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

Looking at the scene in front of me.

Wang Tao was completely stunned.

He is also a thriller game player. Although he only has two stars, he can become the instructor of Binhai City's Daxia Dragon Bird Branch. His mental quality is extremely high.

Be able to deal with supernatural events calmly and calmly.

It can be said that it is difficult for anything to make him have violent mood swings.

But now, he couldn't hold it any longer.

Because Shen Jian was actually provoking a ghost.

Still naked.

It's just a matter of saying to his face that someone else's son is the son of Lao Wang next door.

You're such a damn comforting person.

Are you really not afraid of fierce ghosts?

There is no money needed for supernatural beings, so you can use them as you like, right?

Wang Tao's facial muscles twitched.

I don't know how to describe Shen Jian's operation.

This kind of behavior is the same as hating one's own longevity.

Even a four-star player at the city manager level can only face a red-coated level ghost at best.

Some weird and highly concealed half-step red-clothed ghosts may even have the chance to kill four-star players.

Provoking evil spirits will do a lot of harm but no good.

at the same time.

The cries were also immersed in grief.

My son, my son has such good academic performance, is sensible, and well-behaved. How could he be gone?

The plaintive cries came one after another.

The supernatural fluctuations are becoming more and more obvious.

At this point, even a fool should know something is wrong

There was a kind of sadness that came from my heart, and I wanted to kneel down and cry with the man.

It seems that the louder the cry, the easier it is to attract the son back.

However.

However, Shen Jian seemed not to have heard it and suggested: I can also see that the relationship between your father and son is indeed very good. Let's do this. Since you miss your son so much, can I send you to see him?

Howling Ghost:! ! !

He was confused for a while.

Looking up, Shen Jian's expression didn't look like he was joking.

grass.

You are a dog.

I'm so pitiful, and I lost my son in middle age, how can you do it?

He also wanted to send me to meet my son.

Damn it.

Doesn't this mean to kill me?

The Howling Ghost looked Shen Jian up and down.

Haha, who is afraid of who?

He cried and said: There is no resurrection after death. I know that I will never see my son again.

That's not necessarily the case.

Shen Jian waved his hand and raised his eyebrows:

You know hell, you can always go to hell. Maybe you can get to know your son before drinking Meng Po soup.

Howling Ghost:......

God is going to hell.

Doesn’t this still mean that I want to die?

He couldn't bear it anymore.

The howling ghost stood up straight, and his mourning clothes were cut open.

In his belly, a pale hand stretched out.

That's a little boy.

He is the man's son.

He hid in his father's belly and under his clothes, seemingly playing hide and seek.

The howling ghost smiled sadly.

He looked up at Shen Jian.

The eyes seemed to say: You see, my son has been hiding in my belly playing hide and seek.

I can't scare you to death.

See this.

Shen Jian silently took out the black steel rod that had undergone more than a dozen transformations and was now comparable to the Judge's underworld weapon. He also grinned: So your son is here. That's great. I will send you and your son to hell together. This way you will have a chance to get to know each other while drinking Meng Po soup.

Wang Tao:?

little boy:? ?

Howling Ghost:? ? ?

Both father and son were stunned.

Why don’t we get to know each other here?

Do you have to go to hell?

You are a salesperson invited by hell.

Three sentences and three hell of a joke.

Jie Jie. Two bursts of laughter sounded out, one after the other: Send us to hell? Who will go to hell? Why not...

The words have not yet fallen.

Stopped abruptly.

Shen Jian had already raised the black steel rod and hit it hard.

Two painful and unwilling sounds sounded.

There is half a dark red star on the black steel rod.

Shen Jian glanced at it.

Two half-step reds, with a gain of half a star, are pretty good.

Skillfully stuffing the body into a sack.

Shen Jian rushed towards the place where the Yin Qi was strongest.

He has basically seen what happened along the way.

White cloths are hung in every house.

There was no trace of a ghost in the house.

In his perception, the strongest distribution of Yin Qi was in the southeastern part of the village.

Next comes the heartland.

In two of these places there was the presence of the living.

Apparently.

At this time, the village is not at its most dangerous.

There is still a chance of survival.

Wang Tao followed behind.

Swallowing saliva.

Mr. Shen, where are we going now? According to our test results in the past few days, the source of the Yin Qi here is located in the southeast, which is also the origin of the Yin Qi land, located in a cemetery in Rongjia Village.

During the conversation.

Shen Jian has stopped.

arrive.

The words fell.

Wang Tao instantly became alert.

Shen Jian also turned his attention to the two-story dangerous building in front of him.

A red banner hangs on the dangerous building.

Teach you how to become a genius quickly in thirty-six days - the elite tutoring class welcomes you.

This seems to be a private tutoring class, located in a two-story dangerous building.

Wang Tao's expression changed.

Mr. Shen, there must be a lot of evil ghosts like this. Should we find other people first and then solve the trouble here?

Shen Jian glanced at him.

I'm here to save people.

Said.

Shen Jian has already walked up.

He rushed to Rongjia Village because, on the one hand, this supernatural incident was too threatening and would make all the efforts made by Binhai City God's Hall in vain and lose a territory in vain.

On the other hand, he also wanted to take over the Yin Qi land in Rongjia Village as his own.

certainly.

He had another reason.

That is to save people.

The Binhai City God's Temple was able to be renovated and completed in more than a month, and the person in charge, Qi Shan, was indispensable.

He doesn't mind saving someone.

…

soon.

Shen Jian walked up to the dangerous building.

A Syrian-style classroom comes into view.

The noise started.

Wang Tao's face suddenly turned pale.

ghost.

All are ghosts.

By a rough count, he found that there were at least more than fifteen.

All of them are Tsing Yi level or above.

He even saw a red-clad ghost among them.

There's more than one.

But three.

this moment.

Wang Tao's brain was down.

A village with at most four to five hundred people actually hid three red-clothed level ghosts.

No wonder the city manager of Binhai City has lost contact.

Three red-clad fierce ghosts working together were enough to kill a four-star player.

This is no longer a supernatural incident that cannot be solved by a single city manager. Without the cooperation of more than five city managers, there is no way to get out of here.

A flash of surprise also flashed in Shen Jian's eyes.

Although he had known that this place was very dangerous, he was still a little surprised to see three red-clad ghosts so soon.

After all, this is not a copy of a thriller game.

But the real world.

The appearance of a red-clothed level ghost was an A-level supernatural event at first, let alone three. There were so many green-clad level ghosts present. If these ghosts could get out of Rongjia Village...

According to the level of horror in the real world, this can already be called an S-level supernatural event.

This.

There are only a few fierce ghosts in Rongjia Village.

A place of Yin Qi can actually produce such a huge number of evil ghosts.

Shen Jian's eyes flickered.

The interest in his eyes grew stronger.

His eyes swept over and landed on the last row.

There were two humans there.

Wearing a set of bloody clothes made from the skin and flesh of a fierce ghost, the blood clothes emit the same source of ghost fluctuations, covering up their living aura.

It was Qi Shan who first entered Rongjia Village and disappeared, and Wang Cheng, the detachment leader of the Daxia Longque Binhai Branch.

Shen Jian looked over.

He knew both of them.

One is a survivor who was responsible for the construction of the City God Temple.

One is the operations captain who handles the supernatural cinema.

at this time.

The two of them were sitting in the corner of the last row, with their heads lowered, not daring to peek at the other ghosts. They could only occasionally raise their heads to observe the situation.

He quickly buried his head.

Afraid of being seen as something wrong.

Captain Wang, things are getting worse and worse in Rongjia Village. Where is the support you mentioned? It's been seven days.

Qi Shan lowered his voice.

Want to cry but no tears.

His life experiences in the past two months could be enough to write an autobiography.

First, he escaped from a copy of the supernatural cinema, and then took the opportunity to catch up with someone who was suspected of being the City God. For this reason, he tried his best to help the other party build the City God's temple. Unexpectedly, in the final stage of the ending, he strayed into an even more terrifying supernatural place.

For the past seven days, he and Wang Cheng hid in this dangerous building and survived.

But every time when classes start, you must come here to listen to the lectures.

Otherwise, you will be found to be out of tune with other ghosts.

Wang Cheng was also panicking visibly at this moment.

As the captain of the Daxia Longque Binhai branch and a two-star player of the horror game, he understands the horror here better than Qishan.

This is simply not a crisis that Binhai City can solve.

Leave it to fate. According to normal circumstances, someone will come to investigate the situation on the third day after I disappear. If there is no support, there is only one possibility. The people who came to support have also fallen.

Wang Cheng has already accepted his fate.

They are a two-star player and an ordinary person.

It is basically impossible to escape from here.

Unless there is support.

…

Crunch.

at this time.

There was a sound at the door.

The expressions of the two people changed immediately.

No more talking.

The training instructor is here.

Compared to the three red-clad ghosts present, this mentor ghost is only at the green-clad level, but it is also not a terrifying existence that they can provoke.

At this time.

A cursing voice sounded: What are you doing? Is there any order? I'm teaching you to be a genius, not a clown. Who is the monitor?

Qi Shan:? ? ?

Wang Cheng:? ? !

Damn it.

This tone is like taking some medicine.

When did this mentor ghost become so powerful?

Aren't you afraid of being eaten?

The two looked confused.

Look up.

The pupils shrank.

I saw Shen Jian walking in carrying an old professor wearing glasses.

He casually threw the devil in his hand to the ground.

The two of them were stunned.

Thought I was dreaming.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, his heart was shocked.

it is true.

The support is really coming.

Here comes a big shot.

The kind that is hugged by golden thighs.

The two of them were excited.

It’s worth noting that they struggled to survive here, and they finally had hope.

at the same time.

Shocked by the strength in Shen Jian's tone, the originally noisy classroom fell silent.

The first reaction of these village ghosts was to find a seat and sit down.

Damn it.

The mentor is here.

Sit down quickly.

Many villagers even took out small notebooks.

Until three seconds later.

Only then did Li Gui react.

its not right.

The instructor has already asked someone to do it.

He's still lying on the ground now.

moment.

A red-clad fierce ghost stood up.

He was burly, with the smell of blood all over his body, and he was wearing a bloody apron in front of him. It was obvious at a glance that he was a butcher who had rushed over after slaughtering something.

The butcher ghost stared at Shen Jian with blood on his face.

Human, you killed our mentor and then stood on the podium. Are you planning to give us extra food?

He smiled sadly.

The blood stains on his body became increasingly bright red.

Shen Jian slapped the table, This old guy is a liar. He said he became a talent in thirty-six days. Do you believe this lie?

The butcher ghost said with gloomy eyes: So? Human beings, do you think we are all fools and have been deceived?

As soon as these words came out.

In the back row, Qi Shan and Wang Cheng's expressions changed drastically.

If this were admitted, wouldn't it mean that all the villagers present were fools?

This can cause villagers to become instantly furious.

All at once he offended all the evil spirits.

But if they don't admit it, Shen Jian's act of beating the mentor ghost to death is enough to make them hold a grudge.

Yes, human, what do you mean? Do you think I have been deceived too?

Another red-clothed level ghost stood up, its eyes hollow and glowing with a faint red light.

If you don't give us an explanation today, you'll just wait to be eaten.

The last red-clad fierce ghost also laughed sinisterly.

A bloody mouth had been opened, as if it was about to bite off Shen Jian's head.

this moment.

The entire atmosphere became chaotic.

Countless pairs of terrifying eyes stared at Shen Jian.

Looking at this scene, whether it was the two people in the back row or Wang Tao standing outside the door with a petrified face, their hearts were in their throats.

next moment.

Shen Jian spoke with a regretful tone:

It doesn't take thirty-six days to become an instant genius. Do you know that you are being cut off? I can give you the secret to becoming a genius in one day. Even an illiterate person can figure it out in one day.

Group of ghosts:......

Everyone:...

After all, I dare you to knock down our instructor, just to promote your own class?

You understand business competition!