Chapter 839: The Distance of Death

Some of them are friends with each other, and some of them just know each other, but no matter what, they have all stood side by side, and maybe they have laughed together with their shoulders bared because of a meat joke told by someone.

Death, the word will never be unfamiliar to these people who live in the Tower of Babel, but above the fifth floor, people's understanding of this word always seems to be a little deformed, and they always like to place the word death on those who are inferior. But what exactly is inferior, maybe they don't want to try to understand the meaning of the word at all, but in their view, inferior people are those who inhabit those planes that are ready to face death at any time, for example, the second to fifth floors are divided into the dwellings of inferior people.

As for the first floor, it may be a special place, they directly regard that place as a wilderness, and only those who are the most primitive, and the people who drink blood will live in that kind of place, everyone says so, and then it is passed down from generation to generation, which makes those who are above the fifth floor have a deep-rooted impression of those who live on the first floor, that is, only those who live there go back and carry the word death every day.

So their understanding of death can only be learned during training, listening to the instructors hired from the executors, telling them their stories, and then each story will have the word death behind it. Maybe the strength of those instructors is not as strong as theirs, but those people will always have a sense of contempt in their eyes when they look at these people who are called the masters of the three major families.

Look down, they are entitled to look down, these people say how they got up from stepping on the piles of corpses, talk about what kind of earth-shattering battles have happened where they have been, and every time the executors as instructors hear those people get together to talk about this kind of topic, they can't help but laugh. Those scenes depicting the Great War are all arranged together and written into a book, and they can even be mixed up for the Nobel Prize.

But if you let this group of people who say how they died take off their clothes and see, there is not even a small scar on the smooth body, and the clean ones can even be used as ducks in nightclubs.

Braggart is bragging, but they live on the seventh floor, and they have always felt that the thing called death is far away from them, and it is impossible for something to happen here, even if the three major families want to go to war, it can be said that it is very difficult, unless it is to the point of irreconcilability, for example, the head of your family, sleeping with the wife of our head of the family, etc... Of course, no one will spread this kind of thing, but if it really happens, then one of the parties will definitely find a reason to go to war, and such a battle is irreconcilable, otherwise even if there is a conflict between the people under his hands, and dozens or hundreds of people die, the executor will suppress the matter.

Because the battle between the three major families is not a joke, every time the battle between the three major families will affect the entire seventh layer, even the family that did not participate in the war will lose a large number of troops inexplicably because of the war, as for the reason is very simple, no one in this world likes to contribute by themselves, and let others pick up the fruits of labor in vain, the two major families compete, the final result is even if it is the victorious family, it can only be a tragic victory, and it will take at least decades to recover from the war to the past.

Therefore, this kind of thing, even if the executor is to help people wipe their butts, they must try their best to prevent such a thing from happening, because this is the place that the gods will patronize, and it is also the only place that the gods will patronize, which can be called the mortal world, so they must ensure the development of this place and prevent riots here as much as possible.

So death is really far away from them, what is death, does it have anything to do with them? No, that's a joke for them, as long as the executors are still happy to help the three major families wipe their butts, then there will be no problems, and the war will not break out, even if they have nearly a week or two of training every month, they may pretend to be very serious, but who will remember the words that the instructor told them not a word? Perhaps they will remember the names of the pretty girls in the nightclub more clearly than this.

That's what they come into contact with on a daily basis, and for war and death, we don't need to be on the verge of death every day, that's something you executors need to consider, even if we remember the experience you said clearly, what's the use, it's not useful anyway.

Everyone thinks so, not only the Fan family, but also the Shi family and the Pan family, everyone thinks so, and they themselves are strong, so is that strong person not a little arrogant?

So in the end, the result was that they didn't remember anything, and the things they could get their hands on to compete with Wu Yu and the others might only be the weapon in their hands that the family had helped them concentrate on customizing, and in addition, they didn't have anything that they could hold or even see.

"Crazy?" Wu Yu grinned softly, "Forget it, you like to call it that, I don't have an opinion, it's all the same anyway, even if you're not crazy, it's probably going crazy." ”

"What is your purpose?" Finally, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the crowd, some cold faces undisguised in the dim light.

"The purpose, of course, is to collect debts, doesn't anyone tell you?" Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and scratched his head gently, "Eh, I'm sorry, I forgot that these people are dead, hehe... It really wasn't intentional, who would have thought that this group of people wouldn't bring you a word before they died. Well, but I really believe in the character of your Fan family, even if I won't bring you a message before I die, I will definitely bring you a message after I die. ”

"Oh, yes." The man listened to Wu Yu's words, and his expression did not change at all.

"Besides, you guys shouldn't have arrived yet, right?" Wu Yu narrowed his eyes lightly and said softly.

"Oh, is it? Do you know better than I do how many people we should come? It seems to be a casual answer, but the small pitfalls that are not obvious are one after another.

"No, I don't know how many of you are supposed to come, but I do know that there are seven more people who haven't come." Wu Yu tilted his head slightly, and the head covered by the big hat could only leak out of his mouth, but the exposed mouth exaggerated the corners of his mouth, revealing his miserable white teeth, just like the sick Jiao in the Japanese comics, smiling so brightly, but weird.