I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

The train roared.

Skimming cities, fields, and forests.

Yang Shou looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest.

In reality, there seems to be no difference between the world of Ping An Community and the real world.

However, the former is far less developed than the latter.

Many novel things, Yang Shou has never seen in Ping'an Community.

"There is a time difference of at least ten years."

Muttering a word, he retracted his gaze and looked at the passengers in the carriage.

In reality, there is another point that is different from the world of Ping An Community.

Probably because of the influence of the weird era, the vast majority of people here don't have smiles on their faces.

And most of them are hurrying up and watching the copy of the weird live broadcast room.

No one can guarantee that they will not enter the copy.

They can only try their best and want to know more about the copy.

Like Yang Shou, there are very few passengers who look relaxed and want to enjoy the scenery.

"Everyone is panicking."

If it continues to be suppressed like this, it won't be long before the barely maintained social order will collapse completely.

Yang Shou sighed silently, and took out the phone.

After digging around, I found the entrance to the death forum.

Wang Lei is very cautious and will log in again every time.

In desperation, Yang Shou could only log in to the forum as an ordinary member after simple registration.

[Looking for clues to the century-old village in Linshan City, rewarding the factory with a lot of money

[Recruiting teammates, exploring the obsession level strange talk community, requires courage]

[I want to buy a woman who was born in the cloudy year, the moon and the moon, regardless of whether she is alive or dead, or provide her address]

【Assassination Building, the target is the magistrate, he has been staring at me for a long time】

There are all kinds of forum posts, of all types.

There are common exchange stickers.

There are also some, more like a gathering place for perverts and demons.

They discussed how to torture and kill living people to create more venomous souls.

Yang Shou looked at it, frowning a little.

Under the influence of weirdness, the ghost sender is prone to extreme temperament.

The establishment of the death forum gave them another way to expose their dark thoughts.

Here, the living are more terrifying than the spooky.

"The death forum is not a fool, the blank mask should not be used anymore."

"Maybe I should think of a way to use another identity to sneak into the death forum.||."

Yang Shou thought for a while, and began to leave messages under some popular posts.

In the bottom of his heart, there is a sea of ​​malice.

And he comes from the Ping An community, and has successfully captured several copies.

Whether it is pretending to be a villain or creating an experienced trickster, it is easy for him to do so.

Two hours later, his comments continued to get likes, even more popular than the original poster.

His name was noticed by many customers.

A new floor has been created to discuss Yang Shou's identity.

【That ID is Sunshine Boy, there seems to be something!】

Landlord: Does anyone know his identity? I read several of his replies, and this person is simply terrifying.

Killer: The first floor, same question.

Midnight Butcher: I also want to know, I have killed more than a dozen people, but after reading the killing methods he introduced, I still feel that I am too tender.

I'm so hungry, can I eat you: This man must be a pervert, I can feel his malice through the phone!

Midnight Butcher: His strength seems to be very strong, and the one he shared is so crazy and weird, it doesn't look like a fake.

I didn't kill anyone: even thinking about Weird is driving me crazy, it's too scary, why is he called Sunshine Boy? It feels out of place with the forum.

Sunny boy: Because I am really a sunny boy.

Midnight Butcher: ...

Landlord:

………

I’m so hungry, can I eat you: ..………

The ellipsis on two screens in a row shows the speechlessness in the hearts of these forum users.

Although looking at the registration time, the big sunshine boy has only two hours.

But the dozen or so messages left behind have been regarded as wise words by many users.

The malice hidden deep under the words, as long as you read it, even a murderer will be terrified.

It's as if the real devil is hidden behind the ID of the big sunshine boy.

Sunshine boy: I am going to Jinghai now, I don’t know how the local circle of tricksters is like, is there anyone on the forum who would like to recommend it?

Midnight Butcher: Boss is coming to Jinghai? I am from Jinghai, I can help you, but when the time comes, I hope you can give me some advice.

Sunshine boy: No problem, I still have about two hours to drive, get off at Jinghai North Station, where are you waiting for me?

Midnight Butcher: Hehe, boss, there are so many people here, it’s not convenient for me to reveal my location, I’ll wait for you at the North Station Square, the boss is so unusual, I believe I can find the boss in the crowd.

Sunshine Boy: Okay, thank you my friend, I will definitely not let you hope then.

I'm so hungry, can I eat you: The boss has come to Jinghai, I seem to have seen the bloody storm in Jinghai.

Killer: The Conspiracy Bureau has masters in Jinghai, but judging from the big boss's speech, I guess the big boss doesn't care.

Landlord: I will buy the ticket now, haha, I really admire the boss, I feel that he is an idol among perverts, I want to go to the scene to catch up with fans.

Putting down the phone, Yang Shou nodded in satisfaction.

There are quite a few people in Jinghai who are related to him, but they are basically ordinary people, and there are no real tricksters.

He planned to use the vest of the big sunshine boy to sneak into Jinghai's circle of solicitors, and then be accepted by the death forum to hide his own mask.

"What kind of mask should I make?"

When Yang Shou was contemplating, he suddenly raised his head and looked to the other side of the carriage.

There was a middle-aged man there, who obviously had a calmness different from the others.

During the two hours of the train ride, he had been secretly observing Yang Shou.

But now, he took the initiative to come over.

"Friend, is it convenient to chat for a few minutes?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and sat down on the empty seat next to Yang Shou.

Yang Shou glanced at the other party and noticed a strange aura.

This is a trickster.

"What are you talking about?"

The middle-aged man cautiously looked around, then asked in a low voice:

"You should be a trickster, right?"

Yang Shou shook his head and said, "I'm not."

"Friend, you don't have to hide it from me." The middle-aged man smiled, "I have no malicious intentions."

"Look at the other passengers, even if they are in the car, they are restless."

"Only us tricksters can be so calm.

"I know there is a dungeon, can I invite you to explore together?"

"That copy..."

"I'm really not a trickster." Yang Shou waved his hand, "I'm not interested in what you said either.

"Please don't ramble."

The face of the middle-aged man turned pale, you

"What's wrong with me?" (Li De's)

Yang Shou looked over indifferently.

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly felt cold, and he couldn't say anything.

After sitting there for two seconds, he left angrily.

Yang Shou glanced at it, lost interest.

The weirdness of the middle-aged man is only at the level of obsession, and it is still very weak.

It can be seen from this.

The dungeons that dare to explore are at most the level of bedroom 404.

Yang Shou wanted to improve his strength through dungeons.

But the premise is that there must be evil spirits in the dungeon.

Otherwise it is a waste of time.

"This guy!"

The middle-aged man was angry and sat back in his seat.

He couldn't see the details of Yang Shou, so he could only endure the fire.

"He refuses to admit that he is a trickster."

"But how is it possible!"

Thinking of something, the middle-aged man took out his mobile phone, secretly showing a trace of strangeness.

Afterwards, it really attracted a phone call.

However, the bloody text that manifested made him stunned on the spot.

【He is not a trickster】

【Really not】.