was thrown into the sea of ​​swords and flames. He and the undead beside him stood on the hot charcoal fire and kept jumping, as if they were dancing.

"This……"

Before entering the game, these players may still have a clear conscience, but after entering the game, how can they survive until now without some blood?

The players backed away silently, not daring to enter the evil mirror hell.

But if you don't enter it, you can't find the key to the next floor, and if you enter it, there is no way to avoid the 365° mirror with no dead ends, and it will definitely be seen.

Now in a stalemate, the screams of the player who threw himself into the sea of ​​swords and flames are still in my ears, and no one dares to act rashly.

After being quiet for a while, Shen Dongqing stood up: "I don't think I have done anything bad."

Wu Jia said in a low voice, "Perhaps beating up ghosts is considered a mistake..."

Shen Dongqing and Wu Jia looked at each other, then retreated silently: "Then I made a mistake."

If beating an innocent npc is considered a bad thing, then Shen Dongqing is simply a heinous crime.

Now the players can't think of a countermeasure, and some people have the idea of ​​retreating, but when they look back, the door they came from closed at some point, and the back is also a mirror.

With just one glance, the man was pulled into the mirror.

Seeing this, Shen Dongqing came up with an idea: "I have a solution!"

"Since you will be pulled in if you look in the mirror, can't you just close your eyes?"

This method was unexpectedly simple and rude, as if Shen Dongqing could think of it.

After Shen Dongqing finished speaking, she looked at Zhou Wenyan proudly.

Zhou Wenyan: "I think you can try it."

Shen Dongqing had another question: "But I can't seem to walk with my eyes closed."

Zhou Wenyan stretched out his palms towards him: "Grab me."

Shen Dongqing put her hand on it.

Zhou Wenyan's palm was broad and his knuckles were distinct, while Shen Dongqing's hand was a little smaller, white and tender, and his two hands were clasped together to hold each other.

Shen Dongqing closed her eyes.

Zhou Wenyan led him and closed his eyes, and the two walked over slowly.

The silhouettes of the two were reflected on the mirror, probably because they didn't look directly at them, and their crimes did not appear on it.

The two groped their way to the other end.

Seeing that this method is effective, the other players followed suit and walked over with their eyes closed.

It's just that people walk alone with their eyes closed, but they are not so tired of asking to hold hands.

After all the players present had reached the opposite side safely, they had a question.

"Where's the key?"

Without a key, even if you come here, it seems useless, right?

Shen Dongqing waved her hand: "No key."

With that said, he walked up to the iron gate and seemed about to push the gate open with his bare hands.

There was a questioning voice from the crowd.

"This iron door is so heavy, it can't be opened."

"I've tried it, and it won't open without a key."

"Let's go back and find the key..."

Before the words were finished, there was a loud bang, which stopped the conversation of the players.

The players looked over abruptly.

The iron gate fell down.

The players were dumbfounded.

This is open?

Shen Dongqing patted the dust on her hands: "It's ok."

Dust fell down one after another, revealing the long staircase behind the door.

The players froze in place, not reacting yet.

Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan walked up first.

Wu Jia hurriedly followed, but just as he took a step, he bumped into a transparent barrier.

"Wait—" Wu Jia desperately knocked on the transparent barrier.

Shen Dongqing stopped and looked back: "Why can't you come up?"

Apart from Wu Jia, the other players were also trapped in the evil mirror hell, unable to go up or down, it was very embarrassing to be stuck in the middle.

Wu Jia: "Mirror, you have to look in the mirror to make sure there is no crime before you can leave this level."

Shen Dongqing scratched her cheek: "But we didn't look in the mirror either."

Wu Jia couldn't figure out why.

Zhou Wenyan said: "We have no identity."

When they came in, each player drew an identity card, disguised as various ghosts, only Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan did not.

The [-]th floor of hell is naturally a place that can only be reached after death, and all those who are judged are ghosts.

Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan have no identities, they are living people, and the rules of the [-]th hell have no effect on them, so they can leave Niejing Hell.

Wu Jia wanted to understand this, and said, "Then hurry up and find the ghost king's treasure, and we should be able to go out after finishing this dungeon."

Shen Dongqing told Wu Jia to tell someone else, and ran upstairs.

After realizing that there was no limit to them in the 18th floor of hell, Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan had no scruples, crushed them all the way, and arrived at No.[-] floor in a short time.

The No.18 layer of hell is the knife-saw hell.

The people here were all tied to wooden stakes in the shape of "big", and a little ghost stood beside them, sawing down from the top of their heads slowly with a rusty saw.

Saw it, stop it, saw it, stop it.

The man who was sawed screamed in all directions, one after another, quite regularly.

Shen Dongqing searched for a long time, but there were only tortured people here, and he didn't see the ghost king's treasure at all.

He was a little depressed: "Isn't it here?"

Zhou Wenyan: "Maybe it's really not here."

According to the builder's idea, the eighteen floors of hell are used for trials and executions, and it is impossible to store the ghost king's treasure here.

But in this way, where is the treasure of the ghost king?

Shen Dongqing couldn't figure it out, so she simply grabbed a saw kid.

The saw kid was working wholeheartedly, but he was caught off guard and slipped away, and he was still very confused.

Shen Dongqing shook the little ghost, and asked, "Do you know where the treasure of the ghost king is?"

The saw kid is just a little boy, he does things according to his orders, how does he know such a thing?It shook its head desperately, and couldn't speak, only made an "ahhh" sound.

Shen Dongqing asked two or three kid saws in a row, and they always answered this way. Just when he was about to find the next one, the young man who was tied to the stake spoke with difficulty: "Help, save me, I'll tell you— —”

The young man didn't know how much he had suffered in the saw hell. His clothes were ragged and splattered with filthy blood. The horror of this hell was not that he was sawed to death by a saw, but that he would immediately return to his original state after being sawed in two. , repeatedly suffering from the pain of being sawn.

Some of those tortured in the [-]th hell are real ghosts, and some are players.

Once the player can't hold on to the torture, he will lose consciousness, be deprived of the player's identity, and become one of the punished NPCs.

Hearing this, Shen Dongqing snatched the saw from the saw kid.

The saw kid had a green face and fangs, and looked extremely terrifying, but facing Shen Dongqing, he didn't dare to speak when the saw was robbed, and his little face was aggrieved.

Shen Dongqing took the saw and saw off the chains on the young man's body.

The young man fell to the ground as soon as he lost the support of the wooden stake. He managed to stay awake and said intermittently: "It's, it's on the ground floor..." After finishing speaking, he passed out.

The eighteen floors of hell are located underground. The larger the number of floors, the more you go down, until you reach the eighteen floors underground. The design of the tower is completely reversed, and it goes up layer by layer.

Thinking in the opposite direction, in fact, the basement floor is the real first floor of the tower.

From the outside, the tower stands tall, and people who come in will naturally walk up subconsciously, without even thinking that there is another floor below.

The young man came to the No.18 floor in the same way. It was too late for him to think clearly, and he was already trapped in the knife-saw hell and could not escape.

Zhou Wenyan picked up the unconscious young man: "Go down first."

So the two went down again.

Wu Jia was still squatting on the fourth floor of Nie Jing Hell, waiting for the two big bosses to return with full rewards. In his thinking, the next few layers of hell should not be difficult for them.

Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan did return soon, and they did return with a rewarding experience.

But how does this acquired thing look wrong? How can it be a person?

Wu Jiameng: "Where did this come from?"

Shen Dongqing: "I picked it up."

Zhou Wenyan casually threw the young man to Wu Jia: "Keep it first."

Wu Jia suddenly picked up a hot potato, not knowing what to do, so he could only put it aside.When he looked up again, he could only see the backs of the two people, and he shouted at the backs, "Where are you going?"

Shen Dongqing waved with her back to Wu Jia: "Let's go down and have a look!"

Then the figure disappeared at the stairs.

The two returned to the first floor.

The long-tongued woman was knocked dizzy, and her mind was so dazed that she couldn't use it. She heard the sound of someone coming, but before she could clearly see the person coming, she jumped on it first.

boom--

She hit the wall again, smashing another deep hole.

Shen Dongqing kicked her reflexively. After putting down his foot, he was still a little embarrassed, so he went up to express his condolences.

As a result, the long-tongued woman rolled her eyes and passed out.

Shen Dongqing touched the tip of her nose, pretended not to care about his business, and walked away from the long-tongued woman.

Zhou Wenyan searched on the first floor, and sure enough, he found a secret door.

The secret door is behind the mural at the entrance.

Originally, the mural painted a long-tongued woman being tortured. Now after the long-tongued woman leaves the mural, there are only two bewildered little ghosts left, and the secret door is between the two little ghosts.Generally speaking, players will avoid such places, and naturally they will not be able to find any flaws.

Zhou Wenyan reached out and pushed, and the secret door was opened, revealing a path leading underground.

The stairs are deep and seem to have no end.

Zhou Wenyan and Shen Dongqing walked down one after the other, only the sound of superimposed footsteps remained in the small space.

I don't know how long I walked, and finally saw a tiny light in front of me.

Walking along the light, I finally reached the last step of the stairs.

At the end is an empty square. In the center of the square is a high platform. In the center of the high platform is a small box. The box is locked. I don't know what is inside.

Shen Dongqing felt that this was the treasure of the ghost king.

"—Otherwise, who is full and has nothing to do and put it here?" He said.

Zhou Wenyan: "That's right."

It's just that the things contained in this box are not so easy to handle. Under the dim light, faces stand out on the surrounding walls. The skeletons locked in it came to life and stared coldly at the group. intruder.

The ground cracked countless cracks, and rotten hands came out of them one by one, shaking in mid-air.

Shen Dongqing tilted her head: "The welcome ceremony was quite enthusiastic... It's just that the cheerleaders are a little too ugly."

The underground "cheerleaders" got angry, one by one ghouls crawled out, hunched over, and roared at Shen Dongqing, all of a sudden, the empty square was full of people oh no, it was full of ghosts .

Shen Dongqing slapped her nose.

You know, when there are more ghosts, the smell of the body will be mixed together, and this is a closed space, which is not something ordinary people can bear.

He looked up at the high platform in the center.

The high platform is a bit far away, and there is a group of cheerleaders in the middle, so it is still a bit difficult to get it.

Shen Dongqing rubbed her chin and thought for a while: "Should they all be burned?"

Zhou Wenyan took out a lighter.

Shen Dongqing tried to turn on the lighter, and it took a lot of effort before a cluster of weak flames appeared.

At this moment, the ghoul pounced with its mouth wide open.

Shen Dongqing didn't resist, so she moved forward with a lighter.

The flames flickered for a moment, revealing the rotting, maggoted face of the ghoul, its mouth gaping, and a foul stench coming from it.

"It doesn't seem to work..."

The ghoul was stunned for a moment, and then was kicked and flew out by Zhou Wenyan.The ghoul's body was huge and its hands and feet were inflexible. It knocked over several companions on the way, and they rolled into a ball, unable to get up anyway.

Shen Dongqing had no choice but to give up this idea, and directly crushed it.

These skeletons and ghouls had relatively low IQs and could only serve as cannon fodder. After a little effort and time, Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan came to the high platform.

After getting close, Shen Dongqing leaned over to look at the box.

The box is small and exquisite, with various patterns all over it, and a lock in the middle.

Shen Dongqing reached out to touch the box, when an indistinguishable voice suddenly sounded from above: "If I were you, I wouldn't touch this box."

Shen Dongqing raised her head and saw a person hanging from the ceiling. That person was wearing a very middle-class cloak and a mask on his face, revealing a pair of ruby-like eyes, looking at the people below.

Shen Dongqing: "You..."

Before the words came out, the man said triumphantly: "I know what you want to ask, so I will tell you mercifully that I am—the king of ghosts."

After waiting for a while, he didn't see the two panicked as he imagined. He said angrily, "What? You look down on the ghost king."

"No..." Shen Dongqing said sincerely, "I don't think he is a ghost king, but more like a mental problem."