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

Sizzle...

In the silent stadium.

An extremely cold evil spirit is spreading rapidly.

clatter! clatter! clatter!

Along with the sound, these footsteps are like stepping on the hearts of all the players. Every step taken is a test of the heart.

All players' souls are at risk.

The fear threshold has soared, exceeding the limits of normal people.

I just feel like my heart is going to beat out of my body.

Crunch…

The door lock turned.

A dull voice sounded, and an old man with a stooped waist and a face covered with corpse spots, wearing paper clothes, pushed open the door.

A pair of white pupils scanned the players.

Just by standing there, the surrounding air began to drop rapidly, and the tremendous pressure made all the players present breathless.

What was even more terrifying was that the moment they saw the ghost principal, everyone felt as if their skulls were about to explode, and an inexplicable fear began to envelope them.

They all lowered their heads.

Because at a certain moment, they realized that if they continued to stare at this evil ghost, something bad would happen.

This is an intuition of the supernatural.

None of the players who have survived to this day are simple.

The ability to judge supernatural events is several times that of normal people.

They trust this intuition.

as expected.

The moment the player lowered his head, two bodies appeared on the ghost principal's body.

Only one head sticks out of the body.

The facial features are hollow, the complexion is ferocious, and some vague outlines can still be seen.

These outlines look very much like the players present.

Is the ghost principal copying?

All players were horrified.

Could this evil ghost be able to copy them?

Then what?

Substitute?

Is this the terror of the red-clad ghost?

It's so incredible.

At this moment.

Qin Ze also looked horrified.

Can they really win against such a ghost that they can't look directly at?

If they don't even dare to watch the opponent's position, then what are they going to win?

In such panic.

Shen Jian watched with interest as the bodies of the ghost principal kept popping up.

That's his body.

The facial features are exactly the same.

And the upper body has climbed out.

He showed a ferocious smile to his real body.

You... deserve to die.

The ghost principal's old voice spat out.

It was like a corpse that had not spoken for more than ten years and whose throat was blocked was making sounds.

Creepy.

In order to cultivate a large-scale supernatural replica, he spent all his efforts and created the Blood Moon High School, which is famous in the horror world. Among them, the ghost stories are the top priority.

It's his way of harvesting fear.

Now they are all destroyed by a human being.

Let his efforts be in vain.

die.

Must die.

This human being must die.

The ghost principal became twisted.

The copy of Shen Jian on his body also completely crawled out.

There was a snap.

Fell to the ground.

Shen Jian:......

Ghost Principal:? ? ?

He was startled.

Why is that human okay?

The moment the clone crawled out, their identities should have been replaced.

This is a mortal curse.

Once the supernatural replica crawls out completely, it will replace the identity of the original body and become the carrier of living reality.

But now it failed.

Only one idiot crawled out.

Are you irreplaceable?

The ghost principal made a confused sound.

He can even replace the vice principal of Blood Moon High School, but now he can't replace a human being. This is simply impossible in the horror world.

Even if humans control the ghost puzzle, possess some supernatural power, and have the ability to fight against ghosts, this kind of incomplete supernatural power is generally limited to people below the red level.

At the red level, humans' so-called mastery of supernatural puzzles will only severely restrict their development.

After all, which incomplete Jigsaw Jigsaw would dare to unleash his supernatural power in front of a red-clothed ghost?

And this human being is a bit special.

It's also related to souls. Are you from a ghost town too?

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

He picked up the mourning stick in his hand and rushed over.

Seeing this situation that looked like gangsters fighting, the ghost principal also showed a hint of sneer in his surprise.

What era is it?

Do you still think that the old man is powerless?

He is a ghost.

This is not the first time since running Blood Moon High School that he has replaced humans. Among them, he has even replaced several professional boxers.

Even without the use of supernatural powers, he can kill a human with his bare hands.

Um.

At least.

Before Shen Jian dropped the stick.

The ghost principal's confidence is still maintained.

But after the battle begins.

This old man with rich fighting experience didn't even last thirty seconds before he was knocked to the ground. The confidence in his eyes had dissipated and was replaced by fear on his face.

No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives.

And Shen Jian's strength and speed coupled with the mourning stick, it is not just as simple as a kitchen knife, but the ghost principal's rich fighting experience also really plays a role - when the head-hugging rat is running around, it can slow down the intensity of being beaten to the greatest extent.

But under the mourning stick, all ghosts are equal.

No matter how much it is reduced, the pain is still the same.

Shen Jian knelt down, with some surprise in his eyes.

Even a red-clad ghost should not be able to withstand the blows of his full-power mourning stick. However, this ghost principal endured twenty of his sticks before being knocked down, and he still had the strength to struggle.

Where did you get the paper clothes you're wearing?

Shen Jian quickly located the source.

It's the paper clothes worn by the ghost principal.

This paper garment withstood the unnecessary attacks for him.

After suffering a severe beating, the ghost principal was still very tough: I'm sorry, this is related to my friend's secret, I can't reveal it.

See it.

Shen Jian directly put the mourning stick against the ghost principal's face, If you don't say yes, I will give you two choices.

One is to be beaten to death by my stick.

The second is to be beaten to death by me with a stick.

You choose.

Ghost Principal:? ? ?

Hear this.

He was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was deaf and misdirected his choice.

Then think about it.

What the fuck is the difference between these two options?

Seeing Shen Jian's vicious attitude.

After thinking for two seconds, the ghost principal decisively chose to leak the news.

There is no way.

If you don't say anything, just send it.

At this time, he believed that his old friends would understand him.

Bottom line?

Didn't he hesitate for two seconds?

Isn't this enough proof of their friendship?

then.

The ghost principal smiled and said: This paper coat was given to me by a close friend of mine. He runs a funeral parlor. He is also a paper tying master secretly. He and his sister-in-law opened a paper tying shop. This paper coat of mine is the final product. .”

If you need it, sir, I can lead the way.

Shen Jian was slightly stunned.

It's normal that there are funeral parlors in the horror world.

But the ghost principal also obviously mentioned the master of paper making, which reminded Shen Jian of the supernatural funeral parlor he had arrived at. The owner there seemed to be a paper man.

There are still children wrapped in paper everywhere.

Is the funeral parlor you are talking about called Shouyuan Funeral Parlor?

Shen Jian asked.

The ghost principal was stunned and nodded subconsciously.

Yes, my old friend does have a Shouyuan Funeral Parlor, which is specially used to deal with excess failed paper figures. Have you seen it, sir?

Shen Jian narrowed his eyes.

This world is really small.

This can happen.

His relationship with the funeral home owner was not that good.

After all, he took a hearse along with him.

Are there many paper-making masters here?

Of course not many. I am the only old friend in the entire Nanjiang District, and yes, there is also my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law is the master of paper-tying skills. They are the only two paper-tying masters in the entire Nanjiang District.

Shen Jian's lips curled up.

He still carries the title of a paper-making apprentice.

I learned it from the dean of Huangquan Hospital.

The good friend mentioned by the other party runs a paper-tying shop and has reached the peak of paper-tying skills. Shen Jian suspects that the good friend who taught her paper-tying skills is the sister-in-law mentioned by the ghost principal.

It seems that he has been exposed to the top circles in Nanjiang District.

These high-level ghosts are all related to each other.

Figure this out.

Shen Jian asked again about the information he was most concerned about.

You know ghost towns?

The ghost principal's face changed drastically.

Hemming and hawing.

Um?

Shen Jian frowned.

Ghost Principal:......

I was forced.

I was forced.

know a little.

explain.

I only know that the ghost city will only open at specific times. It is a paradise for evil spirits and ordinary evil spirits cannot enter.

Isn't it said that there is a prison where evil spirits are spread? Shen Jian raised his eyebrows.

The ghost town can actually be entered on your own.

This is different from prison.

You can also say that, after all, not one out of ten evil ghosts who enter will survive. If they can gain a foothold in the ghost town, there is a high probability that they will not return. It is no different from the rumors.

What is there that can attract evil spirits?

The ghost principal paused, Killing wantonly, and the owner of the ghost town, I heard, can get the secret of advanced ghosts and gods.

spirits.

Shen Jian's eyes moved.

Interest is greater.

“How do I enter a ghost town?”

I have no idea.

Um?

I really don't know. If I run Blood Moon High School well, I can be promoted to the level of Ghost King within a hundred years. I don't have to explore an unknown place.

The ghost principal said quickly.

Shen Jian nodded.

Sounds like that.

Then why are you hitting me? The ghost principal curled up and complained with his head in his hands.

smoothly.

Ghost Principal:......

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

In ancient times, there was a king of Yue who lay down on his firewood and tasted his courage, but now there is a ghost king who holds his head and endures.

One last thing, pass on your position as principal to me.

Ghost Principal:! ! !

This... Blood Moon High School does not belong to me alone. Even if you take the position of principal, if Principal Fu and all the teachers do not recognize it, you will not be able to inherit it.

The ghost principal was vague.

The meaning behind the words is the same, just give up on this idea.

Unless you can conquer the whole school.

I don't need to worry about it. Aunt Bai will help me finish the rest.

Shen Jian, the old Shinto.

Aunt Bai? Who? Bai Zhaoshu? That bitch betrayed me? She asked... Oops, ouch, don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong.

In the empty stadium, the ghost principal's wails could be heard endlessly.

All the players who were on alert were dumbfounded.

Jaw-dropping.

what's the situation?

What did they see?

The red-clothed evil spirit was beaten violently and had no power to fight back?

Click.

this moment.

Their three views collapsed.