Infinite Script Killing

Between reality and reality.

There was a small iron stove standing on the small table of the pavilion. Xu Tong placed his palm lightly on the iron stove. The temperature of the iron stove gradually increased, boiling the water inside.

At the same time, the whole process of Luo Tianda's great dipping was told one by one.

When he learned that Zhang Haisheng's soul was shattered and Qingcheng Mountain's luck was greatly damaged, Mei Xian sitting aside couldn't help but sigh. Although his old man was not the Tianshi Cave, he had watched the rise of this place after all, but now he is seeing it. Watching it decline, it is inevitable to feel a little melancholy in my heart.

Mei Lao, who was in a bad mood, didn't even drink tea, so he got up and went back to rest.

Xu Tong wanted to say something, but the master on the side shook his head. Mr. Mei was not that fragile. He had seen many vicissitudes of life, but Qingcheng Mountain was the place where he was born and raised after all. He sighed for a while, and then adjusted himself after a while.

"Grandpa Master, is it really impossible to get another entry in the Book of Life and Death??"

Xu Tong diligently made the master a cup of tea made from Shangqing Tianquan.

The master took a sip, and the tea still tasted the same, but the water gave people an extra sweet taste. After one sip, the master felt refreshed and had a long-lasting taste.

Hearing Xu Tong's words, Xue Gui put down the tea cup: "Maybe there is a way, but I can't get it anyway."

After speaking, his voice changed: "You will be responsible for receiving the Western God's envoy in a while. If you have a chance to meet the judge then, you may try to inquire about it."

"oh……"

Xu Tong nodded absently.

"So as a receptionist this time, who are you hosting?"

Speaking of the reception work this time, Xu Tong couldn't help but start to mutter in his heart. Previously, the master said that this task was specifically assigned by name.

I don't have much involvement with the West. The only one I have is Lilith, an old lady, so I have some suspicions in my mind, but I'm not sure.

I want to get a taste of my master.

It's a pity that the master didn't know much about this kind of thing. Xu Tong asked around and only asked Lonely.

The master took out a black wooden sign from his sleeve and handed it to him: "This is your identity order. Although it is temporary, it can also give you a lot of convenience."

Xu Tong reached out and took it, and when he got the wooden sign, his name actually appeared on it.

At the same time, what surprised Xu Tong even more was that a message was also sent out in the prop book at the same time.

"Ding: You have obtained a special prop [The Order of the Underworld]"

"Ding: Due to the special nature of [Order of Hades], the next scenario world will be designated as a special background. The background of this scenario world is mandatory and cannot be changed."

Seeing the message from the prop book, Xu Tong was immediately dumbfounded. He didn't expect that there was such an operation.

But having said that, if the underworld is also a script world, then what exactly is a script world? ? ?

Who are these players? ?

There are also those gods above the underworld, the great gods of the nine underworlds, etc...

These questions came to mind like one question mark after another, making Xu Tong think more and more.

But fortunately, he knew that these problems were not something he could understand. At least at this stage, he was not able to come into contact with them.

I simply didn’t think much about it, but since it was designated as the next script world, could I enter it with my team? ?

With the attitude of giving it a try, Xu Tong asked the master if he, as the receptionist, could bring a few people with him.

Originally I was just testing the master's tone, but unexpectedly the master nodded: "Bring the eldest princess, the old Taoist, and the old zombies of the Mei family with you."

"so many people??"

Xu Tong was shocked. He didn't expect the master to be so generous this time.

The master gently took a sip of tea and couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "You can bring as much as you can. Who told us that our family is so weak? If it weren't for the mountain ghosts being too stupid and your master being too weak, we wouldn't be able to support any situation with them." If so, I’d be happy for you to take them all with you.”

Oh, it turns out that after working together for a long time, the master was worried that as the receptionist, he didn't even have an errand boy under his command.

After saying this, Xu Tong immediately felt more relieved.

Of course, the master did not forget to add: "You are responsible for the expenses of food, drink, housing and transportation."

"No problem, it's just money. Food and accommodation are included. If we get to the City of Fusi, everyone will buy a new set of clothes."

Xu Tong slapped his chest. If you want to talk about script points, he is really poor now. He is so poor that he only has less than 90,000 script points left, but he is very poor.

(The four treasures of heaven, Gao Zhuo 10,000, Gu Xibai 20,000, Chang Wuju 30,000, Chang Wuju’s share of the spoils of murder and robbery, an average of 20,000 script points per person, plus Xu Tong’s own surplus.)

But when it comes to ghost money, after throwing away half of what they spent in the sky, they still have a thick stack in their hands, which is enough for them to squander.

As soon as these words came out, the old man who was squatting by the pavilion and smoking a pipe suddenly grinned and winked at Xu Tong: "Young master is wise."

After finishing talking about the business, Xu Tong saw the master walking over with a plate of pastries from a distance. He rolled his eyes and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

After saying that, he ran away, fearing that the master would catch him and force him to study again.

"Hey, this kid is getting smaller and smaller. He runs away when he sees me."

Mr. Song sat down with the pastries. When he saw Xu Tong's escaping figure, he shook his head helplessly: "It seems that next time I will have to let this kid copy the disciple rules a few more times."

After saying that, he handed the cake to the master; "It's not that the book of life and death only gives an empty page every forty years. Last time, you got Judge Lu drunk and promised a large sum of money to fool him. Aren't you feeling uncomfortable letting him go this time?"

"How can he know some things if he doesn't go and see for himself." The master picked up a piece of snack and put it in his mouth.

Song Laoyi curled his lips and unceremoniously exposed his master's mask: "Come on, it's true that you ask him to repay the money for you."

The master glared and almost spit out the cake in his mouth. He glared: "I see you are getting more and more shameless lately. Go and copy the disciple rules for me ten times!"

"Ah? Have you made a mistake? I'm so old and you want me to copy the disciple rules?"

Mr. Song had an expression of disbelief on his face.

But the master picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Twenty times! If you can't finish copying, you are not allowed to rest. Start copying now."

Seeing this, Mr. Song could only get up to get pen and ink, and walked away with vague curses in his mouth.

After Xu Tong came back from the gap between reality and reality, he looked at the time and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the little fat man of the second soul had not returned yet.

Xu Tong simply closed his eyes and shifted his consciousness to the little fat man. As a result, he saw that the little fat man was squatting beside a roadside stall washing dishes.

Brush every tableware carefully and make sure it is clean before setting it aside.

"Little Fatty! Stop washing and take a rest."

The old woman stepped forward, took out a clean embroidered towel from her arms, wiped the water droplets off the little fat man's face, and took his little hand: "Are you tired? After brushing so much, my mother-in-law will give you some food." OK."

Xiaopang nodded.

Looking at the little fat man in front of her, the old woman's kind eyes revealed indescribable affection.

He stood up and walked to the soup pot, took out a big bowl specially prepared for the little fat man, and poured in some more shou. After a while, a large bowl full of shou was delivered to the little fat man. .

The little fat man held the bowl and started eating. The mother-in-law shouted quickly: "Slow down, don't burn it."

The concerned eyes, like those of a pair of mothers-in-law and grandchildren, looked particularly warm under the dim light of the stall.

Xu Tong watched the scene in front of him silently. He did not interrupt, nor did he think about taking over Xiaopang's will.

He just paid attention silently, looking at the red oil on the corner of the little fat man's mouth and the innocent smile on his face. Maybe it was because the two were one, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A cool breeze blew over, and sanitation workers wearing orange vests under the street lights had already started their day's work.

"Child, it's getting late, go back quickly."

The mother-in-law stroked the little fat man's head, indicating to him that it was almost dawn.

The little fat man turned his head and looked at the sky, then stood up reluctantly. Under the gaze of his mother-in-law, he nodded, got up and helped her pack her things, then stood up and walked back reluctantly.

After walking not far, I looked back and saw my mother-in-law pushing the cart slowly towards a small village in the distance.

Seeing this, the little fat man suddenly flew up and followed him quietly, wanting to see where the mother-in-law lived.

The little fat man was very strong and hid in the air, following his mother-in-law all the way to the village.

Until he watched his mother-in-law walk into an old house and slowly close the door, the little fat man quietly flew into the yard with curiosity.

Under the sunlight, I saw that the yard was very clean, and a young man dozed off and walked out of the room.

Rubbing his eyes: "Yu Qi, hurry up, you're going to be late for school!"

"coming!"

A little girl walked out from the side room carrying a schoolbag.

The little fat man hid on the roof and looked around, but he couldn't help but frowned when he didn't see the mother-in-law.

As soon as he turned his eyes, he saw that the little girl suddenly remembered something, turned around, walked to the door of the main room, and pushed the door open: "Mother-in-law, I went to school."

Hearing what the little girl said, the little fat man hiding on the roof lit up and stared in the direction of the room.

The strange thing is that I didn't hear my mother-in-law's response.

"Yuqi, hurry up!!"

At this time, the man started to urge.

"Okay!" The little girl waved her hand towards the room, closed the door immediately, turned around and walked out with the man.

After the others left, the little fat man finally couldn't restrain his curiosity, jumped down from the roof, walked to the door, stretched out his chubby little hand and gave it a gentle push.

"Buzz..."

With the buzzing sound of the door, the dim room in front of me was illuminated by the sunlight outside.

Smoke and clouds swirled in front of his eyes, making Xiaopang open his eyes to look, but what he saw was a black and white photo frame...