Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

Chapter 322 Wow! There are so many dead heads in the sky!

"...No, maybe more than two."

Jiang Yuan stroked his chin and thought: "If conditions permit, that guy will definitely put together all the games that can be played and make a messy hodgepodge."

"This is impossible."

Old Yu pounded his wooden staff and denied it decisively: "Since the advent of the game, no one has been able to master this technology!"

"How is it impossible?"

Zhong Liang bared his teeth and said angrily: "That guy surnamed Jiang has become a lackey of the evil god. It is normal for the master to reward him with some skills as dog food. Otherwise, he will be a dog in vain!"

What he said makes sense.

But Huo Hu still found it hard to believe and asked Jiang Yuan, "How can you be sure that this is splicing and not an upgrade?"

"There was something wrong with this game from the beginning." Jiang Yuan said what he had noticed from the beginning:

"Putting murderous NPCs in safe houses and completely restricting physical strength and props have completely destroyed the balance of the game."

"Evil God is a jerk, but he treats the game as his reputation and would never do anything that would damage his godhood. The most likely possibility is that Jiang Jian has mastered some means to freely control and modify the game."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuan moved his ears and caught a fine friction sound in the air.

Trouble is coming.

"What...what is that thing!"

The palace maid Lan Cui pointed at the sky, trembling and screaming in fear.

As soon as she regained her vision, she opened her eyes and saw a horrifying scene, and almost fainted on the spot.

Zhong Liang looked up and was also shocked: "Fuck, there are so many dead heads in the sky!"

Above the Purple Gold City, less than ten meters above them, there were nine strange blue skulls floating in the air.

They were blue like will-o'-the-wisp, with deep eye sockets and wide-open mouths, as if they were unwilling to close their eyes. They were staring at everyone from top to bottom with a grim look, and slowly approaching.

"That's not a dead head."

Old Yu put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, then explained:

"That's a dead soul butterfly. The skeleton is fake. It's just a camouflage of the blue stripes on their wings."

When everyone looked closely, they realized that the flashing blue skulls were indeed the patterns on the butterflies.

When this giant butterfly spreads its wings, they are larger than an adult's head. It has an inky black background with pale blue stripes. When it flies in the dark, the black part of its wings blends into the night, creating the illusion of a sky full of blue skulls.

Yu Lao: "This is a butterfly from ancient Western Europe that lives in piles of dead bodies and mass graves. They feed on bone marrow and will insert their mouthparts into human bones to suck it."

The appearance of this exotic butterfly further proves Jiang Yuan's point of view.

This game is really made up!

Several dead soul butterflies floated towards the crowd, their siphon-like mouthparts extended to be as thick as coffee straws. Huo Hu was about to draw his sword to kill the butterflies, but Jiang Yuan raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't alarm them."

He whispered, "The scales of the Dead Soul Butterfly contain corpse poison. If disturbed, the scales will explode, and our current bodies will definitely not be able to withstand it."

Huo Hu turned his head to avoid the butterfly and asked, "What should we do then?!"

Zhong Liang also became anxious: "That's right, why don't you give me a solution? There are more and more dead butterflies!"

As he spoke, countless dead soul butterflies emerged from the palaces in all directions.

Thousands of butterflies flapped their wings, making a low humming sound.

The ghosts in the sky were rapidly approaching these delicious living people, and Lan Cui was so scared that she almost crawled into Huo Hu's clothes.

"Don't worry, we have this!"

The skirt-dressed Goddess was as calm as ever. She rummaged through her torn sleeves, and finally pulled out a palm-sized blue-and-white porcelain jar. She showed it off:

“Dang dang dang! The magical [Death without a Complete Corpse]!”

This was the fruit of their labor that they confiscated from a concubine in the afternoon.

As the name suggests, it is a highly toxic substance that will cause the whole body to fester and turn into pus, leaving no intact body.

Everyone:? ? ?

Huo Hu hesitated: "Isn't this a bit too little?"

Zhongliang complained: “That’s right, you have a bottle the size of your palm, and you are scratching them!

Yu Lao pondered: "You mean, you want us to commit suicide before they attack, so that the dead soul butterflies can't kill us?"

Lan Cui was frightened to death: "Ah!?"

"What Sister Yu said is also a solution." Jiang Yuan nodded and said:

“But it’s not available yet!”

The skirt fluttered, the Son of God's eyes focused, and he raised his hand and smashed the porcelain jar onto the red palace wall a few meters away!

BANG----!!!

The porcelain bottle shattered, and a poisonous powder mist exploded, spraying onto the corpse of the palace maid who was parasitized by Dan Taisui!

The corpse was covered in powdery mist and was rapidly festering, emitting a sweet and sour stench, as if a layer of syrup had been sprinkled on a mountain of garbage that hadn't been cleaned up in three years; sweet, greasy, and smelly.

The Death Soul Butterflies that had already rushed in front of everyone suddenly flapped their wings, and the next moment, they collectively changed direction and rushed towards the corpses!

They stretched out their mouthparts and rushed into the festering corpse. Soon, a mountain of butterflies formed, surging in the darkness.

From a distance, it looks like a blue mountain of skulls, rumbling eerily in the darkness.

The trouble was easily solved, but everyone was hesitant.

"That's it?"

"That's it."

Jiang Yuan clapped his hands and said, "Although the Death Soul Butterfly feeds on bone marrow, it prefers nectar, poison, and corpses. A corpse like this that blooms and is poisonous is a delicacy to them."

"I see."

Old Yu nodded slowly and said, "It seems that you, the one who accepted the sect in the first place, have a deeper understanding of them."

This sentence seemed to touch Jiang Yuan's heart. He paused for a moment before replying, "Yes."

Huo Hu was curious: "By the way, Mr. Jiang, was this game with the Dead Soul Butterfly also collected by you when you were an executive officer?"

"Well, that was a long time ago."

Jiang Yuan lowered his head slightly, his thin eyebrows closed, his peach blossom eyes dim, as if covered with a layer of confusion and bewilderment.

"So long ago that I can't even remember."

...

He only remembered that he was still in the internship period at that time and had to listen to his master in many things.

He only remembered that he was young and energetic at that time, Jiang Jian was also full of vigor and vitality, both the master and the apprentice still had full heads of black hair, and they knew nothing about the future.

The two of them entered the game together. At the last level, the evil spirit leader fled into a mass grave, startling all the dead soul butterflies that filled the mountain and covered the sky and the ground.

Faced with the strangeness of Zhatian, Jiang Jian loudly warned Jiang Yuan not to act recklessly, but Jiang Yuan still stubbornly rushed into the butterfly group and continued to chase the sect leader.

The result is......

Jiang Yuan was not in any trouble at all, and he successfully defeated the sect leader and conquered the Guimen.

On the contrary, Jiang Jian, seeing his apprentice trapped, was so anxious that he rushed into the butterfly flock to save him. In the end, he was allergic to corpse powder and was in the infirmary for three days on intravenous drip, and he also had pockmarks for a month afterwards.

The warm afternoon sun reflects soft light in the hanging water bottle.

Jiang Yuan sat beside the soft hospital bed and served his master a big bowl of chicken soup with a playful smile.

Jiang Jian cursed and complained about many things, but in the end he took the bowl with a soft heart, scooped up a scoop of the rich golden soup, and his expression gradually became solemn.

"Jiang Yuan."

"What's the matter, Master?"

"Did you starve this chicken to death? Why is there so little meat?"

"..."