The editor of the King of Hell didn’t know where the editor was, but she knew that she had seen a dragon. A whisker was like a dragon with a whisker face.

The dragon is wearing a hoodie. If you ignore the dragon's whisker's head, it is like an ordinary person's son.

However, the editor's eyes looked down the hoodie. She was very sure that no matter how large the hoodie was, it would never have the length in front of her.

Because its length can be described as stretchy.

Ten meters?

Twenty meters?

No no no no!

The hoodie has no end until the end of the editor's vision.

"We are all civilized dragons." The dragon in front of him responded to the editor's eyes with a slight accent. The dragon whisker turned his head to look at the kitten jumping onto the table, "Is this your new tool?"

"Ahem. This is my new employee." Natsume on the table coughed.

He looked at the table in front of him with two mahjong cards with black charcoal-like legs growing on the table, fell off the top of the card mountain, walked into the card and stood there. Another card in the card trotted and sank into the sea of ​​cards with a "pop".

"You have violated the use of fake objects again!" Natsume slapped his claws on the chess piece he moved. A stickman-like little thing throws away the cards he is carrying and wants to slip away from his claws.

"What is the fake thing?" the editor asked as he watched the cat skillfully grab the stickman.

"Pseudo-objects are projections of foreign objects. The fragments of the world rely on fantasy to maintain links. Even if foreign objects are blocked and contained, as long as someone still knows them, they will cast their shadows in the places with the highest aspect and cast false objects."

"The more fake objects are used, the more rich the shadow will be. When the concentration reaches 100%, the body of the foreign object will break through the seal and come, and the fake objects will turn into foreign objects and run wild and lose control.

Although it is dangerous to use fake objects, there are always places where they are needed, so...there are regulations on the use of fake objects, which prohibit the use of fake objects for entertainment purposes.

But...I'm just playing auto-chess..."

The dragon beard face widened with grievance and said with the same eyes as the pearls in the pearl milk tea.

"That's not OK! The regulations are regulations! Your set of tools for crime are confiscated!" Natsume waved his paws, and all the mahjong plaques on the table disappeared.

"You're selling the mall again." Longye-faced fell down in despair, like a salted fish that had been lifted out of strength. His chin was placed on the table and the entire dragon head was placed on the table. "Tell me, what are you doing when you come to me?"

"A few snack workers died in the work just now, and I promised her to bring them back." Natsume pointed at the editor with her tail.

"So, come on my way to cut off my beard and confiscate my set of mahjong plaques?" The depressed dragon bearded face was lying softly on the table, "No! This does not comply with the rules!"

"You never want to steal fake things again, right?" The cat stepped on the dragon whiskers on the dragon whisker face.

The Dragon-faced Hell King said righteously in an instant, "You can't let the explorers both bleeding and cry. They chill their hearts, leaving only a cold entity."

The Dragon Beard raised his hand, and a booklet appeared between his right claws. He seemed to be an explanation or a show-off, "This is the book of life and death."

When the left claw was about to fall on the writing, the fingertips suddenly turned into a brush.

"Zhou Qiao, a social animal man, a fitness man. Do these three people need to be called back to their original homes?"

"yes!"

The fingertips of the brush fell, and three golden lights flew out from the Book of Life and Death.

Natsume threw him fake stickman.

"Where is my mahjong?"

"What did you say!?" Natsume asked, staring at the stickman in the Dragon Bearded Face of the Hell.

"No...nothing..."

Natsume jumped off the table and said, "Follow me, there are still many things to do later."

"Teacher Natsume, is the dragon that just now the King of Hell?" the editor asked behind the cat. She originally imagined that the King of Hell was all bearded. As for creatures like dragons, except for the turbulent rain, the rest was Nezha who made it into a dragon tendon.

Although the cat walking in front has a very small stride, its pace is very fast.

"Yes, he is the King of Hell. You can simply regard him as a useless waste dragon."

The cat said disdainfully.

"Don't think about that waste dragon anymore. If you want to save those snack workers, the most critical moment will begin.

Although their souls have been knocked back to their 'original' and their physical bodies have been reshaped, they are not synchronized with the current time.

The resurrected they were before they died.

Over the next period of time, the time and space around them will start to accelerate until they are synchronized with the time in the present world.

This accelerated and synchronized time and space around them is an "abnormal", and pseudo-objects are likely to be born around them.

Moreover, there may be fake hunters who want to plunder the newly born fake things at any time.

Even... hunt them, use their "abnormal" flesh and blood to increase the concentration of fake objects and let foreign objects come."

The editor heard the cat's long words and stayed up for a while. She didn't expect that her wish would be so difficult to realize.

Shouldn’t we make a wish that the three people from "biu" will be resurrected in full blood?

This... is so troublesome, not magic at all!

"Miss Editor, whether it is magic or anything else, it has its rules, not a miracle.

The biggest miracle is that you may have been tired of ordinary life.

One day you miss it back."

"We are going to Fucheng, Dongshan Province." The cat hopped on a small car that looked like a wooden toy and shouted, "Miss Editor pays points."

The editor forced her to stand on the wooden car with one foot, not only afraid of stomping the wooden car, but also afraid of accidentally stomping to death a cricket that was only the size of a corn kernel.

The driver, Cricket, got points and shook the two tentacles on his head. The editor felt dazed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at another place, which looked like it was still a subway tunnel.

However, the breeze in the tunnel blew through her skin, and she was keen to detect the subtle difference in temperature.

"Are we not in the capital?"

"We're in Fucheng." The cat got out of the car, and the editor followed, "In just a blink of an eye, we've arrived at a city thousands of miles away?"

"Yes." Natsume responded. Instead of stopping, he walked towards the place where Zhou Qiao was.

As soon as he left the subway, the cat twitched his nose and said, "I smelled the fake thing. Go quickly, before Zhou Qiao was sacrificed."

"Yes!" The editor's leather shoes sounded, just like the sound of a rat's body stripped of all skins in a dark alley in this city, and blood dripping on the ground.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick..."

Zhou Qiao listened to the end of the evening self-study bell and got up from the desk.

He hammered his head and felt a little drowsy. He seemed to have had a strange "dream", but he could not remember what he dreamed about in his dream.

never mind.

Zhou Qiao grabbed her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom with the abortion.

It was almost midnight, and the street lights in the dark seemed extremely dim. In addition to being able to clearly reflect the outline of the curb, there were only a few street lights that pulled people out a few shadows of different lengths.

The sound of hiking came from the bushes.

"who!"

Zhou Qiao shouted inexplicably.

He stared at the low bushes and wanted to go up and check them, but he was unwilling to move.

He took out his cell phone that he almost only used to read the novel, and the one on it showed "23:22".

"Hmm? The get out of class hasn't ended yet? But I obviously heard the ringtone..." Zhou Qiao felt something was wrong.

He lit the flash of his phone, and the pale light penetrated the thick bushes, and there was nothing there.

"It's really strange." Zhou Qiao turned off the flash to himself and continued walking on the way home.

"Shishou..."

"Shishou..."

It was like the sound of a small animal moving, and it sounded again and again.

The flash of the phone lights up again and again, shining at the place where the sound comes, but there is no abnormality.

Zhou Qiao felt that if he didn't find anything, he would be abnormal. He felt that he gradually became irrational. The still shadows seemed to have their own life. They entangled themselves like the Shadow Ninjutsu in "Naruto".

"Was something dirty attached to me when I was just sleeping?" Zhou Qiao couldn't help but think.

"As long as the light shines, there will be no shadow! Go and die!" The spotlight of the phone in his hand suddenly surged. The dazzling light was like a mini star.

The shadows wrapped around him melted like ice cream under the scorching sun.

"Shishou..."

"Squeak..."

A mouse appeared in front of Zhou Qiao, a shadowless man. His blood-red eyes radiated like a laser pen, staring at Zhou Qiao. In the mouse's mouth, he was still holding a black dagger.

The mouse spitted off the dagger and began to spit out words, "It finally changed. It's so painful for me to wait."
To be continued...