Su Mingan stepped forward and tested Ellas' pulse.

...It's true that it still doesn't work.

Su Mingan originally thought that as long as he controls Ellas, there will be no barriers to the Soul Hunter.

But now it seems that even if he dies, Ellas will not listen to him. Moreover, he does not know if there is any way to secretly convey information on the Soul Hunter side. The news of Ellas's death may have been passed on.

He turned his head.

The hall seemed very quiet at this time, with Shelud unconscious on the ground, and Ellas's body lying on the ground.

On the side, the white-haired old lady was watching the scene calmly.

She was not afraid or regretful, and her eyes were still peaceful when she looked at Su Mingan.

"Su Lin... Are you Su Lin herself?" She said: "You have come down from Yunshang City?"

"Yes." Su Mingan responded.

The old lady stepped forward with hope in her eyes:

"Then, what about my old man? How is he doing in Yunshang City..."

"It's a good life." Su Mingan said.

He has no memory of Su Lin, nor does he know what the situation is in Yunshangcheng, but the situation should not be optimistic.

...Because in one week of death, he really went to Yunshang City.

At that time, the system prompted that he was being disturbed by the "Yunshangcheng poison gas".

It is known as the city of treasure, the city of Yunshang in the ideal town, and the place where the gods live... How can there be poisonous gas?

He didn't know where this "toxic gas" came from, but it can be imagined that Yunshang City was definitely not a comfortable and beautiful ideal village.

Su Mingan turned his head and suddenly heard a sound of footsteps coming from the door.

The two people beside him were instantly alert, and Sevia quickly protected him.

At this time, he found that the extremely bright fire outside the door that was almost breaking through the sky stopped. He held a magical staff and wearing a robe, a familiar person who appeared at the door.

"Mr. Su Lin." The pope who suddenly appeared stood at the door of the hall.

The pope's eyes slowly passed by the unconscious Shelud, frozen on Ellas's body for a moment, and then took off his crown as if he hadn't seen this scene and saluted Su Ming'an slowly.

He didn't seem to care about the death of the Soul Hunter leader, his eyes were only fixed on Su Ming'an.

Then, the words that Su Mingan felt quite familiar to him were asked.

This is a death question.

"...Welcome back, Lord Su Lin. Have you found a way to stabilize the barrier during this trip?"

...

【Main God World·328 Server】

The snow falls slowly.

Perhaps someone started playing the weather system again, or perhaps to match the atmosphere of tomorrow's Christmas Eve, thin snow fell on the streets at this time.

The shops on both sides have live broadcast displays, and Christmas trees with colorful lights can be seen everywhere. People walking hold umbrellas and chat with laughter in the snow.

Next to them, on the live broadcast display, it was Playa's night. Adventure players were fighting in a small screen.

Bright red blood splashes from time to time in the picture, which contrasts sharply with the quiet snow scene outside the screen.

Perhaps due to the influence of the festival, there are no people in Ryoko's pet shop today.

After she wiped the counter with a cloth, she turned the "closed" wooden sign outside the door facing up and suspended business.

She took out the colorful lanterns and hung them around the store door. She was busy, but a man's voice came from the store, with a somewhat blame-like tone:

"——Ryoko, what's the best thing about this kind of foreign festival?"

A man wearing a Zhongshan suit and like a little old man, arched his back slightly and stared at the colorful Christmas tree at the door.

"Hey, Dad, you don't understand this. This is called catering to the festive atmosphere." Ryoko said while hanging, "This festival is a bit out of place for others to celebrate, but you just look a little out of place. And now there are some foreigners living around here. If they like it, let's spend it for them. This is all for making money and not to be rude."

"Are you short of money? I think the prices here are not high."

"How can it be the same? Businessmen, be more particular, make money if you can." Liangzi finished hanging the last red lantern and said with a smile at the man.

When the man heard this, he was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him.

He clearly looks like a middle-aged man, but his behavior and actions all have the smell of the last century.

"Stupid girl, I'm not training you until now, to be a businessman."

"Oh okay, okay, dad, go in and rest, dad, I have to go to the party here. We will celebrate the festival today, Wenxuan and the others are still waiting for me." Liangzi opened the interface, put some drinks and snacks into her backpack, and planned to leave.

"Oh, wait, help me transfer the live broadcast to the boy from the Lu family." The man called him.

"What?" Ryoko looked back at the display screen, and it was the scene of Ellas falling down: "Look at what he does? Isn't the live broadcast of the first player good? Everyone watches this, and the ratings are high."

The man glanced at her with a little inquiry in his eyes.

His hands were grinding on his cane, as if he was considering the sentence.

"Dad, I'll leave if I'm fine." Ryoko seemed to want to leave.

"...Slow down." The man raised his crutch and knocked it on her shoulder: "Ryoko, to be honest, are you really not interested in the boy of the Lu family?"

Ryoko's movements suddenly became a little stiff.

She slowly turned sideways as if she had become petrified, turned her head slowly, and removed the force from her shoulders, and removed the crutch.

She stared at her dad and her mouth grew into an "o" shape.

"It's not suitable." she said.

"Why is it not suitable?" The man curled his lips: "Although there is no one in his family, some of them are not worthy of our family. But after all, he is a good young man. Although he talks a little less, the times are different now. He is doing well, that's enough! My family, including the ancient martial arts side, probably want to fight for him... You two are childhood sweethearts after all, and I don't think you hate him. Didn't you take care of other people's dogs before? If you want to fight for it, you have to seize the opportunity."

"No, no, no..." Ryoko waved her hands repeatedly: "No, inappropriate, inappropriate, inappropriate in all senses."

“Where is not right?”

"Dad, don't you understand yet?"

Standing in the flying snow, Liangzi blinked and shook off the snow frost on her eyelashes.

"…The world is really different," she said. "Now it's my turn to be worthy of him."

The man was silent for a moment.

"Dad, you can see it too." Ryoko said: "Although I have always felt that the risk of adventurers is much greater than that of casual players and the tolerance of mistakes is too low, the importance of adventurers who have never failed is indeed far higher than that of us.

"I'm because of my personality. I don't want to fight and kill. I just want to open a pet shop, so I'll spend time here... But in fact, as long as I have a little bit of a good level, I'll want to end now.

"At the World Forum, some people also suggested that adventure players are becoming more and more important now.

"Even if the Sixth World White Sand Paradise seems to be particularly persuading, the sense of crisis has always existed... Dad, do you still remember the suicide warning behavior of the first player in the ring at the end of the Second World. Also, there are recent events, suicide attacks in the casual audience seats of the auction venue - that really killed many people.

“…It’s really possible to die here.

"I saw a comment on the forum when I was cleaning the shop: 'In the animal world, in order to avoid being eliminated, animals improve themselves in preying and killing, and even predators will be vigilant and exercise their ability to escape. And what about the highest humans in nature? We only see a group of people who are happy to be comfortable.' But this kind of death incident targeting casual audiences has the first time, the second time, and naturally there will be the third time, the fourth time... and even more.

"Dad, the world game is constantly innovating, and the changes in the system version prove this. But no matter how the version is innovated, the actual strength is the weapon that we do hold... Adventurous players are indeed more than twice as powerful as we hold.

“Their status is becoming more and more important…

"I'm not worthy of him anymore."

The glass door closed in front of you.

The dazzling lights flashed in her eyes, and the white snow fell on the facade like a floe.

When she closed the door, she heard a sound of a little old voice inside:

"I got it, Ryoko."

The man said: "...I will tell my family what you think, this strategy of keeping your hands should be changed. Those old guys who hold their own identities should also try to hone their skills."

Ryoko smiled.

She knew that she was not the material to become a player. Just looking at the scene through the screen, she was so scared that her legs were trembling. She couldn't breathe even after applying it, let alone ending up directly.

She knew that she was going to give her away and could only die worthlessly. It would be better to open a store and earn some logistics points, so that she would not have nothing at the end of the game.

...She really can't be an adventurer.

But that doesn't mean she can't call on others to be adventurers.

Isn't this the same as a success?

She hummed a small song and adjusted the live broadcast on the screen outside to Lu Shu's live broadcast room, and glanced at the tall young man holding a knife on the screen.

He was walking in the dark night in Playa, with a sharp blade, and the little mantis on his shoulder was like a machine to harvest life, and he could cut off someone else's head in just a few seconds.

He still looked quiet, cold, taciturn, standing on the screen like a piece of wood, like what she had seen before, he was autistic.

But what was different from that time was the transparent barrage that was crazily passing by, like snowflakes.

They called, shouted, and expressed their love to him, like a group of fanatical followers, her bold words and phrases suffocated her.
To be continued...