After the retired judge enters the escape game

Questions filled with the breath of death represent the end of the game.

Qi Wuguo just stood there blankly, without any reaction, as if he was completely dominated by fear.

Duan Li suddenly felt a little boring, the expected result was really boring.

That's how it all ended, he just had a thought, and several strands of silk thread hung down from the ceiling.As if the silk thread was alive, it probed towards Qi Wuguo.

Next, this interesting young man will be pulled into the ceiling and merged with this old dormitory.

Instead of Xi Yuxin who left, becoming the level boss of this game space is a good destination.

At this moment, Duan Li suddenly saw a dark red pattern climbing up the back of Qi Wuguo's neck and spreading behind his ears.

The dark red pattern, together with Qi Wuguo's pale skin, and the pupils that were too dark, made him not look like a living person.

A black silk thread that was already close to Qi Wuguo's skin was burned by the dark red flame, and the flame even spread along the thread relentlessly.

Duan Li's expression remained unchanged, and the black silk thread broke directly, preventing the fire from spreading.

"Why do you still wander around the world after you die?" Qi Wu Guo asked him.

Duan Li frowned slightly, and found that things didn't seem so boring.He said, "The answer to this question lies with you."

Qi Wuguo got out of bed, walked to the table, and picked up the torn book.

"It's just a sorcery, it can't bind you."

Duan Li's heart moved, and he still carried out the human design: "It's not the magic that traps me, but myself."

"Nowhere to go?"

Duan Li smiled lightly, and saw that Qi Wuguo's thoughts had completely gone to another place.

He didn't say much else, but said: "He died in the air crash, the body has become so many pieces, the body can no longer move, and can only be trapped here by these black silk threads."

Qi Wuguo raised his head and looked at the black silk threads binding Duan Li, which were glowing with dark red light, which seemed to be messy, but upon closer inspection, they were exactly the same as the charms on the torn book.

Duan Liben had died not long ago. Although his ability was strong, the way of death was too tragic. It is normal for him to be unable to control his body and be bound by evil magic.

Although ghosts do not have a body, but are formed by condensed energy, it stands to reason that the damage received when they die will no longer exist after becoming a soul body.This is not the case. The moment of death is often the most memorable moment.

Obsessed with becoming ghosts, the injuries they receive when they die are often the ones they remember most clearly, so many ghosts will maintain the state when they died.

Hanged ghosts always drag their long tongues, water ghosts are always swollen, and burned ghosts are always dark, all for this reason.

Duan Li said that he was trapped by himself, which is quite reasonable.

Duan Li didn't move, just watched his movements, he was waiting, what kind of surprises this interesting person could bring.

Qi Wuguo opened his mouth and said, "I want to finish that painting for you."

Duan Li was taken aback for a moment, and there was some interest in his eyes: "Okay."

Qi Wuguo turned around, took the sketchbook from the bed, and then sat on the chair.

Duan Li just looked at him like this, seeing his concentration on painting.

When Qi Wuguo raised his eyes to look over, there was a kind of madness in his eyes, which was the madness of an artist seeing beautiful things.

Duan Li was a little lost, he suddenly felt that this feeling was very familiar, but he couldn't find the source.The land of his memory is like an empty land shrouded in heavy fog, and it is difficult to find specific traces.

Have I seen this person somewhere?

Just when Duan Li was full of doubts and fell into memories, Qi Wuguo's voice rang in his ears.

"All right."

Duan Li watched Qi Wuguo get up and handed over the painting in his hand.

The content of the painting is extremely strange, it seems to be a stage, above the stage is a huge hand bone, with black silk threads wrapped around the fingertips.

At the other end of the thread is a person.

The man's joints seemed to be controlled by silk threads, and the expression on his face was a little numb.However, his face is too perfect. Under this extreme contradiction, the whole painting becomes extremely impactful.

The background of the stage is a bit strange, it is a huge stone, jet black, just a stone, simple.

Duan Li watched, and suddenly asked: "Where is this?"

Qi Wuguo smiled: "On Huangquan Road, Sansheng Stone, obsessive ghosts will always linger here and refuse to leave. After a long time, it will always bring a lot of trouble if it is too boring."

"so?"

"That's why this stage exists. Giving these ghosts waiting here some entertainment will also help eliminate obsessions and re-enter reincarnation."

Duan Li took a deep look at Qi Wuguo, always felt that this young man was not so simple: "Why are you so clear about the Netherworld?"

Qi Wuguo shrugged: "It's just hobbies, I'm just an ordinary person, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep first."

Duan Li didn't stop him, and watched Qi Wuguo climb onto the bed silently, lie down, and soon his breathing became even.

He lowered his eyes again, staring blankly at the painting in his hand for a long time.

Duan Li always felt that he seemed to have seen this scene before, not this strange stage, but the Sansheng Stone behind.

He has lingered here for a long time, and every texture on it can be clearly drawn even if he closes his eyes.

It's just that he is just a lonely ghost wandering the world for a hundred years, so how could he go to the Sansheng Stone on Huangquan Road.

It has never been heard that after a ghost enters the underworld, it can return to the world without reincarnation.

Perhaps, it's just a fantasy in my head, and it's just true.

"Sanshengshi?" Duan Li whispered a word.

A black bird appeared from the scroll, and the black mist streaked through the air, distorted into words.

Dear Mr. Duan Li: We are very pleased to inform you that our company has decided to hire you as a shadow puppet actor of the Underworld Art Troupe. The specific job description is as follows...

Duan Li's face froze and became a little ugly.He remembered the scene he saw by the lake before, and the handwriting in front of Xi Yuxin was similar.

Underworld Art Troupe, dancer.

It turned out that in Qi Wuguo's heart, he was no different from Xi Yuxin before, even the position he was given was exactly the same.

Duan Li glanced at the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and felt a little sad.

He raised his hand and tore off the drawing on the sketchbook, and without looking at the handwriting in the air, he waved his hand and disappeared into the dormitory.

The neatness of the movements doesn't seem like a setting where one can only control one's movements with the help of black silk thread after being dismembered.

When Qi Wuguo woke up, like every time he woke up these days, he was left alone.

He blinked and looked at the ceiling above his head.

It was empty, with no big bloody flowers, and no familiar people.

At this time, the sky was still not bright, and there was only light from the street lamps outside in the dormitory.

Qi Wuguo sat up, took a look at the mobile phone next to him, and the time displayed on it was one o'clock in the morning.

Time stopped, he got out of bed, and saw his sketchbook on the desk.

The top piece of paper in the sketchbook was torn off, leaving a mark on the paper, which should have been a painting.

The dormitory was restored as before, everything was clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened, even the door that was destroyed by Zheng Hua and Wu Wei was restored to its original state.

When Qi Wuguo picked up the sketchbook, a translucent dialog popped up in front of him, with several large characters written on it.

"Congratulations on clearing the customs."

Qi Wuguo didn't rush to press the confirmation button below, but stood still and remembered for a moment.

He found fragments appeared in his memory again, and the last picture he could remember was Duan Li who was trapped on the ceiling by magic.

Then Duan Li seemed to have a murderous intent, and when Qi Wuguo thought that he might die tragically in the novice pass, everything stopped.

He could feel that Duan Li had already left, completely left.

Qi Wuguo pinched the center of his eyebrows, then raised his hand to confirm.

The moment the button is pressed, the confirmation box in front of him is like a black hole in the center of the vortex, sucking everything around into it, and the only one who is not affected is Qi Wuguo standing there.

In the end, the surroundings became empty, and only Qi Wuguo and a door in front of him were left in the chaos.

This door is the same as the door in the novice class at the beginning, with simple and heavy engraved mysterious patterns.

Qi Wuguo stretched out his hand and pushed open the door that represented customs clearance.

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Just as Duan Li pushed open the door of the office, he saw the person sitting at the desk turn around.

"Tianzi No.[-], you are finally back."

Duan Li glanced at him, walked over to sit down, and then said: "What's the matter?"

"I just came back from the data monitoring room, and the novice closed something wrong."

"Hell Difficulty Level [-]?"

Sitting opposite Duan Li was the administrator Tian Zi No. [-] Qiu Liang, who was in charge of data monitoring.He was a programmer before his death, and died suddenly in front of the computer due to overtime work.

Before he died, he was running a program, and his obsession had not dissipated. After his death, he entered the coding world. After wandering for a long time, his ability became stronger and stronger, resulting in some weird Internet time.

Then, Qiu Liang was brought to the ghost domain space.

When he came, Duan Li was already number one in Tianzi.

The serial number is subject to change. In the years since Tianzishihao, the previous serial numbers have changed beyond recognition, and the only constant is number one.

No one knows the age of Tianzi No. [-], and no one knows his origin.

All the administrators recognized that the status of Tianzi No. [-] was unshakable. His strength was unpredictable. Perhaps all the ghosts in Tiandirenhuang combined could not be the opponent of Tianzi No. [-].

In this ghost domain space, administrators have four levels of heaven, earth, human and yellow, and are responsible for operating the entire huge and complex ghost domain space.

Tiandi is the management class in charge of operations, while Renhuang is the big and small ghost bosses in each game space.

Qiu Liang widened his eyes and exclaimed: "How do you know, you are indeed the oldest among us, you know things like a god."

"I just got back from there."