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It's no wonder that he cares about this issue. You know, aging has just begun to appear here, but there is still no visible change in appearance. Only when some villagers who have lived longer than him gradually find that their physical strength is declining, they realize that aging has already occurred in them, and he is probably not far from the critical value of physical decline. This is also one of the decisive factors that prompted him to decide to come out with Steve.

Because if I don't seize this opportunity, I may never have the chance to go on an adventure with Slifford again.

In order to ensure safety, their current city defense guards have almost been replaced by a new batch. Those veterans who have fought in countless battlefields have retired, but none of the retired villagers are willing to accept their fate. They keep shouting that their physical strength has not declined, they have not aged yet, and that they can still defend their homes.

However, the villager who discovered that he was aging only discovered the changes in his body after he had aged to a certain extent and his physical strength had disappeared by half. It would be extremely dangerous if he replaced his body after the soldiers had completely discovered his changes.

"Really?" The piglin was surprised for a moment, then immediately thought of something else. "Don't you age? You really are an enviable race! You're demons, after all."

"We piglins will age when we reach a certain age, and after we age, we will..." He wanted to say something else, but his accomplice next to him covered his mouth accurately and swiftly, dragged her away, and smiled foolishly at Steve.

Steve just stared at the whole performance in amazement, so peaceful and calm that he couldn't utter a word.

Although there is no such thing as day and night here, they still need to rest. When they are tired, they will stand up straight, lean on anything straight, and rest there until they are fully rested.

So probably to prevent them from slipping up again, the piglins quickly gathered around them and took them to a room before Steve asked the next question, and then dispersed all at once.

The speed was so fast that Steve couldn't even say a word. His husband could only watch them retreat in amazement, and then pushed open the door helplessly.

After entering the room, Steve was about to discuss something with Val when he saw Val knocking lightly on the wall next to him, so he immediately fell silent.

Seeing that Steve finally wised up for a moment, Val nodded with satisfaction and began to chat with him about trivial matters while showing his sign.

"Honestly, I didn't expect that I would be treated so warmly here."

[Did you discover something? I see you have something to say.]

"That's not surprising, I think it's an honor you deserve."

[You said the most common creatures in Hell were zombie pigmen, but they've all disappeared.]

"Oh my, don't praise me, don't praise me for being modest, right, son."

[Yes, and I have never seen this race in Hell before]

Val looked at the man who looked as indifferent as a dead pig and couldn't help shaking his hands holding the wooden sign.

"Yeah, I don't know how you fell in love with my mother back then. The number of people chasing you could stretch from here to the sky. Wasn't that sow alluring? Wasn't that cow adorable? She even swore to give you milk every day. You're good in every way, but you're prone to making promises to any girl. In the end, you only married my mother, leaving them heartbroken for nothing."

[They must have concealed a lot of things before, which might be inconvenient for us to investigate. I think you can ask your friends to investigate.]

"Son, don't talk about those old stories from your youth! They are all in the past."

[That's fine, but I think we should try to adopt a more peaceful approach. After all, they are indeed very enthusiastic, just hiding something, which is normal.]

[Everyone has a secret they want to hide]

Steve held the sign calmly, without a trace of shame showing on him.

Steve took the lead in attacking Val. Val felt frustrated and fought back. All the counterattacks were bounced off by Steve's face. Steve took advantage of the situation again and Val was out!

421 Unaware Changes

[Fight]

The ghost watched them sway and hold up the sign.

The Blaze pointed at himself and then at the Wither Skull. "Now?"

The ghost nodded again.

With the ghost's approval, the Blaze walked towards the open space in front with a helpless look on his face, then winked at the Wither Skeleton, and then threw a few crooked fireballs casually and loosely at the beginning.

His friend must have understood what he meant and wanted to have a good fight. Please, he didn't want to be forced into a fight.

Until the sharp sword stabbed at him fiercely. If it weren't for the Flame Man's empty flaming body, which allowed the sharp sword stained with withering to pass through the flames on his body, he might have been lying on the ground, half-dead.

But this was only the first attack, and more and more arrows were flying straight towards him.

Either stabbing, picking, or sweeping.

Faced with such a dense and rapid attack, the Blaze Man, while embarrassed, couldn't help but ask aloud the doubts he had suppressed in his heart. "Black Coal, are you serious?"

He tried to catch Master Jia's eye one last time, trying to persuade him to stop.

But it was useless. The long sword swept across the flaming body again, and this time the Blaze Man felt a clear sense of pain.

Anger immediately surrounded the opponent, and those strange winks and expressions disappeared immediately. The opponent roared and gathered the scorching flames, bombarding out intensively and non-stop.

But the crazy flames that were like a perpetual motion machine were easily split in half by the withered skeleton's raised hands. The scorching flames were split in half the moment they were about to hit the withered skeleton. The withered skeleton bathed in the violent flames that were split in half, and then threw the sword in his hand fiercely.

But the Flame Man had already stretched into the sky swiftly, at an extremely fast speed.

"Black Coal, you really fight!" The Flame Man floated high in the air, looking down at the other party and said with gritted teeth.

But the Withered Skeleton remained unmoved by the other party's words. He just took out a crossbow and slowly drew the bowstring.

The Flame Man's already restless expression became even more volatile. The flames on his body danced wildly, revealing the restlessness in his heart.

This made their duels difficult to determine. The Blaze Man's flames simply couldn't reach his opponent, and even if they did, the opponent wouldn't be harmed. They were all creatures of Hell, after all, how many would take damage from fire? That would be too embarrassing.

The Withered Skeleton's sword couldn't touch him either. The opponent couldn't float at all and couldn't touch him at all.

So the battles between them will always end in a stalemate.

But everything changed since the zombie piglins started trading bows and crossbows. Both of them have the means to kill each other, but they just don't use them normally. After all, no matter how they quarrel, they are still good brothers. How could they possibly use such real weapons?

That's why the Flame People looked at the Wither Skeletons with winks. After all, it would be difficult for them to kill the other party without using their real weapons, but if they used their real weapons, they might really die.

Faced with the threat of death, the Flame Man, who had an already bad temper, completely gave up the bottom line in his heart. He also took out a crossbow, and after floating to avoid the opponent's attack, he pulled the bow and stringed it.

The withered skeleton casually raised his sword to chop the reflected arrow, then drew his bow again.

In this way, the two men shot at each other frantically, back and forth, and neither side was at a disadvantage at all.

But as long as it is a competition, there will be a winner. After all, the monsters' physical strength is limited, and they will eventually make mistakes in dodging.

So when the arrow shot straight towards the Flame Man and he was no longer able to dodge, the crazy and violent impulse in his bones made him pull the trigger for the last time.

The arrow also hit the blind spot at an angle and passed through the sword wielded by the withered skeleton, and was about to penetrate deeply into the opponent's head.

At this moment, both of them closed their eyes at the same time, prepared to take a heavy blow.

But unexpectedly, the imagined severe pain did not come. When they opened their eyes, they only saw two black substances blocking the two arrows and then quickly swallowing them up without leaving any residue.

The Blaze Man breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground panting after falling from the sky. The Wither Skeleton did the same. He held the sword in his hand, stuck it into the ground, leaned on the sword, and slowly rested.

"A crude and boring performance." The cell man next to them squinted his eyes and clapped, looking bored.

He stretched slowly and yawned. "There's no rules, no training at all. Even with this crude fighting style, they're not necessarily as formidable as those guys on my side who have already lost their minds."

The Flame Man had just been immersed in the exhilaration of a fight when he was doused from head to toe with a bucket of cold water by the Cell Man. However, when he thought of the other party's performance, he dared not speak out and swallowed back the words he wanted to say. He could only lower his head and sulk silently.

The Withered Skeleton looked at the ghost with longing eyes. In his opinion, the criticism of the cell people was irrelevant. What was important was how the ghosts viewed them?

This is crucial.

[Needs to be strengthened]

Perhaps the ghost saw the desire in the withered skeleton's heart, and it silently changed its words to be smoother and gentler.

But I feel that these guys may need a lot of training before they can catch up with the most ordinary warrior in Holy Nest.

They cannot seize opportunities, do not know how to conserve physical strength, and are methodical in battle, not taking advantage of terrain. Ghost has never seen such terrible fighting habits in anyone in the chat group. Even the companions who have just joined the chat group are a little stronger than them. They are really too weak.

The Withered Skull felt a little disappointed when it heard such an evaluation, but when it thought of the ghost's extraordinary strength, it didn't seem strange anymore.

The changes in the Wither Skeleton's expression were all noticed by the Blaze Man. The Blaze Man looked at the Wither Skeleton with some discomfort. He always felt that this former partner seemed to have been infected with some virus. The Wither Skeleton's behavior just now seemed as if it was really trying to kill him. If it weren't for the fact that a bow and crossbow couldn't kill the Wither Skeleton, the Blaze Man would probably think that the Wither Skeleton really wanted to kill him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, Black Coal? I feel like you seem a little abnormal since a while ago." The Flame Man came closer and asked him.

After all, surrendering and killing each other were really not in line with Wither Skeleton's usual behavior. He always felt that there was something indescribable strange about his companions since the other party came. He thought it was an illusion at first, but it was probably not.

422 As expected of a ghost

"Problem?" Faced with his companion's question, the Withered Skeleton was visibly stunned for a moment, and then a frenzy appeared on his face. "No problem, I feel fine, very good, better than ever before."

This rather crazy gesture frightened the Flame Man so much that he couldn't help but take a few steps back and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"What's wrong with you, Black Coal?" The Flame Man couldn't help but curse again. He hoped to attract the other party's attention in this way.

You know, in the past, the Withered Skeleton hated to hear the description of black coal, but just now the other party was indifferent, which made him shudder violently.

For a moment, I felt that even hell was a little chilly.

"Who are you calling black coal? An arsonist." After a moment's pause, the Withered Skeleton finally reacted. The other party was secretly cursing him, and he cursed back without hesitation.

Hearing the familiar curse and reaction, the Blaze Man finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

It seems that he is still a familiar friend, that's good.

But this smile gave the Withered Skeleton goosebumps all over his body, and he even took two steps back in fear.

The other party had never been so gentle when being scolded, and he felt that it was wrong no matter how he looked at it.

"Pyromaniac, are you okay?" The Wither Skeleton walked over and shook the other person twice.

The Blaze still had a smile on his face, trying hard to suppress his overflowing anger.

Forget it, just be patient, just be patient, the sky will be wide open, Withered Skeleton is not feeling well right now, and it is his responsibility to tolerate the patient.

"It's over, the arsonist has completely lost his mind. I know you're not very smart, but I didn't expect you to be this stupid." The Withered Skeleton looked at the Blaze Man with mixed feelings, full of emotion. "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you're stupid. I will take good care of you."

"TM!" The Flame Man's temper, which was already almost uncontrollable, exploded completely in an instant, and the two monsters started cursing at each other again.

The cell man who watched the whole process from afar couldn't help but feel a little chilly.

He raised his hands and hugged his arms and rubbed them, his expression becoming a little uneasy.

The ghost's ability was too hard to guard against. When the Cell Man thought of the Withered Skeleton's performance, his expression became even darker.

Although she wasn't quite sure what the Wither Skeleton looked like before, the Blaze Man's performance was enough to prove that the other party seemed to have become another person. The Wither Skeleton was still unaware of it and simply thought that all this was a choice from his heart.

He had no idea that he had been brainwashed and manipulated into a servant of God.

And this situation is created unconsciously by the ghost, which means that the ghost really attracts the other party, and then the other party falls deeper and deeper in the process of being attracted, and there is no chance of getting out.

Normally, this is neither good nor bad, but for the cell people, this is the cruelest means of manipulation. It may not be obvious now, but perhaps after a while, as long as the ghost gives an order, the other party may mercilessly turn the butcher knife against his own brothers, with eyes so cold that there is not a trace of warmth.

Maybe he won't even feel conflicted. He will just feel that he is doing the right thing and it is an honor, his own honor and the other party's honor.

Is this God?

The cell man thought of those guys who cursed him at every turn... No, even the gods could not control his thoughts and body, and those so-called gods would eventually die on this island, at his hands.

The ghost, the instigator, yawned unconsciously, shook his head, and then urged the flames and wither skeletons to grill him quickly.

After a fight, one naturally needs to eat something good to replenish one's strength. Even if one does not fight, just watching and thinking is a very exhausting task.

The ghost immediately found an excuse for his greed.

Although the ghost's diet is usually very broad, so broad that it includes almost everything, whether it is on the periodic table or not, whether it is organic or inorganic, it can eat it, and it can even eat individuals containing special energy.

Even its diet includes the two guys it just subdued, but this does not mean that the ghost thinks everything is delicious. In its opinion, the sweet roasted food that other normal creatures can eat is more delicious.

However, in his mind, the real first-tier delicacies are still those creatures with enormous energy, such as the guy named um, what's his name? Yes, Dormammu.

And there is the space gem. It was because it ate these two things at the same time that it created its own void world over there, which was empty and void.

Without the assistance of the Space Gem, the ghost might not have such a stable world after swallowing the darkness. That space might be more disordered and chaotic, making it difficult to find the white pieces.

The pork that Steve gave was gradually roasted to be sweet, and it crackled in the mouth and the juice splashed. The ghost ate it all up, and even the fragrant ones were locked in the void and swallowed.

The Blaze and Wither Skeleton looked at the ghost while swallowing their saliva, and saw that the ghost was a little confused.

Before getting the ghost's approval, they still didn't dare to do anything too extreme. After all, they had seen those superiors before, each with more rules than the other, so many that they were powerless to complain. They were not sure whether ghosts were the same.

They stared at each other for a long time before the ghost suddenly realized what was going on, touched his hands together, and raised the sign.

[Eat if you want]

The ghost also took two pieces of barbecue and jogged to the cell man and handed them to him.

The cell man didn't act pretentiously and accepted it generously. Perhaps it was the influence of the pampered days, his eating posture now no longer had the heroic posture when he first resisted the revolution, but was instead very elegant.

They hadn't started eating for long when they received the news from Steve.

There wasn't much news, the main thing was that they were hoped to investigate the Piglins and Pigmen. Steve also described in detail what creatures existed on this continent in the past, but for some reason there was a huge gap now.

After reading the message, the cell man closed it expressionlessly, pretending he didn't see it. After all, he had no points, and he didn't need Steve's favor. He just came here to travel and relax, so he didn't want to care about all this mess.