Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

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The little boy in front of him was a red-clothed ghost.

At the same time, he was also the "dead" in the first seven funerals.

Everyone panicked.

Even the ancient instructor is no exception.

He is the instructor of the magic city, so he is naturally impressed by the level of the city leader. He has personally witnessed an A-level supernatural event raging in the magic city, and was imprisoned by the city leader within 10 minutes.

However, when he asked if the other party had the ability to suppress the red-clothed ghosts by himself, the person in charge of the city told him that unless he inherited a ghost-level ghost, no matter how strong a four-star player was, he could only fight against it. , and cannot be suppressed, let alone imprisoned or even completely killed Li Gui.

And what was in front of them right now was a ghost of this level.

Right now.

Shen Jian, who was still at Gongtai, stepped out at some point.

blocked in front of all players.

this moment.

Even Tang Xin's two daughters, who were not familiar with Shen Jian, were shocked.

This back view.

Really like dad.

In times of crisis, it can shelter them from wind and rain.

Fang Yuan's words were not wrong.

Shen Jian is indeed a clear stream of horror games, the light of mankind.

Even if the red-clothed ghost was in front of him, he would stand in front of others without hesitation and face the most terrifying attack of the ghost.

This is a "noble" person.

until……

Shen Jian walked out with a face full of excitement, and said the same horrifying words.

"Uncle has never seen your heart."

"Do you think this is good? Tell uncle what your heart looks like, and then leave a contact information. When I get a similar heart next time, I will let you pick it up."

Click.

Everyone just felt that something was broken in their hearts.

(noble) strike out.

little boy:? ? ?

A moment of sluggishness flashed through his little head.

dig?

This term seems to be up to me.

"Don't be so troublesome, uncle, isn't your heart just right?"

soon.

The little boy smiled sullenly again.

While talking, he walked towards this side step by step.

Under the shroud, a blood hole became more and more clear, and it was dripping with blood. The more one looked at it, the more numb the scalp felt.

Faintly, they even had the urge to take out their hearts and fill the little boy's wounds.

"You are wrong, kid. I just had my heart replaced not long ago. People who meet me say that I have no heart and no lungs. Speaking of which, you just lack a heart. I not only lack a heart. No heart, no lungs."

Speaking of which.

Shen Jian began to look at the little boy in reverse, his gaze became more and more dangerous.

"Kid, have you seen my lungs?"

little boy:? ! !

He froze.

He was quite confused by Shen Jian's anti-client behavior.

Just froze in place.

"Little friend, do you have lungs? My lungs are gone."

Shen Jian spoke again.

Be more active.

The same footsteps are approaching.

The little boy stood there, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

You fucking said all my words, what did I say?

I thought about it.

He forcibly ended the last topic, and said in a deep voice: "The incense in front is my tribute, the coffin is my bed, and this is my home. You rushed into my house to destroy it?"

while talking.

The cold resentment in him kept rising.

"I didn't do it."

Shen Jian flatly denied it.

"We only rushed over to check the situation when we heard the movement. The man in black who destroyed your house has already gone there. It's a pity, if you caught up just now, you might still be able to catch up."

little boy:……

Dog things, when you lie, your face doesn't blush and your heart doesn't beat

His momentum froze.

If he hadn't witnessed all this with his own eyes, he might really have believed the other party's nonsense.

"But fortunately, the man in black seems to have come to steal tribute food, and your home is still intact."

Shen Jian spoke again at this time.

The little boy froze for a moment.

Then look sideways.

Three sticks of incense burned together, and a long stick fell off the table.

The vermilion coffin in front of the tribute platform was neatly trimmed.

Split from the middle.

Is this what you mean by keeping it as it is?

You really come here with your mouth open.

Even ghosts lie.

"Don't pretend, I saw you broke my incense, split my coffin, and destroyed my home, you deserve to die."

The little boy finally couldn't take it anymore.

Under the bloody shroud, corpse water seeped out from the blood hole.

Just when he was about to hit Shen Jian hard.

He found that Shen Jian's expression also became scary.

"Did you see it? Since you saw it, you can't be left alive."

little boy:! ! !

next moment.

Shen Jian strode forward.

Take back the Ghost Scythe.

He took out a white bone stick and smashed it on his head.

"Hmph, that's it? The closer the distance, the more terrifying my ghost will be."

The little boy was startled at first, and then smiled with disdain:

"Try how it feels to take out your heart... Hey, hey, you made a mistake, you should stand where you are now, and then take out your heart. This is wrong, you start again... Ah! "

boom.

The voice did not fall.

The mourning stick was smashed down hard.

The little boy's mind went blank immediately.

Withstood a blow that didn't belong to my age.

"Ah ah ah."

In screams.

The little boy looked sad and angry.

He was obviously the victim, but why was he the one who was beaten.

What kind of fate did he cultivate in his life, to meet such an unreasonable cub.

"Don't go too far. This is my home. My grandfather is still at home. If you wake him up, you will die a miserable death."

The more the little boy thought about it, the angrier he became, and he roared unwillingly.

"Oh, you still have a grandpa at home?"

Shen Jian's eyes flickered.

more excited.

The ghosts of the grandparents must have a certain understanding of hunting customs and culture.

Beat the little boy unconscious again with a stick.

Shen Jian skillfully took out the soul-binding bag and stuffed it in.

This village chief's family is a proper treasure family.

A little boy is already a red-clothed ghost.

Then how bad could his grandfather be?

It is definitely a red-clothed ghost.

Before there is no ghost king to harvest, the red-clothed level is already the highest level of ghosts he can catch.

If one is let go, he will wake up at night and slap himself painfully.

"Be careful, there is an old ghost in this old house, please pay more attention, and remember to notify me as soon as you see him."

Shen Jian came back and seriously instructed.

Several people opened their mouths.

I really want to say that this little boy made such a shrill scream, if there were other ghosts in the old house, they should have rushed out to attack, but there is no movement now, there is only one possibility.

The ghost was not sure either.

Can only hide in the dark.

dare not come out at all.

But in the end.

They still nodded in unison.

Even the ancient instructor did not make any further comments at this time.

Convinced to follow.