Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

Chapter 205 Kid, have you seen my lungs?

"Uncle, have you seen my heart? My heart is gone."

The little boy spoke.

He made a crisp and childish voice, and just hearing his voice, anyone would think that this is a very cute child, staring at Kazilan's big eyes, as if begging for a lollipop.

However this time.

All the souls present are dying.

Red!

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.

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.
however……

When he looked up.

His face was completely dumbfounded.

Shen Jian lowered his head slowly.

His expression became ghastly.

"Hehe, I tried so hard to disguise my identity, but it was destroyed by you."

Shen Jian looked up.

The six infinite... ghost eyes on the back of the hand lit up at the same time.

The sky was dyed blood red.

"Since that's the case, then I won't pretend anymore. I'm showing my cards. I'm also a ghost. Ghosts can't be killed."

Deaf-mute ghost: ...

He was bewildered.

He has imagined countless possibilities - he cut off his head with one knife; if he has a life-saving tool, if he barely survives, then he will fight for another knife; if he uses the life-saving tool, he kneels down and begs for mercy, begging himself to accept him as a ghost servant.

Three possibilities.

He alone hadn't thought of it.

The other party was fine.

He also said that he is also a ghost.

Gods and ghosts can't be killed. If they are cut to death by my ghost knife, even a ghost will be dismembered.

There's nothing wrong with you.

Pretend to be Nima.

"You don't believe me? I'm really a ghost, otherwise how could I be fine?"

Shen Jian's figure flashed.

The hand was already on the deaf-mute ghost's fuzzy shoulder, and the tone was faint: "Do you want to make another stab to verify this possibility?"

Deaf-mute ghost:! ! !

His scalp tingled.

Obviously he is the ghost, but at this moment he actually felt an emotion called horror.

This is clearly a pitiful expression that only humans can show.

this human.

What is going on! ?
"No... Xiaowa, ah no, brother, listen to me..."

The deaf ghost tried to explain.

However, Shen Jian already gave a strange laugh, "There is no need to explain, my identity as a ghost has been exposed, if I keep you, there will only be one more person who knows my identity, and only if you die, will my secret not be revealed..."

Done.

"Ah ah ah."

The same scream sounded again.

The players outside could be heard trembling in fear.

A moment of silence for the ghosts inside.

Ghosts scare people, and ghosts kill people. Naturally, that person can also scare ghosts and kill ghosts. It's just that they have only seen one case of this kind of thing so far.

It may also be the only case.

……

inside the house.

The deaf-mute knelt down.

Shen Jian sat on a coffin and said condescendingly: "Now we can talk about it, have you ever been to a ghost town?"

"Of course, I entered seven times and exited seven times, killing through a street. These traces are what I left when I fought."

The deaf-mute was still bragging, but Shen Jian's eyes had become sharp.

Deaf-mute ghost: ...

"Well, I admit, I was the one caught under the armpit when my ancestors came in and out seven times."

Shen Jian nodded in satisfaction.

If this group can enter and exit seven ghost cities seven times, he will be suspicious of this ghost city and that ghost city.

"That old ancestor of yours is the ghost king? Where is he now?"

"do not know."

"Ok?"

"I really don't know." The deaf-mute ghost covered his face, afraid that Shen Jian would fall down again, and quickly said: "The ancestors were galloping in the ghost town, and for some reason, there seems to be some kind of change in the ghost town, which caused some The old ancestor was also one of the ghosts who came out of the ghost city, he placed me near Sujia Village, and asked me to sacrifice the village to the River God when the time is right."

"This ghost knife is also left by the ancestors. It is said that if the river god is disobedient, he can selectively dismember her."

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

Something happened in the ghost town, he believed it.

Otherwise, how could the soul-calling ghost summon the ghost from the ghost town, and how could the amnesia ghost come out of the ghost town.

All this shows that some kind of major change has occurred in the ghost town.

"Where is the ghost town?"

"I don't know. After something happened in the ghost town, it completely disappeared into the ghost domain. Ah, don't fight, don't fight. The ancestors left a few classics. There may be clues there."

"You'd better find out, otherwise I don't have to wait to sacrifice to the river god, I'll catch you all first."

Shen Jian kicked him viciously.

Holding the ghost knife, he walked outside.

Aunt Ghost's information was wrong.

The other party didn't want to trouble her husband, but trouble the whole village.

(End of this chapter)