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I can't understand, I can't understand.

Doc, who had finally caught up with the crowd by jumping, tumbling and crawling all the way, couldn't help but keep repeating that he couldn't understand what was happening.

The scene before it completely contradicted what Tony Stark had taught it. Although Tony Stark had once told it that any way to understand something was simply a failure to explore the truth and facts behind it, as an artificial intelligence that had not yet established its three views correctly, it was too difficult for it to understand these things.

The mask on the ghost's face perfectly portrays a very vivid sleepy expression, and it might be more vivid if there was an opening for a mouth.

"Ghost, are you tired?" Steve considerately handed over a piece of pork chop, which was immediately grabbed by the ghost and put into his cloak. The crisp chewing sound immediately came from under the mask, which made Steve look at it curiously.

After eating the pork chop, the ghost immediately shook his head, as if he had woken up immediately. He stretched and looked up at the front.

The piglins' fortress was not as tall as the city built by the villagers. Its wide top and narrow bottom design provided a better view. Their arrival immediately made the entire fortress tense.

Some piglins even took out their treasured weapons and pointed their sharp tips at them viciously, only raising their swords and pointing them at the ceiling of hell after seeing their own kind.

In the past, Steve wouldn't have cared. His reputation in Hell wasn't great anyway, but now he inexplicably felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't done anything wrong, and he hadn't killed them, so why was he treated like this?

He wanted to roll up his sleeves and fight with them on the spot, but fortunately Val was quick enough to stop him again. Otherwise, if Steve, whose hands were always quicker than his brains, had gone up to argue, something bad would have happened.

The pig spirits gathered around them, looked at them, discussed for a while, and sent a representative to ask questions.

"Didn't you go out to kill... this demon? Why did it turn out like this?"

"This is a long story." Zhu Xi said helplessly. "Put down your weapons first. You are not enemies. I will explain this slowly."

After getting some answers from their companions, the piglins, as a united group, decisively put away their weapons. Some of them even looked at them with smiles, which made Steve feel a little awkward and uncomfortable all over.

"Aren't they... too united?" Steve couldn't help but whisper in Val's ear. This eerie unity didn't impress Steve, but rather frightened him. "A single word from a companion completely disarmed them. They didn't question it at all. If I'd known, I would have installed that transformation module. Even if I didn't know anything, I could probably feign amnesia and easily get in, right?"

"Just like how you infiltrated us back then?" Val joked.

As for what happened back then, he still remembers it clearly.

"Wait a minute, I mean, you didn't find me right after I got in, did you?" Steve looked at him with a look of horror, as if he had just realized something. "If you had found me right from the start, wouldn't you have been playing tricks on me from then on? Hey, brother, you can't do this. Villagers should have a conscience."

"How is that possible?" Val shook his head in amusement. He hadn't discovered Steve's true identity at first. After all, all they knew about Steve was his fighting ability and appearance. The villagers were spread across a vast area, so how could they possibly have made that connection? At most, he felt a little apprehensive.

If Steve's disguise hadn't been getting worse and worse, coupled with his lack of architectural talent, he might not have been able to detect him. However, he was truly certain it was Steve during the war. After confirming it, he went straight to him and told him without any delay or hesitation. "After I confirmed it, I told you right away. After all, it's not a big deal."

"It doesn't count!" Steve unconsciously raised his voice a little. Luckily, the piglins were all over there, discussing their own affairs, and no one noticed the commotion. "Why doesn't it count? It made me so worried..."

Steve suddenly remembered the other party's indifference to his identity, and immediately deflated. "...You're right, it really isn't a big deal."

After all, after awakening, he had not harmed any villager and had even put in so much effort.

However, anyone with the ability to think can easily be led astray, just like the piglins. They clearly only know about Steve from a name they heard from somewhere, but they are still full of malice.

Steve wanted to say something, but the next moment, his face changed, and he covered his buttocks with his hands. The expression on his face was wonderful. First it turned red, then turned pale, his eyes rolled up, and his mouth was tightly clenched. He looked as deformed as possible.

"My, butt~" An extremely resentful voice came from Steve's mouth. He gritted his teeth and delusionally thought that the culprit for this consequence was the pure black, round artificial intelligence.

"What are you doing?" Steve picked the guy up fiercely. "If you can't explain it clearly, we'll have stir-fried artificial intelligence tonight."

Doc showed no remorse or intention to explain. Two short hands, as close to ghosts as possible, appeared on his originally smooth skin and pointed somewhere.

Steve looked over subconsciously, not knowing what was going on, but there was nothing there. Steve turned around angrily, cracking his fingers and preparing to settle the score with this guy.

Not only did she hit his butt so hard, she also teased him, thinking he had a good temper?!

The anger just rising here suddenly extinguished as if he thought of something. He hurriedly threw the artificial intelligence to the ground and turned around to look at the blank space.

No, nothing.

He scanned around, but still found nothing.

It’s over.

Steve's face was extremely pale, as if it had been covered with flour.

Where did the ghost go?

Yes, he just realized that the ghost was gone and he didn't know where it had gone.

He was not worried about the safety of ghosts, but he was very worried about the safety of this world, especially when he discovered the shadow of the void deep underground in the main world, he became even more panicked.

416 The Arrival of Cell Man

The ghost doesn't have the time to listen to nagging, nor is it interested in what they are talking about. If it liked to listen to those things, it would not choose to come here.

Honeydew and the others have been nagging a lot. Ghost just wants to have a good rest, take a good hot spring bath, or have a good fight. It's a pity that he hasn't achieved this goal for a long time. It's been a long time since he has had an opponent who allows him to fight with this body to his heart's content. Maybe the cell man can, but the other party looks very busy, as busy as Honeydew.

Just as I finished thinking about it, I saw a purple magic circle light up next to me. Then a guy dressed in gay purple walked out of the magic circle and patted the dust off his shawl.

His expression was calm and composed, even solemn.

"Where's Steve? Did I set the transmission coordinates wrong? I remember Ghost, aren't you also going to look for Steve?"

The person who came was the cell person.

Normal teleportation will directly teleport you to the side of the target native of the plane, but teleportation outside of tasks can be customized by yourself, and you can even lock other characters for teleportation, as long as you obtain the consent of the natives of the plane in the chat group.

[They are chatting, very boring]

The cell man nodded thoughtfully, and the next moment his tense face immediately relaxed.

"Ghost, let's go play. I really can't stand it over there anymore. I ran out to play for a while. To be honest, I think it's better to crawl around in the sewers and chat with them. At least it's more fun that way."

The ghost subconsciously thought of the sewer where they were, and thought of himself and Wu En crawling around in it. He shook his head frantically, trying to dispel his terrible imagination.

The cell man really couldn't bear it anymore. After the epidemic in his body was almost cleared, he became a scarecrow. Wang Shou's obsession with him was too deep, and his illness was too serious. He couldn't recover in a short time.

It was even difficult for him to force the other party away from the throne. The guy was guarding the empty throne that no longer existed. No one could make him move away, unless he died.

As a result, after the Scarecrow, also known as the botanist, recovered, he beat up the collector without saying a word. He was so cruel that even the cell people were shaking for some reason.

揍对方的原因很简单，因为稻草人坚定的认为一定是收藏家盎惑了他，作为国王的挚友，不除掉这个罪魁祸首他心难安，他甚至坚定的认为，如果不是收藏夹这个国家不会变成这个样子，他们依旧会像以前那样谈论着那些所热爱的事物。

Only the cell man knows that there is no going back, no matter what. Even if he is willing to be a diligent and good king now, some things cannot be returned.

At first, I tried to persuade them, but then I got fed up and just handed over all the miscellaneous arrangements to these two guys. I wanted them to understand how busy I was and why they still had the mood to fight. Isn't this just a waste of my time?

They stopped fighting after work, but they were still noisy. The cell man couldn't stand their noise anymore and decided to come over and relax. In fact, the main reason was that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. Being tense all the time was not what he wanted.

Before the two people here finished discussing, the chat group exploded.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: @Ghost, why did you run away on your own? Where are you? Do you need me to find you?

Steve asked anxiously, fearing that if he asked a little too late, this hell would be demolished by the ghosts. As for the cell people, don't worry about them, they can't demolish hell anyway.

Of course he knew that the cell man was coming. After all, there was such a big hint there, and he was the one who agreed to the other party coming. Otherwise, the other party would never have been able to cross the world.

[Weapon Master] A great cell: You guys chat about your things, we play ours, and we just don’t interfere with each other. If you need anything, call us, and if not, please don’t disturb us.

【God of the Void】Ghost: Because I am bored, I don’t know where it is, I don’t need it

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ??? Not a Cell Person, how come you're with the ghost? Shouldn't you be teleported to me by default?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: The system has been updated, you don't blame me for not looking? I don't have the ability to heal diseases.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: The system has been updated 5000 million times, and the same type of updates and cancellations have exceeded times. Who the hell has the time to look at that thing!

【Weapon Master】A great cell: Hehe

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Damn, what do you mean!

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ??? Where are you? Where are you? Come out @ a great cell! Holy shit, you're running away now?

Steve closed the chat group in frustration. Just as he was about to go find the cell man to have a good argument with him, he looked up and saw that all the pig spirits had finished their discussion and gathered around him. He could only smile awkwardly and prepare to deal with those guys.

It seems that I can't leave for a while.

The cell people and ghosts over there are chatting happily.

[So it’s okay then?]

The ghost asked the cell man in confusion.

"I don't know, but why do you care? Just focus on making yourself happy." The cell man answered indifferently, and looked at the large lava lake with interest.

Then I thought of a huge guy...

The expression on his face suddenly turned cold, and then he began to think of something else urgently, forcing himself to forget about that guy.

The ghost looked around, feeling only curiosity.

There was no magma in Hallownest, and the magma it had seen in other worlds was not as fluid as this one, but more of a viscous substance. It was also not as warm as the one here, nor was it as comfortable to soak in, but seemed to be melting.

The ghost saw some creatures standing on the lava with two feet in front of him, walking slowly on the lava.

This immediately attracted the cell man's interest. He was very curious about this creature that he had never seen before. After all, he liked hunting very much. Those things would be good whether he killed and skinned them as trophies or took their meat to eat.

As he thought this, he had already picked up a bow in his hand, a very gorgeous bow carved with golden patterns, and drew the bow to full charge.

Three arrows flew out with a whoosh, nailing the three creatures that the cell people had never seen before to the wall. The other creatures of that tribe immediately ran away.

He rubbed his wrist with satisfaction and was about to go and collect his spoils when he found that the three creatures suddenly turned into white mist and seemed to have dissipated. Then something he couldn't see clearly fell down, and there was nothing left.

417 Withered Skeleton, Where's Your Backbone?

"What kind of creatures are they?!"

"do not know."

"Never seen that before!"

"It's amazing, they don't look like blocks, look how clear they are and how distinct they move, it's strange."

"It doesn't look like a creature from Hell. Creatures from Hell don't have this color!"

"Hey, I have to object to this. Isn't that little white and black guy the color of hell?"

"Wait, where the hell is the white color coming from?! How about we two go burn them! That way it will be clear!"

"But I feel kind towards it! And you, damn pyromaniac, shut up."

"??? Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you? It was so dangerous, didn't you see how they slaughtered those poor Striders?! How can you see kindness?! Don't you always think you are smart, Black Coal? How can you have such a stupid idea?! Your brain must have been damaged by the water!"

In a cave in the mountain not far away, there was a Blaze Man and a Wither Skeleton chattering incessantly.

One has a hot temper and speaks harshly, while the other seems relatively gentle, but there is something sinister in his expression.

"You've seen their strength, so how can you be so confident as to burn them down with fire, you foolish pyromaniac!"

The two monsters were about to get really angry when an inappropriate voice full of joy interrupted them at the right time.

"Can I excuse me for a moment?"

Although he said sorry for disturbing them, the clear sound of footsteps proved that the guy had forced his way in without caring about their wishes.

This time, the Blaze and Wither Skeleton, who were originally arguing, became completely furious. They faced the outside world together, one gathered flames in his hand, and the other picked up a weapon and looked towards the cave entrance.

They want to see which damn guy dares to be so bold. Isn’t he afraid of being beaten up by them?

"Who dares to provoke me? I will burn you to ashes!" The Flame Man roared and slowly turned his head, and after seeing who was coming, he instantly became silent like a good baby.

"The shadow of death is about to fall, wait for your demise, you damned intruder..." As the Wither Skeleton roared with full force, he heard the Blaze Man beside him slowly fall silent, and subconsciously followed suit. He wondered what was wrong with this guy, and fell completely silent when he saw the newcomer.

"Very good, very powerful lines. So are you ready to be burned and withered?" The cell man squatted on the stone with a smile, supporting his head with one hand, while the other hand was slowly playing with the sharp double swords. Just looking at it made people inexplicably frightened.

The ghost followed the cell man curiously, slightly poking its head out, as if it was peeping cautiously out of shyness. In fact, it was just because it was a little slow, so it had to follow behind the man.

"Don't be so nervous." The Cell Man skillfully swung his sharp blades upwards, the sharp blades slicing through the air in a graceful motion. "It's just a little joke."

The Blaze Man and the Wither Skeleton immediately breathed a sigh of relief, smirked, and prepared to explain what they had just said, to apologize for their offense and rudeness. Just kidding, they saw with their own eyes that this guy slaughtered a group of barefoot beasts in a flowing manner, which took no more than a minute at most. There was no waste in his movements, and he did not even look at the dead creatures again, without any mercy or sympathy. He did not slaughter for food, but simply did it because he wanted to.

The Cell Man suddenly straightened up, stood up, holding two bleeding knives in each hand, and took two steps forward. "I can't make you burn and wither now. I can only let you be cut painlessly."

He spoke as he slowly approached.

The Flame Man took a few steps back in fear, but perhaps there was no way to retreat. The flames on his body suddenly increased, and his eyes became fierce, ready to fight to the death.

But the withered skeleton suddenly knelt down in the direction of the ghost and slammed its head heavily on the ground.

His intuition told him that this was the only way to have a chance of survival.

This man couldn't tell who the Wither Skeleton was kneeling to. His original impulsive enthusiasm was extinguished by the Wither Skeleton's action. He couldn't understand why and was ready to pull the man away, ready to scold the man in frustration.

The thing opposite them that is not even a monster will definitely not let them go. What's the point of begging for mercy?

The little man they had just observed appeared from behind the thing, pulled it lightly, then shook his head and raised his hands with an effort to make a cross gesture.

"Wait, you're not going to stop me with some ridiculous excuse like he surrendered to you!" The Cell Man pointed angrily at the guy still kneeling on the ground. "Such a cowardly piece of shit! Even my guards are far better than this loser. Why are you protecting him? What an incompetent waste of food?"

But the ghost's gaze was so firm that the cell man could only tut a sound in dissatisfaction.