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After all, apart from his own father, no other man in this life would be so desperate to stand in front of them in supernatural events and face all dangers for them.
And none of the players present are newcomers.
I have seen too many sinister hearts in horror games.
They realized a truth.
That is, we must not lose the dominance.
You can be led by others, but you must never be dominated, because this often means becoming cannon fodder for others to try and dangerously.
This kind of thing is too common in horror games.
This is especially the case with mixed teams of newcomers and old people.
But Shen Jian was different.
His purpose is to take the lead by himself and walk through all dangers for them.
This kind of care, ordinary fathers can't do it.
as if now...
Shen Jian was walking through the hall and stopped in front of the main house of the old house.
It seems to be spying on if there is any movement inside.
Strong and strong, and lead the way.
Such behavior made everyone feel very heartwarming.
But when they noticed the seriousness on Shen Jian's face, and even a bit of excitement, they fell silent again.
There was always an illusion that Shen Jian didn't care about them, but Li Gui.
At this time.
Shen Jian spoke.
knock knock knock.
He knocked on the door and said:
"Is there anyone in there? Is anyone there?"
A faint voice echoed in the yard.
"If no one responds, I'm going to come in."
Wait a second.
"It turns out that there is no one, then I really want to come in..."
Three times no one.
Shen Jian did not choose to open the door.
Instead, he came to the floor-to-ceiling window and slammed the mourning stick hard.
The French windows a few meters in front of the yard shattered.
Shen Jian walked in.
There was no hesitation in the whole process.
That feeling is as proficient as a gangster who robs a ghost shop.
"Why is he so proficient?"
"Before Yan Luo became a player, he appointed some shady sideline."
Everyone watched.
His expression froze in place.
behind the door.
An old ghost with a machete in his hand, hunched over, but with a piercing smile on his face also froze.
Shen Jian looked over.
There was a tease on his face.
"It turns out that someone is at home. Why are you yelling so many times without speaking? Are your ears deaf?"
Greetings from Shen Jian.
Old ghost: ...
You are deaf when you ride a horse.
His old wrinkled mouth twitched.
Unexpectedly, this person did not follow the routine.
Otherwise, he would hide behind the door, and just wait for this person to come in, and then he could use the ghost weapon to dismember him with one blow.
This ghost knife is a powerful ghost weapon passed down from generation to generation in his Su family. It possesses a powerful supernatural ability to dismember ghosts. Even if it is just a slight scratch, the wound will not heal.
But soon.
He seemed to think of something, smiled sinisterly, and walked a few steps forward, not far away, a white ghost wax was burning.
Under the candlelight, the old man looked terrifying.
His eyes were bloodshot, the sides of his head were empty, and his ears had been cut off.
It was as if he had experienced some kind of fierce battle.
The old ghost turned his head and pointed to his ear.
As if to say: You guessed it right, I am indeed deaf.
Such a scene.
How to see how to infiltrate people.
But Shen Jian not only didn't have the slightest fear, but nodded clearly: "It turns out that he's really fucking deaf, yo, he's still blind."
Deaf-mute ghost: ...
At this time.
Shen Jian whispered again: "Deaf man, can you really not see or hear?"
The old man shook his head.
Means I really can't hear.
"That's good……"
Shen Jian showed a strange look.
Then he looked into the house and looked at the old house.
Compared with the front yard, there are also vermilion coffins here, but instead of one, there are many, and they are displayed in rows in the room.
The positions are from small to large.
The smallest coffin can only hold a baby, then a child, teenager, youth, middle age, old age...
Sort sequentially.
On the top of the coffin, a large sacrificial character was pasted on the coffin.
Shen Jian was thoughtful.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, are these sacrifices prepared to be offered to the river god?
But according to the wishes of the folk woman ghost, the River God Festival only needs to prepare a baby ghost.
Sacrifice so many adults, what is the old man going to do?
but it does not matter.
These are his.
Shen Jian was all smiles.
Because these coffins contained ghosts.
Didn't think too much about it.
Shen Jian walked over directly, picked up a coffin and left.
He seemed to be trying to steal things from his house in front of the deaf-mute old man.
Deaf ghost:? ? ?
So blatant, isn't it?
Do you really think he is blind?
He froze for a moment.
You are blind, right? I shook my head at the time, you can’t see?
Thinking room.
When Shen Jian walked past him carrying the coffin, he even kicked him away, cursing: "Blind man, get out of here."
Deaf-mute ghost:! ! !
He was furious.
This thief really has no sympathy or quality at all.
When Shen Jian started to move the second coffin.
The deaf ghost had disappeared through the door.
By the light of the candle, Shen Jian saw that the other party was approaching step by step.
The machete in his hand was already clenched.
And looked at him with a kind of resentful eyes, as if a mouthful of old phlegm was stuck in the throat, the hoarse voice uttered sharply: "Don't pretend, human beings, since you dare to steal from my house, you should bear the consequences of doing so, kill me!" You, the first place in this hunting competition, our old Su family will accept it with a smile."
The corners of Shen Jian's mouth curled up.
"Is it just you?"
"Hehe, human, do you think that if you catch my grandson, you can let me throw a mouse? It's ridiculous. I came back from fighting in the ghost town. You can see these traces. They are all proofs that I have been in the ghost town. And this Ghost Knife, this is a relic of a ghost king, using it to kill you is considered worthy of you."
Shen Jian smiled even wider.
was aroused interest.
Cooperate: "Oh, an ordinary ghost weapon, also want to kill me?"
"Ignorant humans."
The deaf-mute ghost smiled sinisterly: "This ghost knife can cut off everything you see. Do you know what I saw? The dead line of your fate is shining. I just need to cut it lightly, and you will be killed." Die completely."
"Now, meet your death."
The deaf-mute continued to yell.
His words kept echoing in his ears.
Cut with a knife.
A ghost appeared out of thin air filled the audience.
There seemed to be a split in the whole room.
"Hehe, I don't know whether I will live or die."
The deaf-mute grinned victoriously, panting heavily.
A large piece of the arm was cracked.
It seems that using this ghost knife, he also needs to bear a certain price.
But it's worth it to kill this human being.
His condition is no longer there.
Although the top-notch red-clothed yin energy is retained, due to some accidents, the ghost can no longer be used. Only this ghost knife can completely kill this human being. ?