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

On the loess road.

It was pitch black in the distance.

A figure came slowly.

She seemed to be an old woman with a stooped and thin figure. Blood was constantly seeping out from under the cover of her clothes.

And her head is not on her neck, but is held in her hands.

What's permeating is.

She was clearly holding her own head, but she kept shouting.

My head...my head...give me my head...

The old woman looked around, her eyes filled with resentment. It seemed that she didn't just want to get her head back, but wanted more heads.

As she passed by a wasteland.

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded:

Old man, old man~

Give me your head...Give me your head...

The old woman was stunned.

These words.

Why does it sound more and more wrong the more I listen to it?

Give you my head...?

This turtle boy seems to be trying to steal something.

She raised her head and looked around. When she turned to the left, she saw a beam of light shining in the thick straw.

Take a closer look.

Under the light source, a man's face was hidden unexpectedly.

grass!

What the hell.

The old woman was frightened.

The other party's entire body was hidden in the straw, except for a human face that was exposed, with his eyes wide open. It was so late at night and illuminated by the lights, it looked like a human head placed there, which was very eye-catching.

But soon.

The old man smiled and said sadly: Guiwazi, do you want my head?

As he spoke, he walked over in a few steps, and brought the bloody head with gray pupils in front of the other party.

The face in the straw, the pupils slowly dilated.

The smile on the old woman's lips became even stronger.

Judging from her scaring experience for most of her life, the other party was frightened.

This is a human’s instinctive reaction when faced with fear.

next moment.

A light touch on the hand.

The owner of the human face took away her head, quickly got into the dense straw field, and ran away very sharply.

The old woman still kept holding it with both hands.

He stood there in a daze for a while.

Just as he was about to catch up, he suddenly realized that the connection between himself and his head was broken.

She suddenly panicked.

He rushed into the fields and searched frantically, but found nothing.

After a while.

A truly piercing sound sounded here.

My head! My head!

…

the other side.

In a pile of straw, a figure shouted in a low voice: Quick, I got it, cover the traces.

Instructor Gu:...

They dare not be careless.

He took out a blood-stained yellow talisman and pasted it on the head.

The originally wide-eyed head suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

It's done.

then.

The old woman's shrill screams followed.

This yellow talisman is very useful.

Shen Jian took a look and was slightly surprised.

Because the style of this yellow talisman is exactly the one he has seen several times before. Just by sticking it on the player, it can cover up the breath of living people and make people fall into deep sleep. Now it can even cover up the breath of ghosts.

If you need it, I can give you a few. This yellow talisman is also the biggest consumable in my Magic City branch. I got it from a zombie dungeon. There are still a lot left. It has the ability to conceal the aura of the living. The effect of suppressing evil spirits.

But...can I ask you a question?

The ancient instructor paused.

He said in a hesitant tone: Why are you so skilled at this kind of thing?

After taking the head, Shen Jian took out a black plastic bag from his body, put the head in it, and then tied it around his waist.

Their mouths twitched.

Pin your head to the waistband of your trousers, it's only superficial.

But this kind of thing looks like a perversion no matter how you look at it.

For a moment, the ancient instructor re-examined this underworld god who was suspected to be the city god of the underworld.

If you follow him, you won't teach a bunch of perverts.

He became deeply concerned.

After all, the act of snatching a head from a ghost's hand and holding it on the waist is really not comparable to that of a normal person.

He glanced at the photographer who was taking the photo, as if to say: This part doesn't count, just cut it out.

The cameraman made an OK gesture.

Shen Jian was noncommittal.

He saw that the fierce ghost had a strength close to the red-coated level, but because of its frightening slowness all year round, it could not even exert one-third of its Yin Qi level. Naturally, he had to cheer it up.

But when the words come to your lips, their meaning changes.

Shen Jian said: I am a player and a ghost controller. Even ghost controllers can control powerful ghosts. I collect a few ghosts for fun. Is this normal?

Ah this...

Can the Ghost Controller still explain it this way?

The ancient instructor hesitated to speak.

However, we are shooting with positive energy to make material for future members of Daxia Dragon Bird to learn from. Is this method of exorcising ghosts not very good?

Shen Jian shook his head, patted the ancient instructor on the shoulder, and said seriously: Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, what a feat he did?

The ghost I'm talking to next to you today is also following suit. How come this doesn't have any positive educational significance?

Instructor Gu:...

The corners of his mouth twitched.

If it was feasible, why would he cut off this section.

However, what Shen Jian did today was not only dangerous, but also had a high chance of no return.

If everyone followed this method of seeking death, the Great Xia Longque would have no new strength.

and.

If someone else's Buddha cuts off his flesh, it is his own flesh.

When you cut off your head, you are cutting off someone else's head.

Forget it, maybe there is still a chance to film his normal customs clearance process after all, and I don't mind missing this one.

Instructor Gu thought so.

…

In the fields.

Large tracts of straw were destroyed, accompanied by the headless old woman's shrill wails. Compared to her feeble shouts before, it could be heard that she was a little excited now.

The voice is also louder.

Because this time, her head was really gone.

But Shen Jian and a dozen people have already walked out of the wasteland and officially entered the village.

Although Sujia Village is a small village, it is not desolate. Not only are the houses spread out, they are all covered with white ceramic tiles.

At this time.

One of the Daxia Longque members spoke up: There are more than a hundred households in Sujia Village, all with the Su family surname. The most terrifying one is the village chief's family. When I completed the mission, I passed by the village chief's house once. When I took a look inside, I was almost killed. It was definitely a red-coat level or above ghost, and it was not an ordinary red-coat level.

Shen Jian looked over.

This is a quite young player with the ID [Fang Yuan] and level 23.

It can be heard from the description that he is the player who brought the special copy invitation.

After I completed my mission, I got permission to stay in a villager's house. I'll take you there.

Fangyuan said.

When we reached a dirt road.

Shen Jian, Gu instructor stopped.

Everyone was shocked.

They all became alert.

It was very late at this point.

The surroundings seemed so quiet that when they stopped, you could hear their breathing if you listened closely.

Fangyuan was also stunned.

Look straight ahead.

With the help of the faint moonlight, you can faintly see a short figure walking out of the weeds in the distance.

The location is right in the shadows, making it difficult to see the whole thing, and only a blurry figure can be seen.

It seemed to be an old man.

A bit short in stature.

He was wearing a lifeless shroud.

Standing there straight.

What's going on? This road is obviously safe.

Fangyuan reacted.

Ahead is a ghost blocking the way.

But when he was doing tasks before, he had walked this road countless times, and he had never seen a ghost blocking the road.

This is the first time.

After all, it is a three-star dungeon, so the difficulty is naturally different from when you were in a two-star dungeon, revealing even greater horrors.

Instructor Gu was not surprised.

Sujiacun is a three-star dungeon difficulty. How could it be the same as what Fangyuan saw before? As the game begins, the true horror of this ghost village will gradually emerge.

Just like what Fangyuan said about the village chief's family before, that was definitely the scariest place.

And in the first seven days, they might have to deal with real red-clad ghosts.

Anything less than that will definitely result in the group being wiped out.

Conversation room.

The short figure in the weeds in the distance spoke.

A hoarse and deep voice came:

People in front of you, do you think I look like a human being or do I look like a ghost?

It's not loud.

But in this silent village.

But his voice seemed extremely loud, echoing in everyone's heart.

The players were horrified.

Is this... Huangpizi asking for a seal?

Everyone present knew this familiar saying.

Like a human, or like an immortal, this is the most classic sentence in Huang Pizi's discussion.

If the answer is like a human being.

Huangpizi will receive the fate of all spirits, and will only be an adult for the rest of his life. Once his path is gone, he will be able to walk upright like a human from now on, but he will not be able to become an immortal.

Then Huang Pizi will definitely feel resentful and take revenge on this person for the rest of his life.

If the answer is like a fairy.

Huang Pizi will receive the luck of all spirits, be canonized, and is expected to become an immortal.

But this is not necessarily a good thing for people.

If Huang Pizi successfully becomes an immortal, then everything will be fine.

If he fails to become an immortal, in addition to attracting revenge from Huang Pizi, he himself will also suffer from bad luck due to some mysterious luck. At worst, he will suffer bad luck for the rest of his life and lose his descendants.

This is also the reason why in the Northeast rumors, everyone's expression changes when they encounter Huang Pizi asking for a title.

Because no matter what the answer is, it’s wrong.

And now...

They seemed to have encountered a similar situation when they first entered the village.

But it was not Huangpizi who was asking for the seal, but a ghost.

Like a human, or like a ghost?

Everyone looked.

The short figure has stepped out of the shadows.

It was a short old man wearing a shroud.

There were corpse spots all over his body, and his face was pale.

With a hint of a sinister smile.

There is no doubt that this is a fierce ghost.

How to answer?

The answer is like a human being, which is obviously a ghost. If you are deceived, the ghost is likely to directly launch a supernatural attack.

The answer is like a ghost. That ghost kills people. Is there anything to say?

Both answers seem to trigger Li Gui's killing pattern.

this moment.

There was dead silence.

The person in front of me, do you think I look like a human being or a ghost?

The yellow-skinned ghost spoke again.

The steps came a few steps closer.

This time, everyone saw it more clearly.

The old man seemed to have just crawled out of the cemetery. His body was covered with mud, and his whole body exuded a rotten smell.

It seemed that under that shroud was a highly decomposed corpse.

As the yellow-skinned ghost's voice sounded again.

That moment.

Shen Jian subconsciously blurted out, I think you look like a little lolita with blond hair, animal ears and white stockings.

Good thing.

He swallowed back the urge.

After saying this, his title of Yam Luo would become abnormal.

Then.

Shen Jian tilted his head and opened his mouth to the yellow-skinned ghost: Aba, abaa, aba.

Yellow-skinned Ghost:? ? ?

Instructor Gu’s eyes widened:! ! !

Everyone:...

Confusion appeared on the yellow-skinned ghost's face.

Met a mute?

now.

Shen Jian gestured at the yellow-skinned ghost, as if he was using sign language, and pointed to his mouth:

Aba, ba, aba, ah! ba! ah!! ba~

It seemed like he was responding to Huang Pizi's request for a seal.

Yellow-skinned ghost:......

His balls ached.

Blanch.

What are you doing with Gou Ba? I have never learned sign language, so I can only speak dumb language.

He never imagined that one day he would get stuck in his murder routine because he couldn't understand the other person's gestures.

Nonsence.

He spit a mouthful of phlegm on the ground in his heart, how unlucky he was.

On the first order, I met a mute.

If he had known he would be in this situation, he should have taught himself sign language.

Miscalculation.

Simply.

The yellow-skinned ghost no longer looked at Shen Jian, but looked at Fang Yuan.

People in front of you, do you think I look like a human being or a ghost?

The hoarse voice sounded again.

Its figure was already within ten meters, and its pair of pale dead pupils seemed to be emitting green light. Just looking at it made people feel creepy.

The next second.

Fangyuan spoke.

Waibi, Waibi, Waibibabu?

Yellow-skinned Ghost:? ? ?

what's the situation?

Another mute?

There is no school for the deaf and mute nearby.

What kind of luck was he, meeting two mutes in a row.

For a while.

Shen Jian and Fangyuan, two mutes, began to make gestures from time to time, and from time to time their mouths were twisted like Aba.

The yellow-skinned ghost's mouth twitched when he saw it.

I kept thinking silently in my heart: Don't be angry, don't be angry, why are there so many people who are not mute?

He will get off work as long as he completes today's killing target.

Don't be offended by this.

then.

He looked at the ancient instructor.

People in front of you, do you think I look like a human being or a ghost?

Instructor Gu:...

The education he received did not support him from doing such a thing.

However, looking at Shen Jian who was winking in front of him, and then looking at the expectant yellow ghost, instructor Gu finally gave up his face and said shyly, Ah...ba, ah...ba... .”

Yellow-skinned Ghost:? ? ? ? ? ?

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Stuttering and mute?

He vomited blood.

Why did I meet three weirdos today?

He still doesn't believe this evil.

The yellow-skinned ghost was anxious.

Continue to ask: The person in front of me...

Abba?

The person in front...

Ah?

Front……

bar?

After asking 20 mutes one after another, the yellow-skinned ghost was already hopeless.

It really happened that the school for the deaf was out.

unlucky.

He looked at the person in front of him with a look of resentment, turned around and left.

at this time.

Aaba.

Shen Jian shouted loudly.

Called the yellow-skinned ghost back.

Guiwazi, what are you doing?

The yellow-skinned ghost spoke subconsciously.

The next second.

His eyes lit up.

In sight, the mute young man who first said Aba Aba took out his mobile phone, opened Baidu Translate, typed a line of words, and clicked to pronounce.

Suddenly.

A synthetic female voice came out.

I'm sorry, I'm mute, I can't speak. I'll use my mobile phone to translate it into a voice to answer you.

Yellow-skinned Ghost:? ? ?

His eyes widened.

He couldn't handle this operation.

He turned around.

Fell into deep contemplation.

Having been born and raised in Sujia Village for so many years, although he knew that the outside world had changed rapidly, he never thought that he could still ask for a title like this.

and.

The other party answered this.

Should he kill the young man in front of him or the person who answered the question?

For the first time, Yellow-skinned Ghost discovered that he was actually stuck in a philosophical problem.

But the killing pattern has been triggered. If it doesn't attack a person, he feels uncomfortable all over, so he said: The person in front of you, do you think I look like a human being or do I look like a ghost?

Shen Jian typed a line and clicked on the voice:

You need to add in front, Hey Siri.

Yellow-skinned Ghost:?

Hey Siri, do I look like a human or a ghost?

I think you look like a arrogant white-haired cat loli who is 150 centimeters tall, has three bows on her head, and has a good figure.

A clear artificial voice sounded.

Yellow-skinned Ghost:? ? ?

He looked dull.

He suddenly froze.

laugh.

At this time.

He suddenly caught a glimpse of the human holding the phone with an amused smile on his lips.

The yellow-skinned ghost was stunned.

He reacted suddenly.

The short stature suddenly erupted into a terrifying supernatural power.

His face darkened even more.

Are you kidding me?

No, I actually want to ask, if I answer like this, can you become a white-haired lolita?

Change you?

The yellow-skinned ghost was very angry.

Damn it.

This human being deserves to die.

His pants were ripped off.

but.

Since the phone answered, he answered as this human being.

Although the bull's head is wrong.

But barely it can be considered as triggering the killing pattern.

No matter how hard he tried to reopen, he still had to fight with this human being.

Human, you are seeking death!

The yellow-skinned ghost growled.

A pair of rotten hands stretched out from the shroud and pinched Shen Jian's neck.

Snapped.

A crisp sound of sex sounded.

If you can't change, you still ask, isn't this suspected of fraud? I hate fraudsters like you the most in my life.

Shen Jian grabbed the yellow-skinned ghost by his collar.

Slapping away the big mouths one after another.

It wasn't until the other person's eyes no longer had any rebellious temperament that he let go.

Will you ask me this again next time?

No more questions, no more questions.

That's good. Go in by yourself and save me from slapping you again.

Shen Jian dropped the soul-binding bag.

Signaling the yellow-skinned ghost to get in by himself.

Yellow-skinned Ghost:? ? ?

Too much.

I am one after all...

Before the journey was over, Shen Jian raised his palm again.

The yellow-skinned ghost got in humiliatingly.

boom!

Shen Jian kicked it over again and cursed: Will you tie it up if you open the bag? Do you still want me to teach you about this kind of thing?

Yellow-skinned ghost:......

I will endure.

He stretched out his hand and tied the mouth of the bag.

He shrank back again.

Fangyuan:……

Instructor Gu:...

Everyone:...

It turns out you can deal with this ghost.

So what was your previous behavior doing?

Play with ghosts! ?

The thought of this.

Instructor Gu’s eyes changed.

This underworld city god has a really bad character.

It couldn't be a wrong decision for him to invite Shen Jian to be his mentor.

no.

This section also needs to be cut off.