With a complicated mood, Wang Hongxin began to explore this small island.

Soon he realized that he was not the only lucky one. There were other souls on the island, including him, a total of five.

An old man, a big girl, a young man who is obviously a student-ager, and a middle-aged man with a strong figure and a simple face.

Among these people, except for the old man who looks like a normal person like himself, the other three souls all look hideous and terrifying.

There was a hideous blood hole on Dabo's abdomen, and black air was constantly coming out.

The young man has black eyes and a long tongue.

And the middle-aged man was even more miserable, his body was like everyone else, as if he was driven by an excavator, and his whole head was blooming.

Even on this isolated island, Wang Hongxin did not approach the four of them.

"I haven't encountered any danger yet, so I'd better explore this isolated island myself before talking about it. If there is no gain, it's not too late to wake them up."

"I just don't know if they can be woken up."

Wang Hongxin's eyes flashed, he whispered a few words on himself, and then walked towards the end of the isolated island.

Outside, Fang Lei showed a smile on his face. Fang Lei clearly saw Wang Hongxin's little thoughts.

"Is there any selfishness? This is a good thing!"

"Since that's the case, I will give you an opportunity."

"No matter whether you are a demon who harms the world or a good ghost who leads to rebirth, in short, you cannot escape from my palm."

With a smile in his eyes, Fang Lei from the outside world had a thought, and a unique corpse had been prepared long ago, and began to flow towards the isolated island along the yellow spring.

Standing at the end of the isolated island and having fully explored the isolated island, Wang Hongxin had an unconcealed look of disappointment on his face.

There is nothing on this isolated island, it is desolate!

It would be fine if it was just desolate. Programmers are a profession that can endure loneliness, but Wang Hongxin can clearly feel his body dissipating.

Although the dissipation rate is very slow, it is indeed dissipating!

In other words, you are not much better than those souls that have been destroyed in the river, and you will even suffer more psychological pressure than them.

The feeling of watching himself die little by little made Wang Hongxin frightened.

"Hmm? What is that!"

A different soul at the end of the deserted island attracted Wang Hongxin's attention.

Like all souls, he was wearing clothes before his death, but his clothes were so dark that it seemed to absorb all the light, and his tall hat was unique.

Most importantly, when all souls began to disintegrate in the struggle and silent screams, the soul seemed to have nothing to do!

"What's wrong! He's different!

Wang Hongxin immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly began to look around for something.

Soon, he discovered a dead branch.

He quickly picked up the dead branch, and it felt a bit cold and harsh when he got it.

But at this moment, Wang Hongxin didn't care about this feeling. He used the cold branches to carefully push the yellow drinking water and probed towards the soul.

The soul is very close to the isolated island, only about one meter away.

But Wang Hongxin, who had observed the water flow, knew that he would never be washed into the isolated island and would soon wind down the water flow.

"This is the only chance!"

Wang Hongxin held the dead branches tightly, calculating the speed and angle of the soul floating in his heart.

The next moment, Wang Hongxin suddenly stretched out his hand, and the branches in his hand actually hooked the soul's neck agilely.

The force from his hands made Wang Hongxin's face flash with joy!

"I've gotten hooked up! No, be calm! It's not over yet!"

Wang Hongxin took a few deep breaths, feeling the strange soul that was constantly trembling under the river and could even be washed away at any time, and carefully began to pull the soul towards the shore.

This process lasted for five minutes. If Wang Hongxin hadn't been able to stand his composure as a programmer, ordinary people would have had their hands slipped and collapsed.

But even so, Wang Hongxin had several mistakes in five minutes. If he hadn't responded quickly enough, his soul would have been washed away by the river.

Pulling the soul to the shore, Wang Hongxin didn't bother to breathe a sigh of relief and directly used the branches in his hand to overturn the lying soul.

The next moment, Wang Hongxin's body subconsciously took a few steps back, and as soon as he slid down, he fell to the ground.

Looking at the soul's appearance, Wang Hongxin's face was filled with horror!

"Black impermanence! This is Black impermanence!"

The appearance of that soul is the black impermanence in Wang Hongxin’s memory!

I saw him with a green face, fangs, a black hat, and a black suit. His expression was ferocious and ferocious, and he looked at him with a angrily and a dark and blue complexion.

A decayed aura was emitted all over his body!

Hei Wuchang, that is the rumored ghost messenger, and it is not comparable to his own little soul.

Wang Hongxin was frightened, but soon he realized that Hei Wuchang seemed to be dead?

He always kept his staring action, like a stiff corpse.

"Dead?"

Wang Hongxin plucked up the courage to poke Hei Wuchang with the branches in his hand a few times, but what he heard was a hard touch.

"Master Hei Wuchang, are you okay?"

Wang Hongxin took a few steps closer, endured the instinctive fear in his heart, and called out a few times, but Hei Wuchang had no reaction at all.

After a few tests, Wang Hongxin's eyes became hot and he said to himself:

"I heard that Hei Wuchang's things are treasures. Could it be that it is because of this clothes that he is not afraid of the underworld water?"

A bold thought arose in my heart and I can no longer suppress it.

After gritting his teeth, Wang Hongxin thought to himself: "If I continue to waste, I will die here sooner or later. It's better to fight."

"A man dies and a bird is facing the sky, and he will never die for thousands of years!"

After roaring in the novel that he liked very much, Wang Hongxin began to take off the clothes on Hei Wuchang while his whole body was trembling.

Fortunately, Hei Wuchang did not move any abnormally, and his clothes were easily taken off by him.

Looking at the dark shroud in his hand and then looking at the stiff body on the ground, Wang Hongxin suddenly gritted his teeth:

"I will offend you if you don't do it all the time!"

After a whisper, Wang Hongxin kicked Hei Wuchang with one kick, and directly kicked Hei Wuchang back into the underworld.

Hei Wuchang, who had lost his clothes, quickly turned into ashes in the underworld water under Wang Hongxin's gaze.

Holding the dark shroud in his hand tightly, Wang Hongxin's body trembled with excitement:

"As it turns out, this dress is a baby!"

Wang Hongxin was so excited that his whole body trembled. Although he was a dull programmer, his thinking was very clear.

Judging from the performance of Hei Wuchang, how could he not know that this set of clothes can protect the spirit from the erosion of the yellow spring water?!

He quickly put Hei Wuchang's clothes on his body and put them on his clothes. Wang Hongxin suddenly felt a cold breath surrounding him, and his soul stopped dissipating his power at this moment.

"Sure enough!"

Wang Hongxin clenched all the time, looking ecstatic.

However, after seeing his empty hands, he shook his head with a pity: "It's a pity that Hei Wuchang's weapon is not here, otherwise..."

Thinking of Hei Wuchang's weapon, Wang Hongxin's eyes suddenly became hot.

He looked at the opposite bank of the Yellow Springs, the ruins in the heavy rain, his eyes full of heat.

"Although I don't know that the rumored underworld has become a ruin, since the treasure of Hei Wuchang can stay, other treasures can be done."

"The Book of Life and Death, the Punishment of the Judge...even the treasure of King Yama!"

Thinking of the treasures in the myths and legends, and the great existence of King Yama who ruled life and death, Wang Hongxin suddenly felt that this was the life he wanted!

Passion, unknown, full of variables...

A wonderful life is countless times better than typing codes!

Taking a few deep breaths, Wang Hongxin forced himself to calm down. After looking at the abandoned underworld, Wang Hongxin turned to look at the souls that had not yet woken up and said to himself:

"The underworld has been destroyed, and there must be a coexistence of crisis and risk."

"It is obviously impossible to monopolize all opportunities based on my own abilities, so I must have my own team..."

With a conspiracy in his heart, Wang Hongxin looked at those people differently.

However, Wang Hongxin did not mean to wake them up. He had seen many infinite streams and knew what he should do at this moment.

A moment later, a harsh scream suddenly remembered, penetrating the bloody rain curtain that had turned into a light rain.

Wang Hongxin, wearing a dark shroud, looked at the first woman who woke up, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was not easy to detect.

"It seems that her psychological quality is not good..."

"ah!!"

"Aren't I dead?"

Dabo Mei looked at the black wound on her stomach with horror, her face full of disbelief.

"I advise you to be quieter, otherwise I will not be able to save you any monsters."

In the dark shroud, Wang Hongxin, dressed in black impermanence, said coldly.

Looking at the obvious black Wuchang dress, looking at the strange environment around him, and thinking about the strangeness of his body, the big wave girl trembled all over, but she also became quiet.

Soon, the other three people woke up one after another. Shocked by Wang Hongxin's strange dress, they quickly calmed down.

The mental power was spread in this small space, Fang Lei nodded with satisfaction:

"There is strong acceptance and ambition, and the most important thing is that I have a big mind and are the talents I need."

Amid Fang Lei's gaze, Wang Hongxin had an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at the few people coldly, and sneered:

"Welcome to the underworld."

"Don't doubt what I said first. Everyone should remember what happened to you before you die, right?"

Seeing the expressions of the few people change, Wang Hongxin pointed to his head without any haste, which made the few people who heard his words subconsciously stunned on the spot.

"Underground Mansion? I'm dead? Am I a ghost now?"

"Wuwuwu...why did I die? I have old men and young men!"

"Damn it! I will definitely not spare you!"

Seeing the sad or angry expressions of several people, Wang Hongxin's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice:

"Sorry, you are indeed dead."

"But you are very lucky that you were pulled up from the Yellow Spring River one by one by one, so you won't be distracted."

As he said that, Wang Hongxin pointed to the quiet yellow river outside the island. On the surface of the river, the soul that still had spirituality turned into ashes under the erosion of the yellow spring.

Such a scene changed the expressions of the four people.

The old man was fine, his expression was relatively calm.

The others trembled uncontrollably when facing this terrifying scene.

Like Wang Hongxin before, they didn't know why, but they felt a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"You are very lucky to continue to survive in the underworld."

"But if you feel it carefully, you will know that even here, you are slowly dissipating."

Under Wang Hongxin's reminder, several people subconsciously felt it, and once again showed a terrified expression on their faces.

After experiencing death, they yearn for survival more than ordinary people.

Especially in this strange underworld, they knew that once they died again, their souls would be scattered!

Looking at the performance of the few people, Wang Hongxin showed a successful smile in his eyes.

For these people, although Wang Hongxin had to find a way to turn them into his own team, he had no intention of fooling them.

Because this isolated island is so big, when they gradually calm down, they will notice something wrong with the underworld like themselves before.

Therefore, Wang Hongxin knew that he must establish his position as soon as possible.

As long as your status is established, your status will not change in this strange underworld.

Thinking of this, Wang Hongxin started to strike while the iron was hot.

Looking at the frightened four people, Wang Hongxin chuckled: "But I have a way to make you live and live in this underworld!"

"kindness?!"

After hearing this, several people subconsciously looked at Wang Hongxin.

Facing the fiery eyes of several people, Wang Hongxin spoke quietly:

"If you want me to help you continue to live, do you have to let me know who you are and what are your specialties?"

Wang Hongxin did not point out the main topic directly. He was often played around by project managers and could do some tricks.

He knew that the chance to survive was his current trump card and it was absolutely impossible to play it so early.

Let them follow their own rhythm completely and finally adapt to their own rhythm so that they can lead them next.

Wang Hongxin, dressed in black impermanence, is full of mystery and oppression, and even has a sense of intimidation to the soul, just like he is the natural enemy of the soul.

Coupled with the temptation to survive, several people could only honestly tell this ghost messenger who was suspected to be Hei Wuchang.
Chapter completed!