Less than three hours later, Liu Yongcheng walked in carrying a modest-sized bundle.
Looking at the bundle in Liu Yongcheng's hand, Gu Xi could not help asking, "That's all you're bringing?"
"Yes. I'm already wearing my equipment, and I sold everything I wasn't wearing.
"These are the last few things I wanted to keep."
"All right. Let's go."
Gu Xi sighed. Players were not undead, after all. They had their own thoughts, and their own attachments.
When it came to minor matters, Gu Xi certainly would not make things difficult for his subordinates.
The moment Liu Yongcheng heard that, he put himself in the role of a butler.
"Mr. Gu, where are we going now? I'll help you apply for a Teleportation Gate."
"No need. Teleportation Gates aren't safe. I'll take you out myself."
As Gu Xi spoke, his right hand pressed against his waist.
A blood-red thread appeared beneath Liu Yongcheng's feet.
Liu Yongcheng glanced at Gu Xi, still not understanding what Gu Xi intended to do, when the Red Silk Thread wrapped around his ankle.
Liu Yongcheng thought Gu Xi was about to do something to him, only to find a blood-red halo appearing under Gu Xi's feet.
Then the halo before his eyes seemed to open into a great gate leading to the underworld, and the two of them slid straight down.
"Underworld Red Thread."
Over the past few days, whenever Gu Xi had time, he had been studying Death Mane's abilities.
Gu Xi had already more or less figured out the situation inside the Underworld Red Thread.
The Underworld Red Thread could take Gu Xi back and forth between the realms of yin and yang.
But which side counted as the underworld and which side counted as the living world was something he could choose.
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