After entering the infinite game, the full-level boss pretends to be new again

Chapter 252 No. 1 Guild [[-]]

Zhou Qi met a poor-mouthed ghost in the dungeon.

While deciphering the dungeon, she endured her temper to deal with this ghost named Qi Cheng.

Zhou Qi's newcomer's third dungeon is located in the underworld. She has obtained a fairly good identity as Meng Po, who is in charge of the past. She wants to find her mission target among all the ghosts in the underworld.

Among these people, Zhou Qi targeted the ghost named Qi Sheng.

Unlike other ghosts, Qi Cheng didn't want to go to reincarnation at all. He was a well-known household in the underworld, and he was kept in the underworld as a guide of some sort.

Qi Cheng couldn't remember how he died.

As long as he can remember, he has already stayed in the underworld, and has not been reincarnated. He stayed in the underworld as an ordinary and hard-working ghost.

The underworld is usually very noisy. After all, there are too many people who died in the world due to various accidents, but most of the ghosts who have just died cannot accept the fact that they have died.

Like this one in front of you.

"I'm dead? Stop joking, do you know who I am?...Is this some kind of reality show? Hurry up and let me go. The acting is pretty realistic. I'll invest you in a head office worth 800 million yuan later. right?"

The potbellied man stroked his shiny forehead, spoke arrogantly, and was wrapped in a rag, which Qi Cheng put on because he couldn't stand the man's greasy body.

Qi Cheng held the registration book, expressionless: "Looking at your appearance, you should be yearning for the animal way, right?"

The man raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "How do you talk? Do you know who I am?!"

"Wang Daqiang, 56 years old, made his fortune by trading in stocks, the cause of death..." Qi Cheng read on like a machine, the corners of his mouth twitching, "...a heart attack caused by a multiplayer game..."

Oh, that's great.

Qi Cheng raised his head, looked at the man in front of him, and changed into the tone of a certain treasure's customer service: "Dear, I suggest you take a look at your legs."

The man bowed his head.

Qi Cheng skillfully covered his ears.

Then the man cried like a pig butcher: "Where's my leg? Where's my leg?!"

"Wish you be happy."

Qi Cheng didn't explain the meaning of consolation at all, and put on a formulaic smile, "Go this way to drink soup, a friendly reminder, drink it in one go, don't stop, otherwise you will experience what is called suffering in the world."

At the end of the day's work, Qi Cheng turned into the most ordinary A Piao of the underworld again, strolling around lukewarmly.

Occasionally, when I see a familiar kid, I stop to say hello.

When Zhou Qi’s tea stall, who is Meng Po, stopped, Zhou Qi said in a low voice while serving him soup, “I heard you spread rumors everywhere, my soup tastes bad?”

Qi Cheng smiled: "How could it be?"

Zhou Qi snorted coldly: "You have a conscience..."

Qi Cheng continued to smile: "How can this be a rumor?"

Zhou Qi: "..."

Zhou Qi glared, but he stopped giving the soup, and turned around to entertain the others.

Qi Cheng didn't panic, just sat down on the spot, and when Zhou Qi was done, he walked slowly back to Qi Cheng's side, and slapped a rag on the table in front of Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng raised his eyebrows: "What is this?"

"Invitation letter." Sitting across from Qi Cheng, Zhou Qi pointed to the thing in his hand, "You are not too young, it's not a problem to always be floating around like this, go to this party and meet a noble person, ask him to find you a little girl." Officer, I have an iron rice bowl, and when you reincarnate in the future, you must be a wealthy family in terms of performance."

In fact, this is where Zhou Qi's mission lies, to find the person she thinks is closest to the goal of the mission and bring them to this party.

Qi Cheng looked at the rag, and said in a subtle tone, "This invitation letter...is a bit crude."

Zhou Qi lowered his head: "..."

Zhou Qi put the rag back calmly, with a girlish shyness on his face: "I hate it, I took it wrong, it's someone else's handkerchief."

In the daily operation, Qi Cheng didn't panic at all.

Zhou Qi searched for a long time, and pulled out the crumpled invitation letter from under the table, and the table had a slanted arc in an instant.

"Hey, look at my memory, I used it to pad the table just now..."

Qi Cheng: "...This matter seems really unreliable..."

Zhou Qi unfolded the notice, lowered his head, and said slowly, "Qi Cheng, aren't you surprised? You have no memory, stay in the underworld inexplicably, and can't be reincarnated as if trapped... Don't you want to know why? ?”

It was rare for Zhou Qi to be serious, and Qi Cheng was a little moved by what he said.

After a while, Qi Cheng said: "Probably your old soup has too much stamina—hiss! Don't slap your face!"

From poor to poor, Qi Cheng still came to the party with a crumpled invitation letter.

Zhou Qi silently dragged Qi Cheng to the party. She looked around calmly, and found that there were players all around, and each player had the mission goal that they thought was the closest.

"Brother Qi!" A familiar kid came over to say hello, "What a coincidence?"

Qi Cheng carefully identified it, but he didn't recognize him: "Mmm... that's right."

The little ghost came from acquaintance: "I saw the notice of the party, and I wanted to come here to try my luck. What if the good luck falls on me, don't you think so?"

"Dreams are always beautiful." Qi Cheng stopped talking and forced a commercial smile at the person he wasn't particularly acquainted with.

The little ghost is also a spirit, so it was obvious that Qi Cheng didn't intend to exchange pleasantries, so he left after saying a few words.

Before leaving, the kid looked at Qi Cheng, "Brother Qi, you look so good-looking, like a great fairy in the sky."

Qi Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Qi Cheng hadn't looked in the mirror for many years, and Qi Cheng didn't remember what he looked like.

Zhou Qi looked around, Qi Cheng came over and poked her on the shoulder, and asked curiously: "Look, do I look good?"

As soon as these words were said, Qi Cheng received a disgusted look from Zhou Qi without any surprise.

Okay.

He knew it.

Qi Cheng innocently shrugged his shoulders, and didn't expect to get any positive answer from Zhou Qi. He was about to look around again when he heard Zhou Qi's hesitant voice: "...Actually, it's still possible."

Qi Cheng turned his head, and he let out an 'ah'.

Zhou Qi rolled his eyes: "I said, you still look good, do you understand?"

"I love to hear that." Qi Cheng laughed out loud, he paused, with a smile on his face: "It would be great if your old soup was cooked better, after all, the taste is really unbearable pharynx……"

Before he finished speaking, Qi Cheng skillfully dodged Zhou Qi's flying kick.

Qi Cheng spread his hands innocently: "I'm telling the truth."

Zhou Qi glared at him: "Shut up."

It's this kind of beating expression, and the innocent look of 'I'm just telling the truth', that made Zhou Qi inexplicably think of Yan Qing, so he never hated Qi Sheng.

Zhou Qi took a deep breath.

Anyway, after the copy is over, there is no intersection.

(End of this chapter)