Chapter 137 "Isn't It a Bit Unlucky?"

"oh."

Jian Wuya didn't care, and with one hand on his back, he suddenly realized: "You mean the title of "Second Demon King", I sold it to a very rich player. "

"Tsk, that player is really willing to bid, and the price he gave is very attractive."

"That player even asked me to contact you, saying that he wanted to buy the title in your hand, but I didn't tell you, because I know you won't sell it even if you know."

"The name of this title is so stupid. Who would want to wear a dick on his head, not to mention that the effect of the title is still invisible. What is said is covered by dust and can only be seen with a limestone."

"Except for the title on my head, I have sold all other titles."

"I like to be pure, and this title is quite good now."

"By the way, I have something important to tell you this time."

Jian Wuya's face suddenly became serious, he turned to look at Chen Yi and said word by word: "Do you still remember that hell player we met in the map of 13 cities?"

"In that map, we learned that there are hell players."

"Players who die after the coming of the afterlife will become hell players, and hell players can be resurrected as long as they kill 10 players on the map."

"When I went to Heigou City to look for Wang Yimei today, I suddenly discovered a terrifying thing."

"Not long ago, I went to Heigou City to kill a troll, and today I suddenly found that the thoroughly troll I killed suddenly came back to life, killing monsters outside the city, and there are a few more not weak props, and there are already a few younger brothers following behind."

"I suspect this player is a hell player who resurrected by killing 10 players."

"I think this matter may be a bit important, so I came to you as soon as possible."

"After learning about this incident, I made a somewhat crazy decision. I decided to go to hell."

"Although I'm not sure if only players after the coming of the future can be converted into hell players, or all players who died before will be converted into hell players, but I still want to go down."

"I want to find my wife."

"Um?"

Chen Yi raised his brows lightly. This matter is really important. He was thinking about it just now, and after pondering for a moment, he said softly: "Have you found a way to go to hell?"

"Um."

Jian Wuya took a deep breath and nodded with a firm face: "It's fine to commit suicide."

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Chen Yi suddenly fell silent.

This is indeed the most direct way to go to hell, as long as you die, you can go to hell, but he still reminded him out of kindness after a while.

"I suggest giving up this idea for now, we don't know much about hell players."

"First of all, we don't know whether the memory will be lost after becoming a hell player, whether we will still be the same after being resurrected again, and whether we can be resurrected smoothly as long as we kill 10 players on the map."

"A lot of factors are unstable."

"The idea is so radical."

"No way."

Jian Wuya sighed helplessly: "Before I didn't know the news, I could have passed every day as if nothing had happened, but when I saw someone really resurrected from hell."

"The idea was embedded in my mind."

"If I give up today and hesitate, I will live in endless guilt for the rest of my life."

"You and I look the same, but are not the same at all."

"You have been an orphan since you were a child, and you have never felt the warmth brought by a family lover. I have enjoyed all these things, but in the end I watched them all leave me."

"If a person has never owned something, he will not have too much obsession with not having it."

"I had it, so I'm going to get it back."

"You are one of my few friends who are still alive. It may be that your life is relatively hard, so I plan to say goodbye to you before I leave. If I don't come back, it is not considered missing without reason."

"And I tortured the resurrected troll in Heigou City. His memory has not changed at all. He is still the original self. I killed him again. I don't know if he can become a hell player this time."

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Chen Yi suddenly remained expressionless and silent on the spot, wait, he seems to have suddenly remembered!

Before meeting Jian Wuya, he couldn't say it was smooth sailing, but at least he didn't suffer any injuries!

But since he met Jian Wuya, he almost died in the werewolf killing map just now. Although he survived by luck, his injuries were not small, and his body was full of pain.

He personally doesn't believe in some metaphysics.

But at this time, he also doubted whether Jian Wuya had the physique of a lone star of the gods. People who approached him were either dead or disabled. If his fate was not strong enough, he might not be injured, but directly Died on the map?

In this way, the fate of the consumptive rabbit should be a little tougher.

Except for a little scratch on the tuberculosis rabbit, there is no injury at all.

Right.

In the movie theater scene, he was also the one who died in front of the Tutu, not to mention that Tutu committed suicide in that scene of the movie. If the Tutu didn't take the initiative to jump into the insect swarm, he might not have died at all.

The corner of Chen Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and for a while, he didn't dare to speak out to persuade Jian Wuya: "Since you have made up your mind, then go ahead, when will you do it."

"Now."

With one hand behind his back, Jian Wuya stood on the edge of the roof and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. He was dressed in a white Tang suit whistling in the strong wind, his eyes full of tenacity and he said in a deep voice.

"I don't know when I will be able to return from this trip. If I can come back, I will bring you some special products from hell when I come back."

"Don't be in a hurry."

Chen Yi shook his head and interrupted: "Since you have made up your mind, there are still some things that need to trouble you. After going to hell, help me find Wang Yimei and kill him."

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Jian Wuya tilted his head to look at Chen Yi with a strange expression, and said quietly after a long while: "Kill him again, can't you ask me to help you with something new?"

"I went to Heigou City to look for him but couldn't find him, and now I'm going to hell to look for him?"

"Why do I suddenly feel that my trip to find a wife has suddenly turned into a business trip at public expense?"

"It's really something new."

Chen Yi took out a small notebook from his pocket and began to report people's names: "Zhou Ping, the one on the vehicle ranking list. Gao Yiming, the one who runs a company in Yancheng, and the one who runs a mutual entertainment ktv in Yancheng, and..."

"These people should be hell players. Since you insist on going to hell, then these people are asking you to help them deal with it."

"You pay me."

Jian Wuya accepted a small notebook handed over by Chen Yi with a strange expression, feeling that the notebook was a bit heavy for a moment, he did not expect Chen Yi to write down the names of these people.

And looking at this picture, it seemed that even if he didn't come, Chen Yi was going to find a way to go to hell and kill these players again.

Suddenly, it seemed dangerous to be an enemy of Chen Yi.

Even death is not stable.

Fortunately, he and Chen Yi are not in a hostile relationship. He doesn't want to be recorded by Chen Yi in this little book, that would really be a pain.

After a moment of silence, he put the notebook in his arms, looked up at Chen Yi and said with a serious expression: "Don't worry, I will keep this matter in mind and handle it seriously."

"The reason why I came to see you in person this time."

"There is one more important thing."

Jian Wuya pulled out an item from his pocket with his backhand to activate it, and an ice coffin that could accommodate one person suddenly appeared on the ground: "I will commit suicide in this coffin, I hope you can put my ice coffin in a safe place. "

"Although I tore that troll in Heigou City apart, that troll can still be resurrected with five limbs intact. It means that the corpse is completely destroyed and the resurrection will not be affected."

"But if possible, I still hope that my body is whole, not broken."

"I don't have any living friends, you are the only one, I can only ask you, can you?"

at this time--

Tuberculosis had also finished washing, wearing loose clothes, with hair not completely dry, wrapped in a towel, walked up to the roof, looked at Jian Wuya who was standing on the edge of the roof, waved his hand casually, and then spoke.

"I heard from brother Yi that you have something important to say, what's the matter?"

After a long while, the Tutu who had figured everything out gave Jian Wuya a thumbs up with admiration on his face: "You are a man, although I have never been in love, a man like you who is dedicated to love is still worthy." last thumbs up."

"What method of death are you going to choose?"

"Wipe your neck."

Jian Wuya finally looked at Chen Yi and Kutu who were on the side, nodded and said goodbye, and then lay down in the ice coffin by himself, clasping one hand firmly and lightly with a tough and serious face.

The three-foot green blade hanging in the air outside the ice coffin was put into the backpack by Jian Wuya.

Afterwards, Jian Wuya took out a pocket-sized sword from his bosom, stabbed it straight into his neck with all his strength without stopping, his body twitched a few times, and there were blood bubbles in Jian Wuya's air Gushing out, the body gradually quieted down.

The blood gushing out gradually filled the bottom of the ice coffin.

It seems to be completely dead.

"It's really quick and easy to start."

Consumptive Rabbit leaned on the edge of the coffin with both arms, looked down at Jian Wuya lying in the coffin, and said with emotion: "It doesn't mean that when a person commits suicide, it will be difficult to kill, so that there will be several shallower wounds on the edge of the real fatal wound." The scar, what is it called an injury in medicine, I kind of forgot."

"It seems that Jian Wuya didn't hesitate at all when he struck, it was straightforward."

"He's a ruthless man."

"This brother is actually quite pitiful. His family, wife and friends are all gone. He lives alone in this world, and all the excitement in the world has nothing to do with him."

"But then again, are we really going to have this coffin in our house?"

"Although we are not afraid, isn't it a bit unlucky?"