A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 103 I conquered Che Hao!

"Take the gun!"

Following Zhong Xie's loud shout, Kuster was frightened and shook all over, but he still quickly took the ghost gun and started shooting at the mad bull Che Hao, firing six bullets in a row before stopping.

Due to the influence of the term [Triple], Mad Bull was hit by a total of eight bullets, while Kuster secretly glanced at Zhong Xie, then pretended to be exhausted and put down the gun.

The last time, the shooting between Zhong Xie and the Train Ghost Story stopped after six shots. As a petty-minded ghost story like Zhong Xie, Kuster naturally knew that he could not stand out at will.

Being outshined by ghost stories in a place like this, Zhong Xie, as the owner, might not say anything openly, but next time he would probably ask him to release [Burning Hell] to give it a try.

Ha ha.

Now these six consecutive attacks can still be barely tolerated, but the ultimate move may not be a problem, as it is a terrifying ability that will almost certainly empty all the stored energy and strength.

Life is not easy, sighed Ku Lao.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have learned another familiar appearance and needed to take Zhong Xie's psychology into consideration.

Small and cute too.

It's okay, it's great to have done this.

Kuster: “…”

This seems to be the line of Miss Black Goat in the past.

"what did you do to me?"

Crazy Bull Che Hao's body recovered quickly, but after recovery he was horrified to find that his stomach had bulged.

A beer belly appeared, which was not supposed to exist, and it was quickly turning into a pregnant belly.

"Hehe." A sinister smile appeared on the face of Zhong Xie, the god of fertility, and he looked eagerly at Che Hao's belly.

He is a typical fan of weird stories and only loves weird stories.

For example, regarding the ability of the Kaidan Gun, he would never point the gun at humans, because that would only produce humans.

Human beings are so boring. With such a sophisticated ability of the ghost story gun in front of us, if anything happens, it will definitely be a ghost story.

Therefore, when it is necessary to shoot humans, Zhong Xie will give the gun to Kuster, and only when it is necessary to shoot strange creatures will he consider letting him do it.

It doesn't mean he has to do it himself. After all, every bullet will consume his energy and vitality. He is not such a casual person.

"You!" Crazy Bull Che Hao could feel that there was a big problem with his body. He began to become weak and bloated, and even a peculiar kind of pessimism and irritability was provoked by something.

Coupled with the sinister expression of Zhong Xie in front of him, his mentality collapsed instantly. The nails on his hands grew longer and stabbed directly into his neck, ending his life with one blow.

His body fell straight down, his eyes gradually became lifeless, and he never came back to life.

"Eh? Damn, one corpse and nine lives!" Zhong Xie watched Che Hao die in front of him and did not resurrect here, and his heart suddenly became panicked.

He remained calm in the face of Che Hao's attack, but he would make a scene if anything happened to Che Hao and Kuster's offspring.

Kuster clenched the Ghost Talk Gun in his hand, stopped the rushing Zhong Xie, and said calmly: "It's okay, through the Ghost Talk Gun, I can feel that those descendants did not disappear, but were reborn in another place with his ability."

"That's good." Zhong Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

"This Che Hao really used his regenerative ability to escape to a safe place." Peng Xiujie, who was under the sofa, felt extremely sorry that he did not take this opportunity to destroy this mad bull in one fell swoop.

The key point is that he just couldn't help but remind him loudly, and he showed it in front of Che Hao. If he can't deal with Che Hao next time, with this guy's vengeful character, he will probably be retaliated against continuously.

"It's okay. If I had this ability, I would definitely leave corpses all over the world and scatter my body parts everywhere." Zhong Xie had a certain understanding of this ability, and then looked at Peng Xiujie, "Couldn't you deal with this guy before? I think any bloody ghost story above level 40 can subdue him if you are careful in the battle."

Zhong Xie's own physical fitness is roughly equivalent to that of a level 30 bloody ghost story, but the human body is still relatively fragile, and one can die if hit in the vitals by accident.

However, the bloody ghost stories are not afraid of this ordinary physical damage. Even if they are really injured, they can return to the ghost story master's sea of consciousness to recuperate after being on the verge of death.

Shen Junyi also nodded. He had the same feeling just now. The ability of this mad bull was indeed abnormal, but at the moment it was extremely biased.

His own physical fitness is really limited, which cannot support his ability to display strange stories, and his offensive output efficiency is also very low.

Although he was a little clever and thought of using "poison" as a more efficient output method, he was still very weak.

Some strange creatures have strong resistance to poison, and Che Hao's poison really can't hurt anyone.

Zhong Xie's reaction speed is much faster than Che Hao's, and his control over his body also crushes his opponent, so he doesn't have to worry about an opponent of this level at all.

"This... is because we have just completed the practice of supernatural powers and have not yet reached the stage of harvesting ghost story eggs." Peng Xiujie scratched his head awkwardly, "Maybe some gifted young deans have harvested one or two ghost stories, but most people still haven't."

In this particular environment, this mad bull Che Hao is very difficult to deal with, and is at the level of randomly punching and kicking someone in a mental hospital.

In the future, when these young deans grow up a little, they may not be afraid of the fearless fighting style of Mad Bull, but by that time, Che Hao may have other strange stories.

As long as he could use the power of ghost stories to strengthen himself, and coordinate with some random ghost stories, this immortal ability still had great potential and could be raised to a level that ordinary young dean could do nothing about.

And Che Hao, who is proficient in resurrection...

How could it not develop?

This is also the reason why Peng Xiujie is afraid of this kind of madman. Once he is entangled by him, he will probably have no good life for the rest of his life.

"Then why doesn't he use a gun? Is this guy an idiot?" Zhong Xie felt puzzled.

Since the defense is maxed out, isn't it easy to attack?
Wouldn't it be nice to be proficient in firearms?
You must have seen Asians, right?

If you have hot weapons, it will be much easier to defeat other young deans. At worst, you can tame a few parasitic monsters with rifles, sniper rifles, etc., and fight with yourself as the core, right?
"Gun..." Peng Xiujie seemed to have just thought of this, so he frowned slightly, "Maybe the battle between young deans must be decided by ghost stories? This seems to be our default rule."

Zhong Xie shrugged, thinking that these people were boring.

If you want to play chicken, then play it without rules. It's so hard to elect a dean, but he was killed by a few guns from the army in the war zone. Isn't that a huge joke?
How can a young dean who can’t survive a hail of bullets be qualified to call himself a genius?
Ever since he learned from Sister Shui, Zhong Xie has become a staunch gun supporter.

It would be best if I could study with Sister Shui for a few days, then get a legal gun license from the authorities and look for other components of He Chenguang...

"Okay, let's go find him now." Zhong Xie calculated the time and realized that the effect of Che Hao's strange gun was about to be triggered, so he kicked Kuster and said, "Let's go find the guy running around with the ball."

Kuster shrugged, not caring at all about what Zhong Xie said.

Anyway, there are so many different genders, so it’s not surprising that anything happens under the influence of ghost stories.

"I'll go with you."

Peng Xiujie immediately expressed his desire to follow along, as he had a vague feeling that Zhong Xie was more powerful than the average young dean.

Zhong Xie's ghost story level may not be high, only in the twenties, but the sense of security he gives people is something that even a ghost story master at level sixty or seventy cannot bring.

To have this sense of security, Zhong Xie doesn’t need to do anything actively; just standing there is enough.

Zhong Xie, this is a guy who stands unmoved in the torrent. Just looking at his back can bring peace to the soul, just like being injected with a sedative.

He is indifferent to any danger and can drive away powerful enemies with laughter and scolding. This kind of charm is absolutely not possessed by ordinary young dean.

"Okay, but only you can follow, and you are not allowed to contact other young deans, including your fellow patient who is practicing Taoism." Zhong Xie glanced at Peng Xiujie and did not refuse.

Ever since Peng Xiujie subconsciously reminded him to be careful, he already had basic trust in this guy.

When a "powerful enemy" attacks, being able to come up and help at the risk of being exposed has met the most basic requirement of a companion in Zhong Xie's mind.

But forget about the immortal cultivator, he doesn't trust him. If he finds a mad cow, it would be boring if he is surrounded by a bunch of young deans protecting him when he is in love with his child.

"Okay." Peng Xiujie hesitated a little, but still agreed.

Zhong Xie walked out the door, and before leaving, he told Li Hao to stay at home and not to open the door no matter who came.

"what!"

"Ah!"

In the empty storage room, Che Hao's shouts resounded through the sky.

He knew that the storage room was well soundproofed, so he shouted without restraint.

It was a normal birth, both mother and child are safe, four boys and four girls, corresponding to the male and female signs in the calls.

Eight rat men were lined up neatly in front of him. Judging from the expressions on their faces, they were close to him and had a blood relationship with him that was thicker than water.

Looking at the eight different-looking ratmen in front of him, Che Hao couldn't help but feel annoyed: "Damn, what exactly is the power of this broken gun?"

Why can he do this?

Having eight children in one birth completely goes against normal rules.

Fortunately, only a few people knew about this embarrassing thing. Thinking of this, he controlled the poisonous nails to extend from his hands, wanting to kill all these rat babies with a dark history.

However, when he was about to make his move, looking at these adorable little mice, Che Hao put his raised hand down again.

He can't.

I can't bear to kill these eight little mice.

So Che Hao sighed, retracted his nails and gave up the idea.

He felt that he was affected by something in his body, but he didn't care much. In the end, he opened his arms and embraced the mice.

His heart was suddenly filled with warmth and tenderness. These mouse kids were emitting the same strange power as himself, which made him feel extremely comfortable.

The baby mice were also exceptionally well-behaved, staying quietly beside their mother, guarding her body which was weakened by childbirth.

Che Hao watched the baby mice being born, watched them grow up, watched them mature, watched them age, and watched them die.

die?!
His eyes widened, as if he had just realized that these little mice had experienced a mouse's entire life in just five minutes.

No, why?
Why do you have such a short life?!
He held up the dead children in his hands. The pain of an old man sending off a black-haired mouse made his heart ache and he shed silent tears.

The bodies of the mouse babies gradually decomposed themselves.

And then grow, and be back to new in seconds?
"Wow." The first mouse baby to die was the first to resurrect and cheered loudly to his mother.

Ok?
"Resurrection... This is my ability. You really do possess my ability!" Che Hao fell into ecstasy. He had already felt from his previous contact with the mouse babies that these mouse babies obeyed his orders and had relatively strong bodies.

Although they are not particularly advanced bloody ones, they have the advantage of having an almost immortal body!
"Pika pika."

“Clap, clap.”

"Moreu!"

The mouse babies made various sounds belonging to mice to show their friendliness towards Che Hao's presence.

Thank you so much. This guy named Zhong Xie wanted to insult my personality by getting pregnant and giving birth to a child, but I didn’t expect that they could survive safely after obtaining my abilities, right?
Hahahahaha!
Che Hao stared at these cute little mice, and his emotions changed as he watched.

The mouse babies had just nearly died and disappeared. This fear made him restless and made him eager to do something to change everything.

At the same time, a special idea inexplicably appeared in Che Hao's mind.

like……

I can.

I can.

I love you so much, you are my children.

You are mine.

Let us never be apart, we are one.

We will never separate!

Che Hao's hands slowly reached out to the mouse babies and grabbed their bodies.

His hands were dissolving.

The mouse baby's body is dissolving.

"Pika?" The mouse baby looked back at Che Hao, as if it understood what Che Hao wanted to do. Because of its closeness to its mother, it did not refuse.

The cells of the two merged together under the influence of the strange story, forming a brand new arm.

Che Hao waved his new arm. He could feel the soul of the mouse baby living in it, and his new arm possessed extremely powerful power.

It seemed to contain all the muscles of the mouse baby's body.

With a light tap, the cabinet in front of him suddenly broke into pieces. The furniture in the venue was all made of solid wood. Such terrifying power might even be greater than that of Zhong Xie!
We are integrated, we are strong, we are Che Hao!
Che Hao's heart was filled with infinite joy, and he immediately merged completely with the other several mouse babies.

I'll form the head!

You make up my body!

After the fusion, Che Hao's whole body became larger, and his physical fitness was visibly strong, which made him fearless.

"Great, I'm gradually crushing everything!"

Che Hao immediately checked his body and found that he was incomparably strong. With such a healthy body, even his bipolar disorder was relieved a lot.

"Zhong Xie, you are really the best in my life!" He was so ecstatic that his face was distorted, and then he saw Zhong Xie pushing open the door of the utility room in response.

"Eh? What do you want me to do?" Zhong Xie blinked his innocent eyes. He looked at the muscular man Che Hao and his expression suddenly changed. "Where's your child? Where's my child?"

"Kid? Hahaha, wait until I kill you, and then you'll naturally know where they went!" Che Hao clenched his fists arrogantly and walked towards Zhong Xie step by step, with a completely different sense of oppression from before.

"Female among females." Kuster raised his hand and activated the ability of the entry, turning Che Hao into a temporary female, and also turning Che Hao's derivatives into females.

The rat babies.

Then he tasted it and felt something was wrong, so he asked tentatively: "Li Ding?"

Che Hao stood there in shock, his feet not moving.

Kuster continued to give orders: "Turn right!"

Che Hao's body turned to the right without being controlled by his brain. He screamed in fear: "What did you do to me?!"

Kuster knew what was going on, and he looked at Zhong Xie and gave the answer: "He seems to have absorbed those offspring. Under the influence of the terms, the offspring are regarded as female and listen to me, so now he..."

"I can only control my head, I can't control anything else."

Zhong Xie looked at Kuster, then at Che Hao who was frozen in place, and couldn't help but pump his fist and shout, striking a classic pose:

"Che Hao, got it!"

　Achievement [Inhumane Acts]: Capture the first human (except spiritual humans).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)