Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Come out of the toilet.

There is another fierce ghost in the soul-binding bag.

Shen Jian was shocked.

Just now, I always felt like I knew some terrible secret.

He returned to the elite class.

I didn’t see the little snow ghost.

Instead, it was Qin Ze and Meng Nu who made the request.

Take you with me?

Yes, the identity given by the thriller game is too clever. The main mission is to survive for seven days. However, due to the identity of the exchange students, there is not much time left for us. It can even be said that there is no time. If this continues, we will not be able to survive at all. Find the traces of this forbidden monster.

Qin Ze said seriously:

Although I don't know how you became the head teacher, I think as long as the head teacher comes forward and says something, we can move freely.

Shen Jian thought about it and didn't refuse.

Okay, but just don't grab it from me.

Qin Ze:?

What to grab?

that's all.

Shen Jian came to the location of the second ghost talk.

The three of them walked across the playground and arrived at the back entrance of the school.

There is a small mound here.

Like a cemetery.

The surrounding flower stamens blocked the view.

But a faint sound could be heard.

Qin Ze immediately recalled something in his mind, with a solemn expression: The Crying Ghost Cleaner, codenamed the Crying Ghost, is one of the ghost stories. The supernatural ability is very scary, a bit like saying whatever you say, as long as the Crying Ghost cries to you and says something The way you die, these symptoms will appear on your body at the same time.

According to the data records, this fierce ghost should be at the Qingyi level, but the threat level is not high, because he will only stay in this small mound and cry in mourning. Are you sure you want to provoke him?

Shen Jian said nothing.

Stride forward.

The two players, Qin Ze and Meng Nu, looked thoughtful when they saw this.

This ghost story does not involve the main mission, and it is also an extremely difficult Qingyi-level ghost. Logically speaking, players only need to avoid it, but Shen Jian did the opposite. To say that there is no specific purpose, they I don't believe it.

Side mission? Or some kind of hidden mission?

The two of them made a judgment in their hearts.

They followed together.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a cleaner crying in mourning. His voice was pitiful and wailing, and he was crying harder than usual. But if you listen carefully, you will find that there is a hint of a sinister smile in this mourning sound from time to time.

Cry and laugh.

All the players felt a chill.

The horror of the supernatural has begun to appear at this moment.

The cries of the cleaners still echoed.

Wuwuwu...it's so miserable, my wife, you died so miserably...

Why did you die like this and leave me alone...

You are so miserable. The body has been dismembered, the bones have been crushed, and the internal organs have been extracted...ah, hee hee...it's really pitiful.

As she got closer, Mengnu's eyes became strange.

His face was slightly distorted.

Showing a tendency to laugh half and half to cry.

Qin Ze also frowned, as if he was restraining himself.

The two of them looked at Shen Jian at the same time.

My heart skipped a beat.

Because under the supernatural power, Shen Jian's expression did not change at all.

It's like being completely immune to the supernatural influence of the mourning ghost.

How can this be.

According to the records of Daxia Longque, the supernatural power of this green-clad mourning ghost cannot be exempted even by the ghost master who controls the puzzle of two fierce ghosts.

Even if a city manager-level ghost controller comes, he probably won't be able to be as relaxed as Shen Jian.

What kind of evil ghost did he control?

This doubt appeared in Qin Ze's mind.

soon.

They saw a memorial tablet, crookedly placed on a small mound of soil, and a man kneeling in front of the memorial tablet, wearing a cleaner's uniform.

His face was terrifying.

Half crying, half laughing.

His expression was extremely exaggerated and forceful, and his facial features were somewhat deformed, making him look more and more weird.

Viewed from behind, the cleaner's shoulders were shaking slightly, as if he was in great sadness, but somewhere out of sight, he was holding a hammer in his hand.

The hammer was stained with blood and was still ticking down, with even bits of flesh and blood on it.

While mourning, sinister laughter also echoed from time to time.

Incredibly penetrating.

I can temporarily affect this ghost's perception. Do you really want to join me? It's not a wise choice to waste energy on suppressing an unnecessary ghost.

Dream Girl whispered.

Qin Ze looked at Shen Jian.

Um?

Where are people?

The two of them suddenly froze.

Because when they were on guard, Shen Jian had already walked up.

WHAT?

The devil obviously didn't notice us, brother, what are you doing?

Isn't this just a warning?

The two were shocked.

Some people can't understand Shen Jian's operation.

the other side.

Shen Jian has already stepped forward.

He patted the shoulder of the mourning ghost and sighed: Brother, people cannot be resurrected after death. You should think more about good things. For example, without your wife, your unicorn arm will be useful again.

Crying Ghost:...

Your words of comfort are quite special.

However, after seeing the human being, he stopped crying and stared at Shen Jian with bright eyes.

Then he smiled sadly: Do you know how my wife died?

Shen Jian asked tentatively: Been dismembered by five horses? Or was it stabbed 1,300 times? Or was the internal organs eviscerated without damaging the skin?

Crying Ghost:! ! ?

How the hell did you say such a cruel way of death with your 36-degree mouth?

He was beaten to death.

After being told how to die, the mourning ghost felt a little ashamed.

Because compared to the death methods mentioned by Shen Jian, death by hammering is not difficult at all.

But then, the mourner raised the hammer in his hand and added: I hammered him to death.

He believed that these words would definitely impress Shen Jian.

How? Shen Jian asked.

Crying Ghost:? ? ?

I said I beat my wife to death with a hammer, but you ask me how I killed her?

You come here to find trouble.

The mourning ghost's eyes became dangerous.

Shen Jian continued: Is it possible to use alkaline hydrolysis to treat corpses? Do you know how to clean up a murder scene? Do you know how to kill someone, bury the body, and create an alibi?

Crying Ghost:......

I don't know how serious it is.

He shook his head subconsciously.

Bad.

Shen Jian said disappointedly.

What did you say?

Your technique is too low-level. If we were there, we wouldn't even be able to drink soup.

Crying Ghost:......

Then what should I do?

Shen Jian smiled.

Follow me and learn well and watch well.

Shen Jian took out a mace.

The mourner was confused: What is this?

Didn't you say that you killed your wife with a hammer? I will repeat this process, then dispose of the body, and teach you by words and deeds.

But where did this come from...

The mourning ghost was talking and finally reacted.

The target was actually myself.

Human, you are seeking death.

The mourner squeezed out a voice from his throat, with a face that was half smiling and half crying: You died so miserably, your brain was smashed, your bones were crushed, your internal organs...

The vicious curse began to spread.

A smile appeared on the corner of the mourning ghost's mouth.

A human being, fighting with him, would not overestimate himself...

The psychological journey is not over yet.

The mourning ghost's expression froze.

Because he discovered that Shen Jian had not received any supernatural influence from him, but instead picked up the mace and smashed it towards his Tianling Cap.

Ahhhhh.

The mourning ghost screamed and howled.

Your fucking skills are worse than mine.

I killed my wife with at least one hammer.

But the pain really hurts.

Bang bang bang.

The crisp sound of smashing drowned out the wailing.

Wait until everything calms down.

The mourning ghost no longer looks human.

Shen Jian came all the way to the spiritual throne again.

On the spiritual throne is a middle-aged woman.

He looked very miserable, with blood everywhere on his head.

Dye the spiritual place red.

Shen Jian knocked on the spiritual tablet.

The middle-aged woman on the spiritual throne immediately took action.

He looked at Shen Jian doubtfully.

Wake up, your husband exploded.

Spirit Ghost:? ? ?

She just wanted to make some moves.

Shen Jian directly broke the spiritual tablet in half.

The spirit ghost split open.

He died before leaving the army.

Do it all.

Shen Jian left with satisfaction.

Two more Tsing Yi level devils came in. Although it was a lot, as long as it was rewarding, he didn't pick it.

Qin Ze and Meng Nu, who were watching from a distance, were also split apart.

Is this a ghost?

When did it become so easy to deal with the Tsing Yi-level ghosts?

really.