Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Woooo~!

In a long corridor full of artistic atmosphere, there were bursts of strange crying sounds, like evil ghosts asking for their lives.

And at the end of the gallery, a Feng Shui painting hangs.

It was a cemetery in the wilderness.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave. A man in white mourning clothes cannot tell the difference between male and female. He kneels in front of the grave, his body stiff and motionless. The pervasive sound of crying at the grave comes from this painting.

The crying grew louder and louder.

The Graveweeper also seemed to come to life.

An even more terrifying scene happened.

The Graveweeper walked out of the painting, half of his body already exposed.

The remaining half is emerging from the painting.

It wears a white filial piety hat on its head, and a white cloth hangs down to cover its face, half of its outline is faintly exposed. There is a dead air all over its body, without any breath of life.

The player whose ID is [Long Juezi] is watching all this in horror.

His name is Yang Feng, and he is an ordinary horror game player.

He got separated.

I strayed into the realm of ghost stories.

Triggered the murderous pattern of the Graveweeper.

This ubiquitous cry is a manifestation of supernatural power.

He couldn't control himself, his eyes were getting wet and his expression was becoming sad.

He covered his ears, but the sound kept coming.

What made him even more desperate was that not only could he not control his face, he couldn't even control his movements. He began to move and knelt down towards the graveyard in the painting.

The supernatural power was controlling him, making him kneel down and weep at the grave.

Yang Feng was frightened and fearful to the extreme.

The horror level of this ghost is too high.

No living person can resist it.

His expression was so sad that he was about to cry.

Yang Feng tried his best to endure it, but the moisture in his eyes was beyond his control, and the sadness in his heart reached the extreme.

He looked at the information on the chat interface and felt desperate.

Tap tap tap...

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded.

Yang Feng was shocked.

people? Or a ghost?

He glanced back from the corner of his eye.

More and more terrifying.

It's a ghost!

This is the eighth weird story on campus, the one with the head and the corpse.

Yin Chai walks with ghost ropes hanging down behind him to hang the ghost up.

It's over!

Yang Feng was completely desperate.

There are ghosts crying in the grave before, and there are evil things behind.

It was impossible for him to run away.

He finally sent a message to remind other players not to come.

This gallery will become the most dangerous place on the campus.

And he will be the first victim.

Tap tap tap...

The footsteps were getting closer.

It was like a drum beating in his heart, making him palpitate.

Close, getting closer.

Yang Feng tensed his body, waiting for death...

What are you doing kneeling here?

A voice sounded in his ear.

Yang Feng suddenly raised his head.

Then he saw Shen Jian's normal human face, looking down at him.

Rows of hoisted bodies floated around him.

Yang Feng:......

Thank you, this is scarier.

You...you are human!?

At this moment, Yang Feng said in horror.

Because he noticed the player message on Shen Jian's head.

【King of Yama himself】

【Level: 10】

Yang Feng was stunned.

Player?

This guy is actually a player!

The eighth weirdest thing on campus that they said was actually a player?

Hey, why are you talking? Of course I'm human. Isn't it obvious?

Shen Jian lowered his head and glanced at himself.

He has a nose and eyes, a heartbeat and breathing, and he can sing and dance rap, but why was he expelled?

Yang Feng:......

He glanced at the dozen ghosts around him and collapsed.

Big brother, you are haunted by evil spirits, just like your little brother. Do you believe that you are a human being?

Woooo~!

The faint crying continued.

The supernatural fatal curse paused for a moment and then evolved directly to the third stage.

The cry was dry and hoarse, beyond words.

There is an inexplicable weirdness everywhere.

The sadness that Yang Feng had just stopped suddenly emerged again.

Ma Dan, I just wanted to say it, you're crying in the grave, why are you crying so unpleasantly?

Shen Jian cursed.

He turned around and walked in the direction of the Graveweeper.

Yang Feng was startled: Brother, don't be rash. The closer you get to it, the more you can't help but think...

Snapped!

The words have not yet fallen.

The crisp sound of cunts drowned out the cries.

Yang Feng:? ? !

He was completely confused.

His pupils were shocked as he looked at everything in front of him.

Gravecrying Ghost:? ? ?

The grave-crying ghost was also confused.

Brother, you are being unreasonable.

When did the sound of crying at the grave become good? Isn’t that the case?

Your slap is a bit unreasonable.

The Graveweeper went berserk.

The white cloth covering them began to flutter, and the cries became louder.

It almost pierces the eardrums.

At the same time, his lower body was struggling to get out of the painting.

Shen Jian couldn't listen anymore.

It's noise, and noise with echo.

He took out the mourning stick in his left hand and raised the giant scythe in his right hand.

“亲爱的鬼鬼，你是想被这根和蔼的哭丧棒揍呢，还是想被这把可爱的镰刀砍呢。”

Shen Jian gave two options.

Grave Crying Ghost:......

Can I not choose?

The Graveweeper raised his hand tremblingly and chose the sickle.

Snapped.

Shen Jian fiercely pushed his big dick over: Why the hell didn't you choose the mourning stick? Do you think it's not kind enough?

Grave Crying Ghost:! ! !

You don't even give me a choice.

The Graveweeper cried.

The drizzle of pear blossoms makes me feel so wronged.

It felt like Guisheng had been insulted.

He remembered.

This human being must look good in the future.

As for now...

After the lesson just now, he became less unruly and decisively chose the mourning stick.

The next second.

Another big dick hit me.

He actually thought your sickle was not cute. I beat him for you to avenge you.

Shen Jian said to the cracked girl.

Rift Girl:......

Grave Crying Ghost:......

Ahhhh, my mentality is broken.

Tired, this world is no longer worth saving, just destroy it.

A white cloth fell.

This white cloth is the white cloth used by the Graveweeper to cover his face. On it, you can clearly see the outline of a human face. The outline of the face is strange and hollow, with a sad cry.

[Get a crying face. 】

[Crying face (incomplete): controllable. 】

[Note: Cover your face and you can get a second face. 】

Hey, this won't work anymore? I still like your unruly look, how about you recover?

Crying face:……

Shen Jian was a little stunned.

This grave-crying ghost has a poor psychological quality.

He picked up the white cloth on the ground.

The white cloth was rough and old. It wasn't so much white cloth, but it had actually been dyed gray and a little dirty. The outline of a crying face was printed on it.

This is the true form of the Grave Crying Ghost, a crying face.

This reminded Shen Jian of the scarecrow serving his sentence in the first level of the Eighteen Hells.

There happened to be a smile on his face.

Even the rules of killing are similar.

One is a smiling face that was dug out, and the other is a crying face that was printed on.

Crying and laughing, two similar grimaces.

Shen Jian put it away without intending to control it.

He likes to hunt for novelties, but that doesn't mean he is willing to become one.

the other side.

Yang Feng was stunned.

The grave-crying ghost was solved like this?

If he read correctly, the Graveweeper Ghost was definitely a white-clothed level ghost, and its level of terror was not bad even among two-star dungeons.

After all, the Grave Crying Ghost can kill people just by crying. If it weren't for the lack of movement ability, this would definitely be a difficulty only for dungeons with three stars or above.

But he was taken into custody by a level 10 player.

I am super, you are a bit unreasonable.

Even if the boss opens a trumpet, you should at least show your supernatural power.

Just relying on a few big pussy pockets can make the ghost submissive.

If you tell me this, no one can accept it.

Do you still want to kneel down? I allow you to stay flat.

Shen Jian said casually.

Yang Feng:......

He was a little embarrassed to say: My legs are weak.

It's okay, it's normal. I think back then...

Yang Feng was stunned. Could it be that the boss wanted to say that he was so scared that his legs weakened?

Ghosts also kneel to me like this, I'm used to it.

Yang Feng:......

…

at the same time.

Instructor Qian and his group, who had already approached the gallery floor, felt their hearts sink.

There was no crying.

Is it over yet?

Did Yin win? Or did the Gravecryer win?

Everyone's heart is heavy.

Because no matter what the outcome is, the lone player will not survive.

Human beings are too fragile. Even if they have supernatural props, the survival rate when faced with ghost attacks is less than one percent.

[Instructor Qian: @Long Juezi, don’t worry, I will report the information to the authorities when I get back, and there will be support staff to secretly help your family. Rest in peace. 】

Although the other party could no longer see it, instructor Qian still solemnly promised.

Just suddenly.

A message appears in the chat interface.

[Long Juezi:? ? ? 】

[Instructor Qian: It’s a scam! ! ! 】