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

By the time the male ghost king returned home, it was already midnight.

He naturally understood that the reason why the human left his wife alone at home was to act as a hostage.

It was a warning to him that it was best not to act rashly.

Otherwise, votes will be ripped off at any time.

For this reason, he resisted the idea of ​​taking revenge now, and sold several supernatural places under his name and the factories he had worked so hard to build at a huge sale, and finally raised most of the money.

On the dim living room.

The male ghost king was gritting his teeth in his heart, but still maintained a sneer on the surface. He handed over the property title deed to Shen Jian, as well as the debt money raised from selling the factory: Human, all my industrial funds are here, and the remaining I will pay off the million-dollar debt as soon as possible.

Shen Jian accepted the title deed.

A row of scarlet panel prompts appeared in front of him.

[Hidden mission: Help the bloody paper shop return to its peak. 】

[Current mission progress: 35%. 】

[Reward: 10% of the shares of the Bloody Paper Shop. 】

Shen Jian looked at it.

Thoughtful.

It's just to collect an old debt that has been owed for more than ten years, and the task progress can soar to 35%. This also explains from the side that since the Zhizha Ghost King abandoned the ghost body and turned himself into a paper man, he has been bent on stealing the power of ghosts and gods. After the force, the revenue of the Blood Paper Tie Shop has been greatly reduced.

This is not as simple as missing one person.

Instead, it dropped exponentially.

Compared with the peak period he had seen, his income had dropped by more than 60%.

Although the Bloody Paper-tying Shop has the greatest reputation today, it is still the number one paper-making shop in the Donglin District, but that's all.

As for the 10% stake...

According to his share ratio in Sweet Home Community, the maximum share he can get in the Bloody Paper-making Shop should be about 40%, and the largest share is still the Paper-making Ghost King.

But this is normal.

Unless it is a large supernatural copy without an owner, what humans can inherit in the game will never exceed the owner of the copy.

Otherwise, the copies will change owners.

While thinking.

Shen Jian withdrew his gaze.

Get up and leave.

…

Until Shen Jian left.

The male ghost king's face instantly turned resentful.

Being beaten by a human in front of his wife, his face was completely humiliated.

There was no way he wouldn't avenge this.

After all, he is also a ghost king and the owner of a large supernatural dungeon.

No funds.

He also has a lot of connections.

Ask a few ghost kings to help him, but it's simple.

As for that human being, his own strength is negligible.

But the two ghost weapons in his hands were extremely strange, and even he, the ghost king, was unable to do anything about them.

One piece of supernatural power can knock away evil spirits, and the other can temporarily suppress his thinking.

The two ghost weapons were superimposed, which gave that humble human being the strength to defeat the ghost king.

But it doesn't matter, he just needs to invite a few more ghost kings, and the supernatural power of this weird wind chime can be resolved.

Haha, human, enjoy your last moments.

Dark living room.

A sinister and deep smile echoed.

…

at the same time.

After leaving the villa, Shen Jian looked back at the villa hidden by the black curtain, with a strange smile on his face.

I finally resisted the urge to stuff you into a sack. Don't let me down.

Shen Jian was in a good mood.

It was just a normal account request. It not only pushed the progress of the hidden task to 35%, but also learned the secret of the bloody paper man's fake accounts.

After returning home, this guy couldn't move up and down.

Shen Jian glanced at the time.

Around one o'clock in the evening.

Three o'clock in the morning is the wake-up time at the funeral home.

As a funeral home worker, he must not forget his job.

Walking on a deserted street.

The surrounding temperature has dropped significantly. At this time, even the fierce ghosts have begun to rest. Those still wandering on the streets are basically not serious ghosts.

While thinking.

A child's voice sounded from behind Shen Jian.

Eerie and strange.

Want to buy flowers? I have the freshest flowers here.

Shen Jian turned his head.

He saw a child carrying a basket walking toward him in the darkness five or six meters away.

Brother, brother, do you want to buy flowers? I have red roses, red peonies, red chrysanthemums...

The air shook, and a slightly strange voice came out. It was obviously asking, but it seemed to be very malicious, with a hint of joking.

Shen Jian looked over.

The basket contained various varieties of flowers, all of which were blood red, with red juice constantly flowing out from the petals, as if they had just been taken out of red paint, and exuding a fishy odor.

The stamens of some petals are also mixed with the flesh and blood of some kind of creature.

In the blink of an eye, the child was standing in front of Shen Jian with a flower basket, and his tone became more and more perceptive: Brother, the fact that you haven't left proves that you want to buy my flowers. I have red roses, red peonies, red...

Brother, choose one. If you don't choose, I will choose for you.

The child in the flower basket is getting closer and closer, filled with gloomy energy, which is very dangerous.

Half step to red level.

Shen Jian had to admit that the evil ghosts in the high-end wealthy streets were different.

You can encounter a half-step red-coat casually.

He was a little emotional.

If he had appeared in the Winter Advent area from the beginning, his progress in unlocking the eighteenth level of hell would have been much faster.

Shen Jian smiled gently.

He patted the child's face with his palm and said, You are still selling flowers so late. Can you get up early to go to school tomorrow morning?

Flower Basket Child:? ? ?

The child was stunned.

What the hell is your problem?

I'm only five years old, what kind of school do I go to?

Prenatal education?

Brother will test you. If you answer correctly, brother will buy all these flowers.

Shen Jian smiled.

Smile like a spring breeze.

The demeanor of a famous teacher.

Do you know what splitting up means?

The flower basket child pondered for a moment and said with a sinister smile: Brother, I know this. Split operations are the same thing. Two or more people do it at the same time.

Brother, I have answered correctly. You should follow the rules and buy all my flowers.

The flower basket child's smile became even more charming.

Each flower represents the subsequent dismemberment of its owner.

And buying all the flower seeds means cutting them into pieces.

His killing pattern couldn't wait to be triggered.

However.

Shen Jian shook his head.

Wrong answer.

Flower Basket Child:? ? ?

His momentum faltered.

wrong?

How can this be.

This is what it means to act separately.

The face of the flower basket child became gloomy, and a cold voice came: Brother, you don't want to go back on your word, do you? Those who lie will be punished.

Silly boy, why did my brother lie to you? The intention of splitting up was obviously like this.

As Shen Jian spoke, a shadow as tall as a person stood upright, rushed into the body, and then.

The flower basket child felt his head feel light.

Then he saw the human being easily took off his head, and then ran away into the distance, very fast, and he was a hundred meters away.

Flower Basket Child:! ! !

Split up and take action?

He froze in place for a while.

It wasn't until Shen Jian's figure appeared at the end of his sight that he made a shrill voice:

Ah ah ah, my head, give me my head back.

He didn't expect that this human being would be so despicable as to steal his head.

What about splitting up operations?

Why didn't you say you were leading the charge?

Dog humans.

Give me my head back!

The flower basket child carried the flower basket and ran staggeringly.

There were wailing screams along the way.

…

Ran for a while.

Abruptly.

A line of chat interface was displayed in front of Shen Jian.

Someone @hit him.

[Jiang Xuzi: @I am King Yama, please help me. 】

[King Yama himself:? 】

[Jiang Xuzi: Boss, please help us. We are in trouble. 】

Shen Jian slowed down.

[King Yama himself: Us? 】

[Jiang Xuzi: That’s right, because you are here, boss, we no longer expect to be able to beat you in terms of sales volume. The competition mode has been lifted. We discussed it and decided to act together and share the performance equally. 】

[Jiang Xuzi: Then luckily, King Yama accidentally took over the mission of the bloody paper man and asked us to collect the debt. As long as we can get back the principal, it will be considered a success, and the excess can be counted as performance. If we really add this tomb The ghost is the red-coat level. We thought about it and decided to take on the mission. 】

[Jiang Xuzi: Only when I arrived did I realize that this tomb ghost had quietly amazed everyone in the past few years and reached the top level of red-clothed ghost. 】

[Jiang Xuzi: We can hold on for a while, but we can’t hold on for long. Boss, this is really life-saving. 】

In the chat interface, Jiang Xuzi quickly explained the cause and effect.

Shen Jian's face showed some confusion.

Tomb ghost?

Isn't this ghost originally a top red-coat?

He remembered seeing the record of this fierce ghost in the ledger.

The Tomb Ghost of Fu Shou Yuan, a top-notch red-robed ghost, needed a few fierce ghosts to send messages back and forth, so he bought two half-step red-clad paper figurines, and then escaped into the cemetery, never to be found again.

The records in the ledger are very clear. How did this become a red-coat level?

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

I saw the trick in it.

But he didn't say much.

[King Yama: Wait, come. 】

A top-notch red-coat level is enough for him to take action.

Shen Jian stopped completely.

Not a moment.

A voice came faintly: Dog human, take my head.

The flower basket child staggered, but his speed was not slow at all, and he soon arrived in front of Shen Jian.

Pull out a red rose.

Brother, if you don't choose, I will pick one for you.

The flower basket child gave out a sinister smile that could not be found:

It's a red rose. I will take off your head and plant it on this red rose so that it can grow vigorously.

very touching.

Before the flower basket kid could walk over, Shen Jian was already striding closer, with a weird smile on his face, Then let me tell you something heartfelt.

laugh.

The arm parasitized by the shadow ghost turned into the most extreme patchwork of supernatural beings in the world. Shen Jian put his hand into the chest of the flower basket child. There was no blood, but it seemed like he was submerged in water.

When he stretched it out again, there was already a ghost heart in his hand.

woc?

The children in the flower basket were shocked.

If you dig deep into your heart, you really mean it on the surface.

Your Chinese must have been taught by forensic doctors.

What else did the flower basket kid want to say.

But after losing his head and ghost heart one after another, his supernatural powers were already crumbling.

next moment.

He fell straight down.

Caught in a panic.

Shen Jian stuffed the child into the soul-binding bag.

I figured out the direction.

He rushed towards Fushouyuan.

The information about the tomb ghost is full of doubts.

Shen Jian suspected that some players were colluding with the bloody paper man.

first timing.

He thought of the player whose ID was [King of Yama], who was suspected to be the envoy of the Fallen Angels organization.

Fortunately, I solved it once and for all tonight.

Don't waste his time.