Game boss he just wants to fish [unlimited]

Jiang Xianyu followed the voice and looked over——

It was the blank book in Wang Ming's hand.

I don't know when, the book was filled with densely packed small characters.The words are not printed like usual, this book is more like a notebook.Everyone has their own writing habits, and even some characters can only be understood by themselves.

The master's handwriting is not pretty, and Jiang Xianyu is almost dizzy in the face of the huge amount of reading.Jiang Xianyu never feels tired when reading his favorite books, but now he has a headache when he sees so many crooked characters.Fu Zhan still has to stare at Wang Ming so that he can't be distracted, Jiang Xianyu took a deep breath, and began to read forcibly——

Facts have proved that reading notes is really difficult for poor Mr. Xianyu.Mr. Xianyu read two pages with all his strength, and he was probably sure that this notebook was indeed written by Wang Ming.

It turned out that it was not just a tuberculosis ghost, even the electronic sound of the system did not tell the player the whole truth.The setting of Fu Zhan in the story is indeed a devil. The reason why he pretends to be a primary school student is definitely not because he is bored, but because Wang Ming in the story signed a contract with him.

Wang Ming in the school is actually an idiot, who barely became a teacher by going through the back door.But because he has no level and always pretends to understand, teachers and parents look down on him.In order to be able to raise his eyebrows before other teachers, Wang Ming secretly leaked the questions before a big exam.

Not long after this incident, Wang Ming was exposed, the school decided to expel him, and he was despised by more people around him.

In order to make those who look down on him look good, Wang Ming, who had nowhere to go, used some kind of sorcery to summon demons.The devil agreed to his request at the price of giving his soul after his death.

Getting closer and closer to the truth, Jiang Xianyu almost held his breath.The space they were in was only a hazy halo above their heads. With the faint light, Jiang Xianyu turned down——

"I, I invite the devil to eat... beggar's chicken?"

Hearing this sentence, the pupils of everyone present trembled. Jiang Xianyu's barren brain really couldn't figure out why a good suspenseful plot suddenly turned into a gourmet novel. He studied it for a few seconds and looked up at Wang Ming.

Wang Ming: "..."

Wang Ming is a little autistic.

Although it turns out that Wang Ming's soul fragments were divided into several personalities, there are still some things in common between them.Their behavior habits and handwriting are exactly the same.

Wang Ming's handwriting is ugly.

Jiang Xianyu also knew that this answer was too outrageous, so he covered half of his face with a book embarrassingly.

Fortunately, that sentence did not affect the subsequent reading. After a few pages of dog crawling words, he felt that he could finally understand what Wang Ming wrote.

As he thought, the devil fulfilled his wish, and all those who looked down on him would end badly.

Of course Wang Ming didn't want to sacrifice his soul to the devil, so he took the risk and signed a contract with the second devil.He hoped that the two demons would end up losing both in the fight, so that it would cost him virtually nothing.

Seeing this, Jiang Xianyu vaguely realized something.

He always felt that this notebook was no longer a mere prop, and the story of this dungeon was not fabricated out of thin air, but more like it was written based on a real event.

Give your soul to the devil, and then the devil fights for the soul, and the player's soul becomes torn apart in the process.

Things like reincarnation do happen often.

Jiang Xianyu looked at Wang Ming, whose expression was a little dazed at the moment, and his pupils were not focused anywhere.

What he didn't know was that in the previous archive room, the miniature crow also shook.A thin white mist slowly fell on his body, and the sound of joint friction came from his body.In the dimness, everyone couldn't see clearly, but only vaguely felt that the body was growing rapidly.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the cherry blossom tree outside began to soar, and it didn't take long to cover the entire campus.The soul-calling bells on the branches jingled, and from time to time, transparent souls lay on top of the tree along the trunk.

The patter of rain started to fall.

"Why haven't you come back?" Lisa whispered.

"Ah." Wang Ming opened his mouth.

While Jiang Xianyu was reading his notes, he finally remembered why it was his turn to be incomplete.

The plot of the original dungeon of "Ghost School" is similar to this, but the mission of the dungeon is different.No one knows who the murderer is, and they need to decrypt it while avoiding the murderer.The difficulty of this dungeon is a real hell mode. None of them thought that the murderer would disguise himself as a player and hide in the crowd, waiting for an opportunity to hunt innocent and unlucky ghosts.

After all, the communication between players cannot avoid some jargon and code words that only they know, and it is impossible for a terrifying boss as an NPC to know.But the boss has not been revealed among them, and the boss only revealed his identity when he was bored when he was almost dead.

Wang Ming's team consisted of seven people. They fled in despair in the campus, and finally the identity of the terrifying boss was exposed, but only Wang Ming and another player were left in the dungeon.

At that time, the reincarnation realm didn't have the bad taste of bringing innocent people in on a large scale. The dungeons were full of people who had committed the most crimes and deserved to die, and they had nothing to trust each other.

In the darkness, all kinds of voices were infinitely amplified in Wang Ming's ears. For many years in the past, Wang Ming lived a life of drunkenness, murder, fire prevention, and drinking. If he has wine today, he will be drunk today. Whether it is death or life, he thought he was not afraid of death.It wasn't until death really came that he discovered——

He wants to live.

"Do you want to live?" An old voice sounded, as if spanning a thousand years, Wang Ming knew very well that it was not the savior who was calling him at this moment.Everyone in the realm of reincarnation has been looking forward to the appearance of the savior, and they even thought that if the savior can save them from the sea of ​​suffering, they are willing to sacrifice everything they have left.

——Even if the so-called sea of ​​suffering is a peaceful and painless death.

But so many people's prayers were of no use at all, and over time they all gave up this unrealistic fantasy.

The devil is willing to help Wang Ming pass the customs, but the price is that Wang Ming sacrifices his soul.

This kind of situation was very common in Samsara Realm a long time ago. At that time, there was no sound labor law in Samsara Realm.If you want to use some easy-to-understand words to explain, the devil is more like earning extra money in the human world, and Wang Ming's soul is equivalent to his gray income.

This is a game, but Wang Ming has no choice. If he refuses, he will almost die in this dungeon. If he agrees, he can at least keep his life in this dungeon. If he is lucky, he can even forcibly break the contract. .

To live is to hope, and everyone in the reincarnation realm knows it.

The devil appeared in the form of a crow, perched on a dead branch that trembled in the wind like rusted copper wire in the mist.He saw the crow spread its wings and fly towards him.

Of course, he agreed to the crow's terms.

For some reason, more than one devil was following him this time. Not long after he made a contract with the crow, another guy came to him.In the darkness, he could only see the blurred outline on the opposite side—no!The other party may not even have a body.

He took it for granted that the guy on the other side didn't know about his deal with another devil, and just traded his soul again.

The calculation in Wang Ming's mind was very good. After the dungeon ended, the two guys found out that they had been cheated and killed each other, and he could escape.

It was only when he agreed to the second devil's request that he found himself completely in the trap.

The two parties he was negotiating with seemed to have reached a subtle consensus in the end. One side was purely for his soul, and the other side wanted his soul, but it seemed that his body was more attractive to the other party.

The two sides were fighting, and Wang Ming's soul became torn apart.His evil thoughts have become a wandering soul without a body, his cowardice has become a neurotic teacher in the art room, and his reason has become a librarian trapped in the archives forever.

And those two who traded with him were not devils who broke into here from other worlds. The one who traded with him later was actually the terrifying boss of this world. On the other side, the crow that traded with him at the beginning was not devil.

That's the player.

It was also at that time that he realized that the bosses of each world in Samsara Realm had self-awareness, and they even knew everything about them better than the players themselves.They are subject to the main god, in charge of one after another what their players call "copy".

It turned out that the player had joined forces with the boss of this world long ago.They originally wanted to absorb the power of his soul directly, but they heard that the man with no body rejected the player's proposal.

"The number of dungeons in Samsara Realm is still too small, as is the number of employees. We can't lose any of them."

"If I leave this copy, the world will collapse."

"Then we might as well erase his memory and make him the new boss of this world."

"He's so stupid, it must be easy to handle."

They wrote a new script for the world based on Wang Ming's own experience, which is more or less ironic.

At that time, Wang Ming's sanity was already blurred, but the huge fear filled his mind.

His body gradually communicated with the copy, and when he was dying of consciousness, he tried his best to write the word "seven" in blood in the cabinet.

They wanted to turn this place into a new purgatory on earth to continue harvesting players' souls, but he just didn't like them.

At the last moment when his memory was erased, he took another look at the player who pretended to be an NPC to trade with him.

He wants to engrave everything about this guy in his mind, even if he loses his memory, he can't erase the hatred in his heart

That man was the only surviving player traveling with him.He thought he would never forget that player's ID—

【crow】.

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