Chapter 319 Let You Run 99 Meters First

There was chaos in the auction house.

The members led by the Night Ghost King rushed all the way from the main entrance into the auction hall, and supernatural beings spread wherever they passed.

The group of ghosts melted away, wailing everywhere, and turned into a faceless ghost.

And the other side.

In this chaos, the Skeleton Ghost immediately stepped onto the auction stage, throwing out a piece of soft shrouded human skin, rolling up countless lots.

Among them is the three-star meat ghost photographed by Shen Jian.

On stage.

Uncle Chen stepped back while holding the microphone, with a horrified look on his face: "These are things from the supernatural auction house, and there are also lots taken by the owner of Box No. 1. If you take them away like this, you will regret it later."

He did not expect that the deputy leader of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect would be so bold that he would openly lead his gang members to attack the supernatural auction house and steal all the items.

If it was just like this, he felt that the owner of the auction house would bear the loss alone, but among the lots snatched away by the skeleton ghost, there was also Shen Jian, the three-star meat ghost of the big boss.

Based on his understanding of this big boss, he will never give up.

This group of people will be in bad luck later.

The skeleton ghost opened the corners of his ferocious and twisted mouth and mocked: "Hehehe... So what if I robbed your things?"

"This so-called supernatural auction house, the so-called Fierce Ghost Gang, or the owner of box number one, look...does anyone dare to stop me?"

The words just fell.

The surrounding scene glowed red.

Shen Jian suddenly appeared on the auction stage.

There was a strange and strange smile on his face: "Jie Jie Jie, I just seemed to hear you mention me. Say it again, what do I dare not do?"

Hearing this familiar voice, the skeleton ghost's face froze.

This voice was the owner of Box No. 1.

He immediately became alert.

Although he boasts a lot about his awesomeness, in fact, he is still very afraid of the owner of box number one. After all, the opponent has a ghost arm in his hand. Although he has never controlled it, it is enough to suppress an abyss-level arm in his hand. Fierce ghost.

If the Night Ghost King hadn't come to support him, he really wouldn't have dared to launch an attack.

But now...

A mere Shen Jian is nothing to be afraid of.

Just as the skeleton ghost was thinking this, Shen Jian had already taken out the mourning stick. As soon as the red light burst out, he swung it up and hit the opponent on the head.

But it seems he is not relieved.

The next second, Shen Jian suddenly stretched out a hand, grabbed the skeleton ghost, and pushed him to the ground.

Looking at the skeleton ghost who has not yet reacted.

Shen Jian smiled sinisterly, "I haven't decided yet whether to rob the things here, so you'd better rob my things first. Thief Sun, you are quite good at playing."

Skeleton Ghost:? ? ?

heard this speech.

He was slightly startled.

God, you haven't decided whether to grab it or not.

Even if we don't come to grab it, you will plan to grab it later.

They are all here to rob, who is nobler than whom?

The two sides looked at each other.

I thought it was a sign of sympathy between the robbers, but unexpectedly, Shen Jian raised the mourning stick in his hand again and beat him down.

"ah!"

The skeleton ghost let out a scream.

"It's better to hit people like this. I beat you like that before. Although the ghost hand can hurt you, it won't affect your actions at all."

There was a hint of satisfaction on Shen Jian's face.

Skeleton Ghost:! ! !

Damn it, admit it.

You finally fucking admitted that you just hit me.

While screaming, he looked at Shen Jian with hateful eyes.

"You'd better let me go. You should have seen it just now. Our Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect has brought many good people to break into this place. We will arrive here soon. You can't escape. Let me go and offer sacrifices to ghosts and gods." arm, join my Ten Thousand Ghost Cult, so that you can still have a life left."

Shen Jian's beating movements paused.

There seemed to be hesitation.

See this.

The skeleton ghost was overjoyed and continued to strike while the iron was hot: "With your strength, as long as you present the supernatural puzzle pieces of ghosts and gods, you will definitely be able to rise rapidly in our Wangui Sect. Even if you take my position as the deputy leader, it is only a matter of time."

"You're right. Let's do this. I'll let you run 99 meters first. If you can escape, I won't arrest you."

Shen Jian stopped what he was doing and suggested.

Hear this.

The skeleton ghost became even more excited.

Because this means that Shen Jian has given up.

What's the difference between letting him run 99 meters first and letting him go directly?

It’s just a step up.

After all, they are all abyss level ghosts, and they also need face.

He was sure that even if he didn't run 99 meters, Shen Jian would not chase him again.

then.

He stood up.

Without hesitation, he turned around and ran.

Where Shen Jian couldn't see it, the malice in his eyes had already overflowed.

too young.

Still too young.

How could he let go of this man who beat him three times.

Shen Jian will not die here, his skeleton ghost's name is written upside down.

Thinking.

He has run 99 meters.

Looking back subconsciously, Shen Jian was not chasing after him. He just raised his palm and spread his fingers.

Then.

He muttered softly:

"Lefa Taiyi!"

The words fell.

A purple plasma thunder column shot out.

It penetrated the skeleton ghost's chest in an instant.

Skeleton Ghost:? ! !

He lowered his head stiffly and looked at his body.

Completely confused.

Damn it.

It turns out that this is what I was asked to run 99 meters first.

You are a real dog.

The skeleton ghost was filled with grief and anger.

Let him run 99 meters first, and then use an instant attack of 100 meters in one second to make him desperate.

He has never seen a ghost more evil than this man in his life.

thump.

The skeleton ghost slowly fell down.

Nothing supernatural.

On the side, Uncle Chen looked at the scene in front of him stupidly.

Lei... Leifa! ?

I am super.

Brother, your style of painting is wrong.

In a world where horror games invade, weird resurgences, and mysterious arrivals, you directly used the thunder method that can only exist in the extraordinary world. Are you sure this is reasonable?

and.

Even if it is really the so-called ghost's supernatural ability, if it can be used instantly to kill an abyss-level ghost and cause it to freeze immediately, the supernatural strength cannot match it.

What kind of supernatural being can instantly kill the Ghost King?

That's outrageous.

He just felt that his worldview was about to collapse.

When he overestimated Shen Jian's strength again and again, Shen Jian was always able to refresh his cognitive abilities again and again.

From letting the ghost king call him daddy in public, to instantly killing an abyss-level ghost, there seems to be no end in sight to Shen Jian's strength.

This is ridiculous.

Thriller games have only been invading for a few years, how could anyone reach this point.

This is no longer as simple as opening a stage with the supernatural circle.

You can't even see the tail gas lights at all.

They stood behind them, but they couldn't even catch up with Shen Jian's back.

This gap is so huge that it is despairing.

Naturally, I don’t know what Uncle Chen is thinking at this time.

At this moment, Shen Jian had fallen into an inexplicable excitement.

After packing the skeleton ghost, he left without hesitation.

…

the other side.

The forty-odd players trapped in the auction hall have shrunk into a corner.

Some players kept smoking dry cigarettes, spitting out a large amount of smoke, forming a thick white smoke.

Constantly resisting the spread of black smoke.

"It's useless, it's useless. This dry smoke is just a supernatural prop. It cannot resist the supernatural powers of an abyss-level ghost. It is only a matter of time before it is invaded."

"It's over. Based on my experience, the killing pattern of the black fog should be active. As long as you move half a step in the black fog, the killing pattern will be triggered, and the entire face will be melted and turned into a faceless man."

"It's not that simple. If only the five senses were lost, then the ghosts in the black fog would not be stagnant one by one. There must be some unknown supernatural effect."

"Damn it, is this the first crisis we have encountered in the ghost town? This horror game basically wants us to die. There is no chance of survival at all."

under threat of death.

Countless players felt a little broken inside.

The largest ghost organization in the ghost town attacked an auction house and sent out two abyss-level ghosts.

For players, this is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow.

Even if they are not on a frontal battlefield, with their level of terror, the aftermath of a supernatural collision anywhere is enough to kill them.

In this case, survival depends entirely on luck.

"Hehehe, it turns out there are rats hiding here."

at this time.

A sinister laughter sounded.

A ghost with scars all over its body and hollow eyes, with a will-o'-the-wisp burning in the hollow, walked over.

He chuckled in a hoarse voice.

Like a hunter teasing his prey.

Seeing the prey, the two will-o'-the-wisps in his empty eye sockets became more and more intense.

However.

Just the next moment.

The players who were originally ashen-faced suddenly became quiet, and the panic on their faces turned into weird ones.

Undead Ghost King:? ? ?

He was a little confused.

"Aren't you afraid?"

He was a ghost king-level ghost from the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, and most of the ghosts in front of him who were making fire together were at the Qingyi level. He couldn't understand why such ghosts, who were at the bottom of the food chain, weren't afraid of him.

Hear this.

The players hiding in the corner looked at him with even weirder and incomprehensible expressions.

The scholar looked behind the Undead Ghost King, hesitated, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Undead Ghost King:? ? ?

What the hell is your problem?

I am a ghost king.

I'm afraid of eggs.

Shouldn't it be you who should be afraid?

He was just wondering.

Is there a big hand like a cattail leaf fan already? He put his arm on the shoulder of the Undead Ghost King and said faintly: "Brother, aren't you scared?"

Undead Ghost King:! !

Damn it.

He was startled.

Almost jumped up.

Someone came behind him, and he didn't even notice it. What a ghost.

He turned his head abruptly.

The first thing he saw was not the figure on his shoulders, but the horrifying scene behind the figure.

All I saw was a scene of billowing smoke.

A fierce ghost with a familiar face was lifted out of thin air by a blood-stained ghost rope and dragged in mid-air.

Below, an old man with colored paper was spreading out a sack and stuffing the corpses of ghosts into it.

Among them, there are many ghosts like him who have the ghost king level.

Even above, he saw his captain, a ghost king who was infinitely close to the abyss level, being hoisted out of thin air and then thrown into a sack.

There is no dignity at all.

Undead Ghost King:...

He was completely confused.

what's the situation?

At this time.

The figure who put his hand on his shoulder spoke again: "Do you have any last words?"

Hear this.

The Ghost King of the Undead made Lingling shudder.

Only then could he see clearly that the end of the bloody hemp rope was tied to the man's wrist.

He looked up blankly and saw Shen Jian's strangely smiling face.

He was very familiar with that look of a hunter looking at his prey.

Because that's how he looked at the player just now.

There was silence for a second.

He turned to escape back into the mist.

Shen Jian picked up the mourning stick and smashed it hard.

"ah."

A shrill wail echoed.

"Ah, brother, don't fight, don't fight, I was wrong, wrong."

The Ghost King of the Undead gave in completely.

I feel like crying inside.

Even the captain was dead, and he actually didn't have much hope in his heart, but he was a ghost king anyway, how could he surrender directly.

This is so embarrassing.

But if he surrenders after being oppressed by strong power, he can still retain a little face.

After all, he didn't really want to surrender, but he had no choice.

Seeing that Shen Jian's stick had not stopped, the Undead Ghost King shouted again: "Brother, the only ones here who can ignore the black fog terrain are me and the Night Ghost King. Only you let me go. I promise not to tell your whereabouts, and you also If you can hide here and spend your time safely, I guarantee that you won’t meet a single ghost.”

The Undead Ghost King put forward his own conditions.

Shen Jian:? ? ?

Can't find one?

Are you going to go against me?

If I don't meet a ghost, I'll do it to you later.

Shen Jian stared at the Undead Ghost King with dangerous eyes.

The mourning stick was raised again, threatening: "Take back what you just said."

Players:? ? ?

Undead Ghost King:? ? ?

no.

Are you still not satisfied?

You must know that if I am discovered doing this, I will be dismembered and there will never be any hope of supernatural recovery.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little stagnant.

The Undead Ghost King was about to cry without tears and said: "Brother, this is really the limit of what I can do. The order of the Wangui Cult is to turn this place into a dead land, and then capture the owner here to frighten the ghost city. I Letting you go is too risky."

Shen Jian was slightly startled.

Suddenly an idea came to me.

"You just said you could prevent others from discovering the abnormality here?"

The Undead Ghost King nodded: "Yes, brother, as you can see, my supernatural power allows me to ignore these environmental effects, and people who hold my will-o'-the-wisp fire can also receive my communications."

He pointed to his eye sockets with strong will-o'-the-wisps and explained:

"My main task is to find the evil ghost hiding here and report the coordinates to others. As long as I say that I have searched here, others will not come here to search again."

"In other words, as long as you say that the owner of the auction house is here, the Night Ghost King and others will all gather here?"

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows, and his gaze towards the Undead Ghost King became softer and more enthusiastic.

Undead Ghost King:...

"Theoretically, that's the case."

Hear this.

The smile on Shen Jian's face became even brighter.

He patted the Undead Ghost King on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Very good, please report the coordinates. Report the coordinates here to everyone."

Undead Ghost King:? ? ?