Chapter 27: The cost of evildoing cannot be too low
'I bet this isn't a real bullet.'

'Even if it's a rubber bullet, as long as it reaches ** joules, it's no different from a real gun.'

"Oh my god, this crew is really dedicated."

"After all, it is a guild that can give out tens of millions in rewards, so it is quite powerful."

'I suspect that the video may have been shot abroad.'

'No, no one thinks this is real?'

'Haha, there are still people who believe that the anchor is really in the underworld.'

"Just based on this shot, you can tell it was a specially arranged plot without having to guess."

At this moment, Jiang Haonan was not in the mood to care about the phone. He was always paying attention to the movements downstairs and outside the window.

There were more than a dozen subordinates guarding the entire villa. The gunshots were sparse now, and it was estimated that they had been eliminated by the enemy.

It is obvious that the other party must have come prepared.

This time, it's dangerous!

However, in the past two years, he has been very lucky and prosperous, and he will surely be able to turn the bad luck into good luck.
Jiang Haonan, who was comforting himself, heard a sharp whistle, followed by a fierce flame flashing before his eyes, and the whole person was engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

When he was on the verge of death, Jiang Haonan suddenly thought of the live broadcast room he had just watched, and an idea flashed through his mind.

Could it be that the other party really broke his 'Wealth-Delivering Boy' formation, causing the backlash?

He began to believe the anchor a little!
'Oh my god, a bazooka?'

'real or fake? '

"Is it a special effect?"

"Can someone analyze this and tell me if it is a special effect?"

'If it's not a recording, it's probably real?'

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

'Where can we film a scene with real guns?'

'If this is a recorded broadcast + live dubbing and editing, this team is quite impressive.'

"Could it be that this is all real? This is not a movie."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. If this were a movie, the Oscars would have been taken by ordinary contestants."

'Is it possible that the Oscars don't look at the special effects?'

'I think it's more likely to be a recorded broadcast, it's just that the special effects are so amazing.'

From the angle of the live broadcast, netizens can clearly see the whistling tail flame and the moment of explosion, just like a real battlefield, without any traces of PS.

In every way, it seems like a real situation, unless it is a recorded movie plot.

But judging from the interaction between the two sides via video link, the plot is too coherent and doesn’t seem like a recorded movie.

"Jiang Haonan, it's time for you to come."

Seeing the disconnected video connection, Huang Yang's lips curled up slightly and he pointed his finger forward.

Under the witness of more than 60,000 netizens, a soul turned from virtual to real and appeared next to Jiang Caiyi and her daughter. It was Jiang Haonan who had just been connected via video.

Jiang Haonan, who had lost his fortune and suffered backlash from the explosion just now, could not escape and died directly.

The current world newspaper, come fast!
Especially the retribution that Huang Yang, the King of Hell, was concerned about, was delivered immediately! !
"Oh my god, that one was just blown away, and this one was summoned?"

"Is the underworld so efficient now? There must be some bull-headed and horse-faced ghost-collecting monsters or something like that."

'It may be that the crew was short of funds, so they simply saved the appearance fee for the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons.'

'666. ’

'This is unscientific!'

'666, is the anchor really in the underworld?'

'Haha, this is not something the host himself pointed out. What just happened must have been a recording. It just looked very similar.'

"I think these two theaters may be right next to each other." "This special effect of turning virtual into real is well done. If it rises from the ground, it will be a bit fake."

"The special effects of this crew are so good that they can easily beat all the domestic science fiction movies made in the past 20 years."

'Fighting Qi Hua Ma left the live broadcast room in disgrace.'

When Jiang Caiyi saw her brother's ghost suddenly appear, she reached out to grab him angrily. The little girl beside her also followed her mother's actions and rushed towards the culprit who had caused them to come to the underworld.

Because the Hall of Heroes itself has a special cold wind and the effect of protecting the souls of the dead, Jiang Caiyi and the others do not have to return within 10 minutes after leaving the reincarnation team, and can stay outside for a long time.

"You bastard, you even want to harm your niece."

"Mom, let me help you."

"What are you doing? What?"

Jiang Haonan, who was still a little confused, was caught off guard by his sister and niece.

Although he has become a ghost, fighting between ghosts will still cause "damage" and it will penetrate deeper into the soul.

Huang Yang, who was sitting on the black and gold throne not far away, looked at Jiang Haonan who was only focused on defense, but there was still anger in his eyes.

The moment Jiang Haonan's ghost entered the underworld, the underworld mechanism had already cleared all of his merits and sins, and only ranked him after zone 900 according to his negative merits during his lifetime.

But because of the sins he committed during his lifetime, he would only be reincarnated a few years later in the underworld, which is too easy for him.

At this moment, Huang Yang couldn't help but feel that the eighteen levels of hell that were rumored to punish ghosts were indeed necessary.

"Dear, I have detected your anger and can open the Eighteen Levels of Hell. Do you want to open it?"

At this moment, Huang Yang heard a prompt in his ears, and then he saw the option to open the Eighteen Levels of Hell on the virtual screen on the left.

Just as he was about to take a nap, the pillow appeared. Huang Yang was delighted and immediately clicked "Yes".

"Dear, the relevant amount has been deducted to open the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell for you. Friendly reminder, you can spend the relevant amount in the future to open the next seventeen levels."

"I rely on."

Huang Yang cursed inwardly when he heard the prompt from the Dishu system and quickly checked his account.

Sure enough, the balance that should have been more than 30 Yin Yuan was now only a pitiful four-digit fraction.

He was still too young and too naive. He had never suffered the beatings of society, so he was easily fleeced by the Dishu system. No, it should be the sheepskin, with only a few hairs left.

From the previous transactions, Huang Yang should have known that although he was the owner of Dishu, this stingy system would never make transactions without capital.

However, after deducting 30 Yin Yuan from him, only the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell was opened, which was a bit too unfair.

You know, he may not be able to find another rich second generation who is as rich as him for a long time.

The only consolation was that there was at least 5766.22 Yin Yuan in the account, so Huang Yang didn't have to worry about daily expenses.

After enjoying the delicious food, he couldn't get through the dull days of the first few days.

After coming to his senses, Huang Yang looked at Jiang Haonan who was about to fight back and said in a cold voice: "Jiang Haonan, you have done too many evil things in your life. According to the mechanism of the underworld, you will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell and serve ten years in prison."

After the first level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell was opened, Huang Yang already had relevant information in his mind and knew that the maximum punishment limit for this first level was ten years.

If you want to prolong the ghost's sentence in hell, there is no other way but to unlock the lower levels.

The punishment in the first level of hell is not single, but various types of punishment are constantly changing in a certain small world.

In addition, there is a unique cold wind in hell that keeps the ghosts awake at all times while being punished.

As for the location of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, it is actually in the Hall of Heroes.

At first, when Huang Yang was looking at the Hall of Heroes, he was a little confused about the empty rooms on both sides. But now he understood that the eighteen rooms might correspond to the eighteen levels of hell.

"You are just a small anchor, why do you sentence me?"

At this moment, Jiang Haonan broke free from the entanglement of his sister and niece, and yelled at the anchor not far away.

If the other party had not interfered, he would not have lost his fortune and died.

Now, the other party actually wants to send him to the eighteenth level of hell to be punished. This is simply too much for human beings. No, it is too much for ghosts.

(End of this chapter)