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The conspiracy between the two ended here, but the pig spirits who were having a day off in groups of three or four above were still unaware of the disaster that was about to happen.

There are five Piglins in this group. They are resting now. Their special fur and body structure give them very good heat resistance. They don't feel the heat at all. Of course, there is still some gap compared to Blazes and Magma Monsters.

It took them quite a while to develop wisdom, but it wasn't as long as one might imagine either. At least it was a little later than the villagers, because they first created something from nothing and then developed wisdom.

But their environment is much better than that of the villagers. There are not so many monsters and not so many battles. The originally dangerous hell is now much more peaceful than above. If there had been bloodshed at the beginning, the originally peaceful land would probably have been turned into hell. I have to say, it's quite interesting.

However, due to the lack of oppression, the Piglings do not have a unified government, but rather a group of cities that are governed independently. Each city has different rules. Piglings can choose a satisfactory city based on their personal preferences. It doesn't matter if they wander around. They can regard anywhere as their home, and their compatriots will also warmly treat them as family members without any barriers.

The city in the distance is called Dawn City. It belongs to their group of piglins and is currently the most remote of the piglin cities. Sometimes, if they want to eat some good warthog meat, they have to go to a more remote place to buy it. However, transportation in Hell is extremely difficult, so most of the time they rely on growing hell wart to be self-sufficient and rarely have contact with other piglins.

Of course, if it is their own kind who come to rest, they will also warmly welcome them.

As an exceptionally united race, they would not show any rejection towards their own kind.

But for those I don’t know… then the only way is probably to kill them all.

At that time, the guards standing on the city wall were chatting happily, with relaxation and indifference written all over their faces. Recently, there has been so much peace here that there has not been a fight since the beginning of the establishment of the city. With such a lax defense, it is reasonable that they would not notice that side, but some unexpected coincidences happened today, yes, accidents.

Today, a pig spirit happened to have a sudden idea and decided to go further to see what was going on. So he stood on the top of the city wall and looked around, estimating in his mind where to go. As a result, when he looked up, he happened to see Steve and Val standing there.

Faced with this creature she had never seen before, she subconsciously froze.

Originally, this wouldn't have caused such a big commotion or pursuit.

But unfortunately, Steve's name is still spread here because of the Wither Skeletons and the Blaze Men. After all, they have been persecuted so badly that they have deeply imprinted Steve's appearance in their hearts and even in their DNA. Whenever they meet someone, they will describe Steve's appearance in detail, and then cry miserably about Steve's evil deeds.

There was no way. Steve was a notorious loser, so in order to get the Wither Skull and the Blaze Rod, he himself couldn't count how many Wither and Blaze he had killed.

In addition, language can be distorted. By adding a little exaggeration here and a little exaggeration there, Steve inexplicably became the spokesperson for the devil in hell. What's worse is that the description of Steve's appearance was not distorted at all, which led to the pig spirit recognizing him immediately.

Then she screamed in a shrill voice and fell down the wall, tumbling and crawling. Before falling, she did not forget to point in that direction and said there was a devil.

This immediately alarmed the warriors in the city. Although everything was peaceful, each city still had a fairly complete set of warriors in order to hunt hog beasts. These warriors were almost rusting here, and suddenly when they heard that the fire was coming, they were extremely excited and ready to fight, not caring at all about the title of demon on the other side's head.

But out of caution, they decided to give it a try. So a sneak attack arrow was shot directly at them, and they saw that the demon dodged and started to run with the unfamiliar companion. The already excited group immediately became completely agitated and chased after it without hesitation.

404 The disappearing companions

"Do you think I'll be called a warrior in the village?" The pig spirit, who was wearing ordinary cloth armor and golden boots, teased excitedly.

"Look, I was so brave and handsome when I chased you just now." He raised his hands and drew a rather exaggerated circle with both hands, his face full of excitement. His thoughts had already imagined a future that could not be traced back and would never come back.

"Maybe if we catch the demon and take this guy on a traveling exhibition, we can earn enough money to buy a set of golden armor. By then, I think many beautiful pigling girls will be attracted to me!"

He paused here, then continued his boast. "If that demon reforms under our hands, we might consider letting him go."

"Zhu Zhu," a more mature voice said. The pig spirit, wearing a golden breastplate, coughed as he listened to the taunts. "Have you forgotten our traditions?"

Zhu Zhu, who had been so excited just a moment ago, suddenly lost his composure, his face full of hesitation. Finally, he closed his eyes in pain and said tremblingly, "I know, I know. 70-30 split. I'll take 70 and he'll take 30. Is that good enough?"

"Hmm?" The pig spirit who advised him frowned and glanced at him majestically.

This time, Zhu Zhu was completely defeated and fell to the ground as if he had given up resistance.

"I get it... 50-50, wu ...

Zhu Zhu mumbled for a long time, then suddenly lowered the volume. "I'll just lie on the ground and not get up!"

Zhu Xi nodded in satisfaction after hearing the man's words. "You have to understand that we Piglings thrive on fairness and justice. Just like those shabby fellows who made a deal with us once, they probably won't do it again."

When the transaction was mentioned, the other pig wearing a golden helmet, who was lying on the ground with his legs crossed and almost picking up a piece of grass, immediately climbed up helplessly, with the word "spirited" written all over his face.

"Hey, speaking of those dingy fellows, have you ever seen them? I've always heard they're generous and give out good and generous gifts. These crossbows we have were traded with those pig spirits from the big cities. If our small city can establish a connection with them, wouldn't we be able to prosper immediately?"

When Zhu Wuneng finished saying this, he felt a little strange again and couldn't help looking around.

"By the way, why haven't Zhu Dachang and Zhu Ba come back yet? They just went out to get some quartz over there, so what took them so long?"

In fact, the only one who wanted to go at that time was Zhu Dachang, but considering that the demon had an accomplice, they finally decided to go together.

As a result, almost half an hour passed and they still hadn't come back.

"Why don't we go and take a look?" Zhu Xi immediately and cautiously gripped the crossbow in his hand and gestured to them.

"Okay." Zhu Wuneng nodded very cautiously, and pulled up Zhu Zhu, who was still lying on the ground pretending to throw a tantrum, and the three of them groped their way to the location.

However, their companions were no longer there. Only a few pieces of quartz ore were found, proving that they had mined quartz here before.

"Was it the devil's doing?!" The two companions disappeared without a word. Coupled with the devil's reputation outside, Zhu Zhu immediately gave up his previous infinite imagination of a bright future. His legs were so weak that he trembled all the time.

"Should we search separately?" Zhu Xi walked around a little further outside, turned back with a serious expression, intending to discuss with the two of them, but when he looked up, he only saw Zhu Zhu, with weak legs, standing there in a daze.

"Zhu Wuneng!" He shouted in horror, trying to open his eyes wide. While searching for the figure of his companion, he strode up to Zhu Zhu, grabbed his collar and questioned him.

"What." Zhu Zhu, who had just recovered from his shock, had no idea that another of his friends had disappeared right in front of him. This situation was about to completely break his psychological defenses. He could only look at Zhu Xi trembling, repeating over and over again what to do?

Zhu Xi looked at this helpless man, gritted his teeth, and ordered him. "They were only two of them when they disappeared, which means that there's no point in us staying together. We'll only be in danger together. You wait here while I run to the castle. If they don't want me to report back, they'll definitely stop me. Then you can take the opportunity to escape. If they don't stop me, I'll go to the castle and seek help."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the surroundings again and ran towards the castle without saying a word.

He prayed sincerely in his heart that his fellows in the castle would notice something unusual. If not, he could only pray that his plan would succeed. However, he knew very well that the probability of success of this plan was too small. But how could he know without taking a gamble?

He was still thinking about this when suddenly his feet felt empty, his vision went dark, and then he knew nothing.

Zhu Zhu, who still held on to some hope, stared at Zhu Xi who was running farther and farther away, and then a little further away, he watched the other party disappear.

He completely collapsed, holding his head and kneeling on the ground, his body trembling, begging frantically for mercy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Master Demon, please be magnanimous and forgive our offense. Please, please, just treat us like farts!"

After he said that, he started to kowtow madly.

"If it really doesn't work, just catch me. I was the one who shot the arrow. I was the one who offended you. I was the one who had those inappropriate thoughts first. I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry. Please, please, please, please, let them go, okay?"

He kowtowed on the ground for a long time until his head was aching, but he didn't dare to stop. Tears blurred his eyes and the severe pain made him almost unconscious, but he kept muttering, "I'm sorry, please," over and over again.

He was really scared, scared to death. He has always been timid and afraid of strangers. It was for this reason that he instigated his companions to attack each other. He was the one who shot the arrow to prove his courage.

Now he could only hope that the other party would see that he had deliberately missed the target with that arrow, and would be kinder and let them all go. Really, he knew he was wrong. If he had known earlier, he would rather continue to be a coward in the fortress, a coward laughed at by everyone, than end up in this situation.

405 The story continues

Steve looked at the five pig spirits tied up neatly with ropes in front of him with satisfaction, and subconsciously picked up a bucket of water to pour over them to cool them down and wake them up.

When he got half of it, he found that there was no water in the bucket. Then he remembered that this bucket of water was wasted when he just went to hell. Even if it was not wasted, it probably would not be able to break out. He could only wait regretfully for them to wake up naturally.

As for the old way.

This old method was thought up by Steve himself, although it also partly borrowed from the doctor's ideas. The doctor still remembered the battle he participated in, when countless villagers hid underground, holding flints in their hands, and risking their lives to open a way out.

When he proposed this method, it really surprised many people, and after actually putting it into practice, they found that it did have a high enough probability, and this old method was indeed a bold and unexpected good method for those small groups of village warriors.

After all, the villagers' creativity in this world only stays at building, mining and farming, without any further expansion. It cannot be said that they are not smart, but it can only be said that they lack information in certain aspects.

After all, nothing comes out of nothing. All wisdom and technology are accumulated and built up on the basis of predecessors. It is like gathering sand to form a tower.

This method is quite simple. It is to dig a hole directly in the open space under the enemy's feet, use the method of sound positioning to determine the enemy's direction, accurately dig a hole in a slightly remote place, and pull the people in.

However, apart from Steve, no other villager could be so accurate and could accurately judge that the enemy was right above him. The accuracy of his judgment was exaggerated to an outrageous degree. With the slightest movement, he could judge the number of people, location, and creatures. This seemed to be Steve's innate ability.

But why? They never asked Steve why.

It has nothing to do with trust.

The main reason was that they were afraid that the other party would burst into tears and wipe their tears on their clothes, and complain to him about his glorious past. At first, the villagers were able to be patient and forced themselves to smile as they listened to the hero talk from the beginning of the world to the present.

However, the level of Steve's description was just as good as the level of his house construction...very embarrassing, and he kept repeating the same things over and over again, so the villagers had already learned how to flatter Steve with nice words until he was at a loss for words, and then they would skillfully find excuses and run away.

It was indeed a bit boring while waiting, so Steve simply opened the chat group to see what new things could be done today. As a result, as soon as he opened it, he saw incredible news. He was so surprised that he couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

【God of the Void】Ghost: @I’m sorry that my abnormality got out of control again today.

The ghost was apologizing for the terrible damage it had accidentally caused when it went to the other world.

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality got out of control again: It's just a trivial matter, and the compensation has been given, so that's enough.

Just as the supervisor finished leaving the message, there was a knock on the door.

He raised his head and said lightly, "Come in."

With a creaking sound, the office door was slowly pushed open, revealing an extremely familiar face that was almost on the verge of tears.

"Boss, my application to Lobotomy Corporation just won't be approved." Benno choked back tears, forcing himself to hold back his vision. After all, he still had to behave properly in front of his boss, not be too relaxed or casual. "I almost thought I was too stupid. I haven't made any progress in all this time. I've been standing still, practically stagnant, so you don't want me anymore, boss."

He couldn't help but sniff as he spoke. He looked both disheveled and childish. The supervisor sighed and said, "Wipe it off first."

He looked at the other person who had finally wiped the tears from his face, then looked at his still slightly red eyes, and thought of his usual loyal appearance. His heart, which had been hardened in the last reincarnation, gradually warmed up.

So he could only carefully explain to the other party, "You should also know that employees like you at Lobotomy are generally the product of countless failed attempts at memory cleansing."

That's right, the product of failure. The supervisor thought of the tip of the iceberg that the system had shown him. Countless level four employees who were once members of the Lobotomy Corporation were sleeping in the unknown depths of the company, and no one knew how long they would sleep there. Although he didn't quite understand why the Lobotomy Corporation hid those employees, and the system didn't give an explanation, this didn't prevent him from thinking of more things.

Benno, who was listening here, nodded, because the supervisor had mentioned some of his guesses to him before. Even if the facts the other party said were more shocking than what the supervisor had mentioned before, he would not be too surprised.

"So I separated you. You are now an independent, serious, new employee. That's why your assessments were suppressed so many times."

The supervisor didn't say one more thing, which was that he never wanted the people who worked for him to be just a tool or a symbol. Even if it was quite difficult to accomplish now, or even a fantasy, he still had to give it a try, or do something he could do.

He wants to bring hope to all the employees who are trapped in the eternal cycle of reincarnation at Lobotomy Corporation.

"correct."

The supervisor seemed to remember something and calmly pressed a button on the table. Then he supported his chin and looked up at the man standing upright.

"From today on, you will no longer be fighting alone. You will have a new...companion to work with you. You two can discuss anything together."

He had barely finished speaking when a girl rushed in through the door, greeting him energetically. "Supervisor, new employee D is reporting to you. So this is the colleague you told me about, correct?"

Yes, that's right. The supervisor used the 10,000 points compensated by the ghost to sign a new employee, and he was very optimistic about this new employee in his last reincarnation.

Not only did he recover his two memories, but he also determined who he was in the confusion. He was smart and determined, and knew when to advance and retreat. Even after knowing the truth, he investigated secretly without arrogance or impatience. He did not make any surprising moves until the end of the reincarnation, which met his requirements very well.

Compared to using force, he is not in a hurry. At worst, he can start a task in the chat group. If he can't win, he can ask others to beat him up. It's quite normal.

406 Piglin

"Are you awake?" When Zhu Zhu woke up from his daze, he saw Steve and Val squatting on both sides, one on each side, and they both leaned over to look at him.

But after saying this, Val probably felt that he was too embarrassed, so he couldn't help but turn his face away and waited quietly for Steve's personal performance.

After all, Steve had enthusiastically forced her to do that action just now. He couldn't resist the other party, so he could only cooperate with him.

"Ah?" Zhu Zhu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes but found that he was tied up tightly. He looked down to see the rope, and when he looked up again, he felt that this face was so familiar.

Wait, isn't this a demon?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, and it looked like he would never stop.

Val immediately covered his ears, and Steve's ears hurt because of the noise. He even took two steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Making a fool of oneself in front of the enemy is an unforgivable thing. Steve was so angry that he took out a piece of wood from his bag and stuffed it into the other person's mouth before the wood had returned to its original shape.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwu." Even though his mouth was blocked and his hands and feet were tied, Zhu Zhu was still not obedient. He struggled in fear and then fell to the ground with a plop, unable to move for a long time.

Steve was helpless, so he made a gesture to Val, and the two of them worked together to pull the guy up from the ground. However, as soon as they pulled him up, the guy fell to his knees again and refused to get up.

This time, Steve was at a loss and simply let go. As long as the other person didn't fall face down on the ground, he didn't care whether the other person was standing, sitting or kneeling.

"Can you understand me?" Steve asked him.

Zhu Zhu nodded his head quickly, fearing that if he was a little slower he would be dragged away by this demon and made into pork ribs.

"It's okay as long as you can understand what I'm saying." Steve wiped the sweat from his forehead imperceptibly and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was quite afraid that this guy whom he had carefully selected might make some trouble. After all, his performance was the worst among the five guys. You know, he could hear it clearly from below.

But he didn't expect the other party to be so clumsy. He even thought that he had scared the other party so much that he lost the ability to speak. He would not be able to complete the task, or make things more complicated, and lose face in front of Val. Although his face and integrity had been completely lost in front of Val, it was hard to say whether he could find even a little bit of it now.

But this kind of thing is just what you think it is, it exists. It is idealism, not materialism.

"I'm going to tell you something later, can you please stop making noise?" Steve asked again.