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

Looking at the photo in his hand, Shen Jian was very surprised.

It must have been more than four months since he experienced the Samsung copy of Sweet Home.

In his heart, he had long given up any hope for the player whose ID was [Uncle Chen].

Just treat him as dead.

Unexpectedly, there is a chance to meet again.

And it seems that although this player has lost the ghost tattoo and the ghost puzzle, he has also made a name for himself in the ghost town and became an auctioneer at the supernatural auction house.

Even the ghost sister-in-law Lu Rong highly praised him.

No hesitation.

Shen Jian went downstairs.

He drove away directly from Mrs. Ghost's car.

According to the information investigated by the supernatural auction house, this player disappeared half a day ago, and the person who captured him was a top-notch red-clad ghost.

However, this matter has little to do with the supernatural auction house.

It's purely a personal grudge.

It was this player who accidentally offended this top-notch red-clothed ghost, and the other party made the move to arrest him.

But the trouble is that there are other ghost organizations behind this top-notch red-clad ghost. It belongs to a small hall under the name of this ghost organization. Once it comes to the door with great fanfare, I am afraid it will cause conflicts between the fierce ghost gang and other gangs. contradiction.

Just like this, the ghost sister-in-law forced herself to go to the supernatural auction house to resolve the matter despite her fatigue.

Shen Jian's face was expressionless.

Driving a car at a fast speed.

On the way to the destination.

upstairs.

The ghost sister-in-law had secretly poked her head out and came to the balcony, looking at Shen Jian who drove away his car with an angry look on his face.

Gritting teeth.

This doctor is so courageous.

She was the second-in-command of the Menggui Gang, the wife appointed by the gang leader, and his sister-in-law, but he treated her like that, ready to do something if he disagreed with her.

If she hadn't been defeated, she would have let Shen Jian know why she could be in charge of such a huge gang of fierce ghosts.

Think of this.

She thought again that she had had close contact with this strange man twice.

Once I was hugged around the waist.

Once, he took the initiative to hold the other person's neck, and then he was carried into the house.

That bastard doctor, let him go away tomorrow.

Lu Rong, the ghost sister-in-law, was waving her little fists at the balcony, as if she was about to hit Shen Jian with an iron fist from afar.

Then return to the bedroom.

sleep.

It wasn't that she was afraid of that bastard doctor returning here, but she was really sleepy.

She has been working for two days in a row, running between the supernatural auction house and the Fierce Ghost Gang's business, and has no time to rest at all.

At this time, there was a man who could help her deal with this situation. While maintaining her anger towards Shen Jian, she felt a little at ease.

Then fell into a deep sleep.

…

the other side.

Destination arrived.

This is a gloomy house.

Shen Jian got out of the car.

A cold breath hit his face, accompanied by some rotten smell and a faint smell of blood.

Shen Jian looked over.

The gate of the house is a two-part wooden door.

Painted with vermilion color.

It smells of paint and also of blood.

No hesitation.

Shen Jian strode over.

When he got closer, he discovered that there was a head on the wooden door. It seemed that someone had forced it into the wooden door. Blood was flowing down and seeping into the wooden door.

Dye the wooden door vermilion.

Just when Shen Jian was approaching.

The head on the wooden door suddenly raised its head, and the whole face was filled with blood.

Help me~

I'm stuck in here and I can't get my head out.

A miserable cry for help came from this head, the voice was plaintive and dull.

resounded in the silent house.

Creepy.

Help me~

Come on~

Help me pull the head out.

The miserable cries for help continued, inducing passers-by to come to help.

Bursts of ghostly sounds.

More and more desolate.

People can't help but feel compassion and want to step forward to help the other person get out of trouble and save him from this pain.

Shen Jian is no exception.

He walked over.

He asked anxiously and concernedly: Are you asking for help?

You were stuffed into the wooden door and now you can't move?

It's so pathetic.

I can't bear to see this kind of bad thing happening where the strong bullies the weak and the big bullies the small. Brother Ghost, I will definitely make the decision for you.

Wooden Gate Ghost:? ? ?

He was slightly startled.

Did you finally meet a kind person today?

It's not easy.

In a place like a ghost town where fighting is fierce and there is no sympathy, the probability of meeting a kind person is as slim as the probability of meeting a human being.

He has been begging for help for more than ten years, but no prey has taken the bait.

Unexpectedly, it finally opened today.

then.

The wooden door ghost's cry for help became louder.

I'm so miserable, so pitiful, come and save me~

Come here, have you seen my head? I'm stuffed in and I can't breathe.

Inside the wooden door, a pale, ferocious face revealed a cruel smile.

When this kind ghost came over, he dragged the other person in to keep him company.

the other side.

Shen Jian didn't seem to realize that he was walking into the abyss step by step. He came to the wooden door and asked with concern: Brother, how can I save you?

The ferocious smile on Mumengui's face became thicker and his voice became duller: Have you seen my head? Reach over and help me pull it out.

Just when Mumengui thought this kind man would do as he was told.

But suddenly he heard Shen Jian say: Good brother, this can't work. Your head is already connected to the wooden door. If you pull it out by force, you can only pull your head out, and you will die.

Wooden Door Ghost:......

It’s been a long time since I heard that some kind-hearted people are concerned about my life and death.

This made him slightly stunned.

I felt a moment of warmth.

In this city of thousands of ghosts, there are still good-hearted people.

Isn't it a little bad for him to frame others like this?

Mumengui fell into deep thought.

I feel a little confused.

then.

Shen Jian said again: But I can't help it. Since this wooden door is connected to you, then if I smash the wooden door, can't I save you?

Wooden Door Ghost:! ! !

Hear this.

Horror showed on his face.

A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

This wooden door is his true body. If he smashes the wooden door, wouldn't it cost him his life?

Don't, don't be like this, good brother, I appreciate your kindness, you'd better pull me out, I won't die.

Mumengui said quickly.

That won't work. I must put your safety first.

Shen Jian grinned.

He took out a two-meter-long blood-stained steel rod from his body.

On the front end of the steel rod, thirty-seven dark red stars were twinkling.

These stars are all gathered together by the resentment of the ghosts who died under the steel rod. With each additional star, the supernatural power wielded by the steel rod becomes stronger.

The steel rod, where the thirty-seven grievances of the evil spirits gathered, just took it out, and it carried an aura that made the evil spirits naturally afraid.

Mumengui was completely dumbfounded.

A grimace suddenly stiffened.

Damn it.

What the hell did you take out?

Why do I seem to hear the miserable screams of a group of ghosts?

Is this a ghost weapon that good people can possess?

If this stick goes down, I won't be torn apart.

The wooden door ghost became frightened.

What a heartwarming scene.

God is so kind.

This is clearly an evil ghost.

He is still the kind of evil ghost who does all kinds of evil.

The wails of the fierce ghosts on that ghost weapon are irrefutable proof.

Good brother, don't move. If it gets smashed later, I might take you away.

Shen Jian raised the steel rod, his face full of malice.

Wooden Door Ghost:! ! !

Don't come over here!

Do not come near me.

Before the other party's mental journey could be completed, Shen Jian had already exerted force with his fingers.

then.

Slam the wooden door hard.

ah!

The wooden door ghost immediately screamed.

As the vermilion wooden doors on both sides shattered, the other party also fell into a panic.

On the steel rod, the resentment of the thirty-eight ghosts began to form a new dark red star on it.

More sobs and wails sounded among them.

Shen Jian dragged the long steel rod and stepped into the house.

…

forecourt.

A dead ghost hangs on a crooked tree.

His body was pierced by a sharp branch, and above him, a human head hung. It seemed that he was trying to climb up the crooked neck tree to get the human head, but accidentally dropped it and was hit by the protruding sharp branch. Pierce the body.

The dead man looked at Shen Jian who walked into the front yard with sadness. His eyes were turned outwards, his face was pale and his eyes were bleeding, and he looked extremely ferocious.

He was about to speak.

Shen Jian had already walked over first and said with great enthusiasm: Good brother, are you hanging on top and can't get down?

The excitement on Shen Jian's face could not be concealed.

The ghosts in the ghost town are of high quality.

The previous Mumen Ghost was a red-clothed level, but this Hengdei Ghost was close to the top red-clothed level.

Then when I walked to the front yard, I met two red-clothed level devils of such good quality.

If you go shopping all over again, you will probably buy dozens of them.

Thinking.

Shen Jian spoke again: Don't worry, I'll help you right away.

The dead man:? ? ?

Dumbfounded.

He thought, it seems that he hasn't deceived people yet, right?

Why did this brother get into the drama?

Did you meet a kindhearted person?

wrong.

Who would be a well-intentioned person who would break into someone else's house without permission?

This is an intruder.

Think of this.

The evil ghost was about to start bewitching, but the next moment, his outward-turned eyes suddenly stared.

no.

What about saving the ghosts you promised?

What are you doing holding up a two-meter-long stick?

And the wailing sounds of the ghosts on the steel rod...

You turned out to be an evil ghost.

The dead man was about to pull his body out of the branch when he saw Shen Jian grabbing the steel rod with one hand and swinging it out fiercely.

boom.

The dead man fell down.

I will never die with my eyes in peace.

Shen Jian skillfully stuffed the body into a sack.

Thirty-nine dark red stars appeared on the steel rod.

…

Jie Jie Jie, don't run. I saw you in the front yard. Children are playing with blood and mud. A real man should wave a stick to make the enemy surrender.

Shen Jian raised his stick and chased a little boy from the front yard to the atrium garden.

The little boy shivered and hid among the flowers against the wall.

From time to time, his pale eyes would look at the only doorway in the atrium.

His face was filled with shock and anger.

He was an outstanding figure among the red-clothed fierce ghosts, and he was actually being chased.

If he said this, his wisdom would be ruined.

But he didn't dare to go out and fight for his life.

The ghost holding the steel rod outside is too fierce.

Brutal to the extreme.

He watched with his own eyes as his little friend was hit by a stick and flew dozens of meters away, falling to the ground and falling into a state of death.

And his partner is also a red-clad fierce ghost.

But he couldn't withstand a blow.

He must hide and not be found by the evil spirit.

Otherwise, his end will be tragic.

soon.

The sound disappeared.

Just when the little boy thought that the evil ghost had given up looking for him, a sinister laughter suddenly came from behind him: I found you!

little boy:! ! !

He shuddered.

There is a wall behind him. Where does this evil ghost's voice come from?

With his body trembling, the little boy turned around stiffly.

Just in time to see Shen Jian grinning, sticking his head out from the wall, looking at him with a strange smile on his face.

Ghost... ghost realm! ?

This evil spirit actually owns a ghost realm.

The little boy was completely in despair.

I was about to resist.

A black steel rod had swept across.

Little boy, died.

The forty-fifth dark red star emerged.

Shen Jian's expression became even more excited.

In just a few minutes, six red-clothed level ghosts were acquired.

No banknote printing factory would dare to print like this.

Shen Jian was already furious.

He walked inch by inch from the front of the house, like a bully breaking into someone else's home. Everywhere he went, he kicked open the door and broke in.

then.

The silent house received festive cheers for the first time.

The screams kept coming one after another.

ah!

Don't come over here!

No, don't, it hurts.

Evil ghost, there is an evil ghost invasion!