"Hahaha, Brother Gu Xi, it's been ages since you came over for a drink."
In the Death Territory, several players favored by death were greeting Gu Xi.
Since the Hand of Death was upgrading, Gu Xi had simply put it away, leaving only the Chief of the Goddesses floating behind him.
When he saw players he knew, Gu Xi greeted them in return.
Gu Xi knew these players' circumstances very well.
Most of them were level 60 players, but their path ahead had been cut off. They had not found their rules, could not take that step forward, and their time was nearly up.
So, using their previous connection with death, they simply stayed in death's territory.
After all, here, they did not have to worry about dying.
Of course, after enough time passed, all sorts of people gathered here.
Some had even lived through several great calamities.
Their levels might be a mess, but who knew what methods they had hidden behind them?
Gu Xi might now be able to transform the Heavenly Dao in a game into an undead, but who knew what these players had transformed during their careers as Necromancers?
Not to mention, of those who could come here, which one had not received some benefit from death?
With the mindset of being polite whenever he could, Gu Xi maintained fairly good relationships with them.
So now, after only a few days without showing up, his appearance immediately drew an enthusiastic crowd.
But Gu Xi quickly noticed that the way these onlookers looked at him seemed different.
There was more or less a trace of pity in their eyes.
As if Gu Xi were very pitiful.
Gu Xi was not quite sure what was going on.
Still, he greeted them while considering who he should sell