Shen Xing turned around and found that it was the Indy student.

This Indian student has a very white complexion, looks a little close to a Westerner, has a good appearance and temperament, and knows at a glance that he is the kind of high-caste Indian.

The high-caste Indy student said enthusiastically: "Thank you for saving everyone just now, my name is Shukla, and it is a pleasure to meet you." ”

Shen Xing smiled slightly and did not speak.

"I wanted to get to know you last semester, but unfortunately I didn't find the opportunity, if I have time, I sincerely invite you to my villa in the suburbs. ”

Shen Xing had no choice but to smile again.

Shukla stopped and waved goodbye to him.

He may have companions, or he may be a regular student and have other classes to attend, so he will not go with Shen Xing.

Shen Xing had already noticed him in the classroom just now.

When everyone collapsed on the ground and was unconscious, the Indian student Shukla was also struggling in pain, but like Teacher Elena, he was only weak in his limbs and still conscious.

So, this Indian student Shukra is not simple.

The other classmates may not even remember what happened, but he knows that I "saved" everyone.

Shen Xing only found it interesting now.

I didn't expect this to happen in the first class of the new semester, so I guess it will be even more chaotic and interesting next, right?

I'm ashamed, how could I have such evil thoughts?

Could it be that I am really a great demon god?

No, I am an earthling, an eternal Chinese, not a great demon god.

******

The camera pans to the side of the Hell.

The immortal Joe took the eldest corpse brother and the second senior brother Aimar and walked a long way.

They finally found a small town of Arkham, which had been the same kind before.

There are sometimes human cultivators in Arkham Town, who have a deep hostility towards corpse demons, believing that corpse demons only have a will and no mind, and will definitely want to destroy humans as alien creatures with their will.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, the undead Joe decided to let the big corpse brother stay outside the town, preferably outside the stone pillar.

The big corpse brother will not be angry, he is very obedient, and the immortal Joe will do what he says. So he walked back slowly, walked far outside the stone pillar, and then sat quietly on the water meadow, motionless, looking like a stone statue.

……

The undead Joe and Aimar continued on their way.

The size of the town should be okay.

They walked ten kilometers from the time they met the outermost stone pillars of the town, during which they saw the farmland, and finally saw the outline of the town.

This means that the area of this town is relatively large, enough to accommodate a large number of people, and there can be a variety of shops in it, suitable for pathfinders to resupply.

Aimar had now adapted to this body, he had lost a lot of weight, and in order to control his size, he was desperate to lose weight, and he did not dare to swallow the special substance in the air.

The undead Joe warned him, "Demons must eat, and if they only swallow that special substance in the air to survive, they will quickly lose more memories and slowly turn into zombies, just like lack of nutrition." ”

Aimar was terrified, he didn't want to lose his memory again.

He walked in a big circle, almost returning to Zhao Sibao's previous body shape, but it still looked like a big ball, full of special gas, and it still looked very incongruous.

With his size, he urgently needs to go to the gym to suffer some sin.

Aimar is so delicate, and his personality seems to be quite delicate and shy, and the immortal Joe sometimes simply calls him "madam".

"Ms. Aimar, we're almost in town, would you like to buy something? Cosmetics, or the kind of stuff you wear on your chest, do you want me to give you a dozen, red and purple and powder? ”

After the immortal Joe finished speaking, he quickly shook his head and corrected himself.

"Oh, no, no, you can't buy that size, maybe people don't recommend you wear it, you don't need to wear it, you're too small, not as big as a pushpin."

Aimar is like a shy little girl, no matter how much the immortal Joe jokes, he doesn't respond.

The immortal Joe is too lonely, and the big corpse brother is a corpse demon, equivalent to a fool and a mute, so he must talk to Aimar, otherwise, the long journey will suffocate people to death.

However, Aimar is very shy and introverted, and deliberately maintains the demeanor of a swordsman, unlike their pathfinders, who like to make casual jokes.

It is worth mentioning that the swordsmen are a special class second only to the nobility, they do not need to pay taxes, and enjoy certain privileges that the nobles have, they can have their own personal servants, and a small territory, in their own territory they are lords and can "do nonsense", but most of these privileges cannot be inherited to future generations.

They were one level higher than the samurai and one level lower than the knights, but in some times or in some countries, they were the same class as the knights, and they were all called knights, and they could even inherit a generation.

Aimar's status as a swordsman should be relatively special, belonging to the kind that is inherited from his father.

"So, should I call you—Sir Aimar? What are you going to eat? I told the servants to buy it, or, to tell the steward, to let the cook do it. The immortal Joe muttered to himself again.

Aimar couldn't hold it back, so he had to speak: "Sir, you don't need to call me that, just call me Aimar. ”

The undead Joe was furious and turned his head and yelled at him, "You've been saying a word for hours along the way, you damn stinky ball, me! ”

Aimar had no choice but to bow his head in silence.

The two of them finally came to the front of the town and saw the huge archway with the words "Wufu Street" written on it.

Walk into Wufu Street.

Immortal Joe is sure that this place must not have been visited, because it looks like a Chinese community complex, which can be understood as a "Chinatown" kind.

There is a Wufu Street in the dungeon of the Spiritual Hell, which means that there must have been a person in the Wufu Street of Palm City, who fell into the Spiritual Prison and became a demon spirit after his death, and later suffered misfortune, and was eroded and parasitic by the fetus of the demon god and fused into a demon god. Before his death, this demon god took advantage of the opportunity of a brief memory awakening to desperately reproduce the Wufu Street in his memory and turn it into this Arkham town.

There don't seem to be many "people" on the street, and many shops are ajar, probably because it's daytime.

During the day, demons and zombies don't like to come out, preferring to sleep or hide in the house to play mahjong (of course, mahjong is popular in the Chinese community).

It is worth mentioning that the day and night of the Spiritual Hell are different from those in the outside world, there are only seven or eight hours during the day, and sometimes as long as seventeen or eighteen hours at night, so the time of the day is very unfixed, sometimes long, sometimes short, about an average day of about eighteen hours, and the shortest day may only be thirteen hours.

Three big men blocked their way.

One of them said, "You're a foreigner, aren't you?" If you want to stay here, you must get the permission of Boss Xu. ”

These three people are all demon spirits, and they are demon spirits equivalent to cultivators. Just look at their feet, they stand firmly on the small stone pavement, not moving, indicating that their strength is very strong and full of mental strength.

If you see the kind of people who float up after walking a few steps, they are very simple demon spirits, and they haven't cultivated much, so their bodies are very light.

Once the demon spirit is seriously cultivated, it will be no different from a human in appearance and thought.

Readers can imagine the demon spirits as humans in the dungeons of the Hell, and they are not fundamentally different from humans except that they don't need much food.

They should eat, they should sleep, they should sleep, they should be in harmony. In short, life is still relatively comfortable and happy, except that you can't have offspring, and you don't have to worry about your children's study and school choice.

Oh no, there are still elementary schools in the dungeons of Hell, and they are full of children who will never grow up. The devil knows why they go to school, and it's hundreds of semesters at a time, like Conan never grows up.

The undead Joe argues with them.

"I've walked through so many Arkham towns, and I've never heard of anyone who has permission to stay, and I'm just passing here to resupply, and you're wrong to do so!"

"This is the rule of Broken Soul Street."

The immortal Qiao pointed to the huge archway behind him and said angrily: "Isn't it Wufu Street, how did it become Broken Soul Street?" Are you marauders who have seized other people's territory? ”

Marauders are the equivalent of bandits and robbers, who will sack the town of Arkham, forcibly turning it into their temporary stronghold and driving away those they don't like.

The man explained: "We are not marauders, this is Broken Soul Street, Wufu Street is Broken Soul Street, Broken Soul Street is Wufu Street, this is the rule set by the old Dragon King. ”