Unlike the reincarnationists who were still worried that Jia Yazi would come out from somewhere to chase him, in the main god space, looking at the spiritual reserves that were originally almost zero but now rising, Gu Bai gradually showed a satisfied smile on his face.

However, this smile did not last long and was interrupted because Gu Bai suddenly discovered something that seemed very serious.

"Master God, what about the souls of the dead Reincarnation team of the gods?"

As if he felt Gu Bai's strong doubts, the cold voice of the main god's mechanical immediately rang in Gu Bai's ears, "Ding~ Influenced by the rules of the world, since the reincarnation died of resentment, his soul will be swallowed by the resentment and cannot be recycled and captured!"

"What! As long as the main god of the Reincarnation who was killed by the curse, he could not recover his soul!" Gu Bai was obviously startled by the explanation of the main god.

What an international joke? If you really do this, wouldn’t you lose all your money by investing the Gods’ team in such a difficult plot world? After all, Gu Bai’s original intention was to let the Gods’ team die in the mission world, gain enough souls, and let the main gods devour the world of Ip Man before.

But now that this happens, there is no doubt that Gu Bai's wishful thinking that was thumping is probably going to fail.

"Since that's the case, my plan should be modified."

As he stroked the velvet that had just grown on his chin, Gu Bai seemed to be thinking.

...

Inside the taxi, Preston looked at the three taxis in front and showed a secret smile on his face.

The taxi were very fast, and before I knew it, four taxis had arrived outside the gate of the Hilton Hotel.

I have to say that Xiao Ji Yima's command had no problem at all, so Preston first made a fake shield for everyone through the local gangs. Otherwise, even if they had enough money, they would probably not be able to stay in the hotel smoothly.

Fortunately, it is the off-season for travel, and there seems to be not many tourists in the entire hotel. The huge hotel is empty and there seems to be little popularity.

Originally, according to Xiao Ji Yima's idea, everyone lived together to open a presidential suite, so that if something happened, it would be very supportive, but the cold-faced killer Jack Valentien questioned, "I don't want to live with others. If possible, please open a single room for me. It's better to have a computer with your own!"

Abel looked at Valentien with some surprise, "Why do you have to open a room alone? Everyone can take care of each other!"

Valentian still looked like a dead fish-eye, and said with a slight word without raising his head, "I don't want to live with the thrift, I have also watched this horror movie about resentment. This kind of curse cannot be resisted by many people. Instead of being implicated when you are killed by resentment, it is better to live alone and run away."

Abel sighed and didn't say anything anymore. Obviously, he also remembered the powerlessness he had developed when facing the curse. At that moment, he had always thought that his faith was firm, and even forgot to rescue other newcomers because of his terrifying fear. His strong desire to win made him subconsciously jump from the window with the Black Stone beside him.

"He doesn't want to live in the same room with us. So what about you?" Xiaoji Yima picked up an intriguing smile and looked at the other newcomers.

The newcomers looked around and seemed to be hesitant.

James Moorta, an appraiser from Sotheby's, was the first to stand up. "I think it's better to be able to live in a group of people instead of everyone crowding in a large suite, so that they can take care of each other without being too involved because of the attack of resentment."

When the other newcomers heard this, they kept nodding their heads. Of course, if they parted, it might be even more dangerous to encounter the curse, but as long as they are not unlucky, they will encounter the curse directly, then the probability of the other groups living is definitely much greater than the probability of being taken away by one pot.

"Then let's open four adjacent rooms on the same floor. We are seniors with one room. As for you newcomers, please stay with whoever you want!"

Xiaoji Yima obviously doesn't want to worry too much about opening a room. How to survive under the pursuit of resentment is the most important priority now. Even if you want to win over new people, you must wait until the new people can go out of this mission world to have the value of winning over. Dead people are worthless!

As a result, Preston had to drive four suites, and everyone still arranged their rooms according to the previous allocation when taking a taxi.

It was quiet all night until the sun was noon the next morning, when everyone was sleepy and yawned in the suite where Xiaoji Yima was in. In fact, except for Valentian, Preston and Xiaoji Yima, the others were basically tossing and turning and tossing and turning until the early morning before falling asleep. After all, it was late at night, even if the lights were on, but after knowing that they were cursed by the curse, except for the calm and cold killer and the guarded necromancer, who could sleep peacefully in such an environment with a very nervous heart.

"Very good. It seems that we are all fine. As long as we hold on for 6 days, we can return to the Lord God space alive." Abel said as he tried hard to open his black circle eyes and yawned.

The original look of the holy and pious pastor, coupled with this pair of national treasure-level panda eyes, became completely gone in an instant. The three college students who chose to stay in Abel's room were confused in their hearts. The senior man in front of him would be just a good person, not a good person!

"That may not be true. Don't forget that we were attacked by curses as soon as we entered this world, and half of the newcomers died."

Black stone, which also had a pair of panda eyes, did not relax at all, and was still watching the room with alertness.

Xiao Ji Yima drank the apple juice in the glass in his hand, "Okay, let Black Stone relax, don't be so nervous. I have already made arrangements for this suite. Once any negative energy appears, I will get a prompt."

Layout?

After hearing what Xiaoji Yima said, the reincarnators noticed that Xiaoji Yima's suite seemed to be a little different from theirs. The walls and floors of his room were covered with marks like ghost drawings. Although they couldn't understand what Xiaoji Yima was painting, if they stared at the pattern on the wall for a long time, they would feel a soreness in their big head.

"Are you sure these are really useful?" Preston asked with uncertainty as he looked at the patterns on the wall.

"I seem to have seen this pattern somewhere!"

James Moorta carefully studied the patterns on the wall and opened his mouth with some uncertainty.

Xiao Ji, who heard James Moorta's words, grabbed his wrist with his horse, and his tone seemed a little weird, "Where did you see this pattern?"
Chapter completed!