I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 3 Capital Demon Sect, I don't want to be cut off
The exercises developed by the players can be practiced.

Because this game is very real, in addition to the digital attribute layout, the players grow up like the natives, and they really learn all kinds of theories in it, which is very hardcore, and they can naturally develop their own skills.

Soon, my mind turned sharply, recalling some information.

The road to the underworld that I am walking now is not the underworld in Chinese mythology, but the biggest evil sect of the Demon Sect.

It is a Huangquan holy sect that specializes in human trafficking.

The leader of Huangquan wants to strip away the billions of lives of the common people and create a fairy weapon-Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Dispatch the disciples under his command—Huangquan Guicha, down the mountain to catch the ghosts of the people after death, extradite them to the Huangquan sect, strip them of their fate, turn them back into "white board souls", and throw them back to the world for reincarnation.

but.

Such a demonic act that violated common sense and morality naturally attracted all forces to encircle and suppress the gate of Huangquanzong.

The current Huangquanzong is in ruins, and only a group of remnants remain.

And remember the main plot of the whole game - the player becomes the ghost of the underworld, rebuilds the underworld sect, continues to collect the fate of the common people in the world, completes this half of the six reincarnations, perfects it into a real underworld, and proves great merit.

It's just that there are very few sand sculpture players, it's right to follow the main line of ecstasy seriously.

After all, the process of stealing one's life is nicknamed by the players: abducting people back, queuing up to drink soup on Huangquan Road, getting dizzy, and taking the opportunity to cut one's waist.

"That is, if I don't want to drink Granny Meng's ecstasy soup and be stripped of my life, I have to take the player's apprenticeship route and become a disciple of the Demon Sect."

I had finally conceived and raised the [Ninth World Social Animal] fate of the Ninth World, and the results were stolen in one go and washed into a whiteboard, which is also a blood loss.

"Although he is a social animal talent, his work efficiency is really strong." He thought, it was because of this fate that he was able to reach the pinnacle of his life in his previous life.

Following the hustle and bustle of ghosts, we arrived at the next hometown lookout platform.

The so-called Wangxiang Terrace, also known as "Sixiang Ridge", is a window for the ghosts of the underworld to look at the world of the sun.

It's like the last meal at the execution ground.

"Help me."

"I don't want to die, I don't want to drink! I don't want to forget them!"

The wandering souls in front looked at their hometown and began to beg for mercy.

These wandering souls of mortals who have been captured, their "fate spirits" will be stripped away soon, and their luck will be taken away by the Netherworld Demon Sect, and they will be used to build the six realms of reincarnation.

"Is this the last stop?" Liu Ping's voice was hoarse, and he was walking along with the flow of people, and he hadn't recovered from the Sanshengshi's emotion just now.

"Indeed, this is the last stop."

Wu Lang walked forward with him, and said, "On the Lookout Terrace, you will definitely be more sad."

"As the saying goes, ghosts are panicking on the lookout stage, and there are two lines of tears. Wife, children, old and young are nestled next to the coffin, and relatives and friends gather together in the mourning hall."

Liu Ping was very silent, showing hesitation and struggle.

After a while, when I look back at the world, I will see my mourning hall and wife?
But would my own mother-in-law really be as sad and sad as described in the poem?
How will your relatives and friends treat you after you die?
He still had a glimmer of expectation in his heart, so he couldn't help but set foot on the Home-Watching Terrace.

"It's my turn!"

Liu Ping was still in a trance, looking back, and finally took a look at the world.

wow.

Like a round mirror, a hazy picture scroll appears, which is exactly the scene in the world of Liu Ping before his death:
A group of people were playing the suona, eating the feast, and they were so happy. Even in front of the mourning hall, the beautiful and delicate widow was very strong. She didn't cry during the whole process of guarding her mourning, and even couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Okay, the world has looked back, let's drink."

Granny Meng's face was expressionless, but her wrinkled old face looked extremely gloomy and stern.

"I don't want to take medicine! I don't want to take medicine!!" Liu Ping screamed, reflexively looking at the bowl of soup that Granny Meng handed over, obviously under psychological shadow.

"Hey, the medicine is not bitter, drink it while it's hot."

Granny Meng took it for granted, grabbed Kong Kong, forced him to be imprisoned, and was about to force-feed him while holding the soup, and said coldly: "This is for your own good. In the next life, be a good person and come back after death."

Gollum!
"Woooooo!!" Liu Ping struggled frantically.

And Wu Lang, who was still in the back, was terrified.

Come back to reincarnate after death in the next life?

This is really treating people like sheep to herd!
The newborn "fate spirits" that are caught back regularly and re-raised become bald sheep, and then thrown back.

So miserable!

What a capital demon sect!
Simply vicious.

You devils, who are bold enough to cut your waists regularly and herd sentient beings, are going to be hanged on the street lamps!
Wu Lang felt numb in his heart, knowing that if he didn't come out, it would be his turn next, so he stepped forward at the right time and said, "Master Meng, do you still remember the 720 seven flowers of the other side planted by yourself by the lakeside in the seventh hall?"

Granny Meng put down the soup bowl, looked at Wu Lang behind him, and found that the Three Lives Stone could not reveal the heels of her previous life, she frowned, and said coldly, "Who are you?"

Sure enough, there is a show!

"Senior, I am one of my own."

Wu Lang bent down and bowed, pretending to be calm, "I am Master Ji Yun's new disciple in the world. She said that if I said so, you would definitely believe me and let me enter the Netherworld Sect."

(End of this chapter)