Chapter 32: What About the Pension?

Factory District, 15 Worker Street, this is a warehouse; outside the warehouse, several players have already gathered, along with the squad members of Feng Bu'er.

The Gold Foil used for tracking drifted away with the wind, quickly heading in the same direction; the team, which had been like headless flies, suddenly found their direction.

"It's right inside." The sky was already growing dark, and Feng stopped those who wanted to go over and investigate, "If we go over now, we might end up with casualties."

No one wanted to face an explosion like that again.

Except for Feng, no one could control that Golden Pocket Watch.

A player volunteered to walk over, pointing at himself.

Feng shook his head, "That's not a game; the witch is cunning, you are very likely to die."

The player pointed at the person beside him again, then gave himself a thumbs up.

"You mean, the pension can be given to him?" Feng widened his eyes in surprise.

This player nodded; what did it matter if one died in the game? One could resurrect eventually anyway. It was just opening a door for an NPC; if there was a pension, wouldn't it be better to split it for himself?

These people from the Golden Church are just too rich.

Just for leading the way, there was 100 Tana; if one could die once, the pension might even reach ten thousand!

The Wealth Church also buys many people to work for them every year, but this was the first time Feng had seen people who didn't cherish their own lives so much.

However, thinking of the severity of the problem, Feng nodded; since the other party was willing to go to their death, the Golden Church wouldn't be short of this little bit of money.

That player went to open the door happily, not thinking about any danger at all, even feeling that if they were done for like this, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

But things went contrary to expectations; after opening the door, there was no movement at all in the warehouse.

That made sense; the last time Chen Ai sent out a message was already an hour ago.

That witch had originally intended to escape the blockade area; this place was no longer within the blockade range of Bar Street, so she could completely run away.

"There are no traps inside, the Lost Tracking Powder is reacting!" Bulu, who was to the side, shouted.

The crowd immediately took action; several squads surrounded the entire warehouse, while some followed the Lost Tracking Powder inside.

There were still quite a lot of things inside the warehouse, covered in dust, with many ceramic products produced in the Factory District laid out on the ground. Because the commotion was large, Feng Bu'er couldn't be bothered to investigate quietly and shouted directly: "We have already tracked your trail; don't think you can escape by hiding. It's not just us; people from the War Church and the Wisdom Church are also nearby. You can't run!"

"Hehe, everyone is really here, then I can rest easy." Agnes, her beautiful hair dancing, stood on the rafters and said quietly, "Do you think I only know those little tricks? I really don't like being underestimated by you men."

The crowd braced themselves, staring at the woman before them.

Agnes's beautiful hair gradually fell off, revealing an ugly face; covered in burns, Agnes let out a painful shriek, and a gust of fragrant wind struck, causing the crowd to fall into a state of confusion.

The ground made a rumbling sound, and a Gallows peeled off from the wooden pillar under the rafters, the rope attached to a female—it was the bound Chen Ai.

Damn it, going to die again, Chen Ai thought with some annoyance.

She had just logged off to ask Chen Zhi if she could log in early.

But she was rejected by Chen Zhi.

The reason was that she was too addicted to the game, which was bad for her health.

A player's game playtime is 10 hours; Chen Ai had been playing on and off for a whole day, from logging in at night until now, almost the entire day was spent on the game.

Chen Zhi even thought about whether he should limit the number of times players could log off and on, but thinking about it carefully, once they reached 10 hours, the next time they could log in would be 13 hours later; as long as they weren't stupid players, they would all finish their time in one go.

After all, everyone has their own life, and it's impossible to spend the whole day on and off in the game; one has to eat, sleep, and go to the bathroom.

Someone like Chen Ai was simply too unreasonable.

The unreasonable Chen Ai frowned; she only hoped that if she were to die, she would die quickly, and not let herself be dragged out like this.

So she directly chose to log off.

On the other side of the Gallows was a man with a dull gaze; this man had put his own head into the noose.

This was a sacrificial Ritual!

The Gold Ties, familiar with the witch's style, scattered quickly, and then a massive piece of Gold Foil was pulled out from a Gold Tie's hand and covered the ground.

The glowing Formation seemed to dim, and the traces drawn on the ground with blood gave off a fishy, foul smell.

With a thud, the Gallows was pulled up, and a man and a woman were hoisted up; the man was clearly struggling, while the woman had already lost her breath.

Is she dead?

Damn it.

"This is the Wealth Church? You have nothing but money; no kingdom would ever make a church like yours their state religion. You can only occupy these border towns. Do you really think you have the ability to deal with the Red Moon Goddess?" Agnes said with a smile, "How is the taste of this blood? I will make this place burn, and let you witness a new miracle; soon, the Red Moon will descend upon Tana City..."

As Agnes spoke, blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

Although the massive Gold Foil could suppress the Formation on the ground, it could not suppress the Formation carved into Agnes's body.

She herself was one of the sacrifices used when the deity descended.

"Cut that Gallows down!" Feng shouted loudly, and a golden axe flew out from somewhere, smashing heavily onto the Gallows.

The Gallows bled, spraying onto the Gold Foil covering the ground.

Once, twice, three times, the axe chopped down heavily, blood splashing, but it could only leave a tiny bit of blood on the Gallows.

"Damn woman," Feng shouted with a dark face, "Crossbows, shoot this woman down!"

With a crack, the sound of a Mirror shattering appeared, and a lot of blood also flowed from that mirror; it was clear that Agnes was not standing on the rafters.

There were many sundries in this warehouse, and naturally, there were mirrors.

As long as there were mirror fragments, Agnes could escape; this was not a difficult thing.

"Everyone retreat, set it on fire!"

Just as Feng said these words, Agnes's laughter came from the shattered mirror fragments overhead.

"I said I would make this place burn; so you were already so impatient."

Starting from the Gold Foil, the fire began to spread along the blood of the Gallows.

The sundries inside the warehouse immediately began to burn, and the black smoke made it impossible to see the situation here.

The player Shurima Big Deer, who had stepped into the warehouse, regretted it immensely; he had just wanted to run away, but the door was already completely sealed, and even outside the windows was a pitch-black starry night; in other words, after entering this warehouse, he was already sealed inside.

He was truly done for, and the key was that being done for was one thing, but those NPCs were all going to be done for with him.

In that case, who should one go to to claim the bereavement pension?

(End of this chapter)