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

Looking at the good brother lying on the ground, looking like he had lost his mind and was in a trance, the ghost king in white felt his heart skip a beat.

He knew that his elder brother was a bit playful on weekdays.

He often relies on his ghost king-level strength to bully the small and specializes in playing tricks on challengers.

But it's not like he lowers his status in public and puts on a show of being smashed by humans.

Just be careless.

The ghost king in white thought so.

The uneasy thoughts were immediately suppressed.

He walked towards Shen Jian who continued to gallop towards him, his long-tongued face full of confidence.

Hear this.

The ghosts calmed down a little.

It turned out to be a joke on them.

They thought that the ghost king-level ghosts were not strong enough for this human being to beat him with a stick.

A false alarm.

The ghosts breathed a sigh of relief.

Right.

How could the mighty Ghost King be knocked down with a stick so easily?

If you tell it, wouldn't it be a big joke in the world?

"This gentleman has such a good attitude. If it were me, I would have slapped this human being to death a long time ago. How could I have thought about joking? Not to mention, I was shocked. I thought that the Ghost King was really killed. The stick is overturned."

"Indeed, I didn't even see any flaws just now. His acting skills were perfect."

"No way, this acting is a bit exaggerated. If you observe more carefully, you will find that the Ghost King was too cooperative when he was beaten away. He just flew out as soon as he was hit by the stick. No matter what, he had to remain in a stalemate. Two rounds, it’s too fake and not real enough.”

"I'm afraid that human being has mistakenly thought that his own strength has played a role, and he is complacent."

A group of haunted house NPCs are still discussing.

The hunter's gloomy look returned to their eyes.

When this human being thought he could suppress the Ghost King, he suppressed the opponent with overwhelming force, giving this human being the deepest despair.

This transition from hope to despair is undoubtedly the most devastating blow to mankind.

really.

Or adults can play.

He was no longer satisfied with simply scaring, intimidating, and killing people. Instead, he started to play more advanced psychological warfare with the intention of defeating the human mind.

Think of this.

A look of surprise appeared in the eyes of all the fierce ghosts.

Worship.

Then.

Just the next second.

Their faces froze.

I saw the ghost king in white being knocked to the ground with a stick.

Then I saw the human being lift up his forty-six feet and step on the adult's face.

Ghost King in White:? ? ?

Damn it!

What the hell are you doing? Why don’t you hit someone in the face?

Don’t you understand this?

Passively enduring Shen Jian's violent insults, the ghost king in white could only curl up.

Although he knows that this human being may not be simple.

But I didn't expect it to be crushed.

It's not him who crushes others, it's this human being who crushes him.

If you have never faced it head-on, you will never understand the palpitations you feel when you stand in front of this human being. It is a kind of terrifying feeling that if you hit it with a stick, you will completely freeze.

It's so horrible.

I should have known better than to take advantage of this.

Crackling.

Crackling!

The sound of beatings continued.

A group of haunted house NPCs:? ? ?

They were stunned.

If the long-tongued ghost king just now was acting to give this human being the illusion that he can defeat the ghost king, then what the hell are you doing?

Is it possible that you are also acting?

But here are the two of you with the highest level of terror.

and.

Even if he is acting, this performance is too real.

Doesn't your face hurt?

They watched helplessly as this human's attack was directed towards the face of the ghost king in white.

From time to time it was accompanied by screams.

The NPCs in the haunted house who were watching the battle were so shocked that they couldn't tell whether they were acting or if they were really being beaten.

If it were true that they were beaten unilaterally, they would immediately express disbelief because their stereotypes of human beings have been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

I don't think humans have the strength to suppress two ghost kings at the same time.

Moreover, the white-clothed Ghost King's confident words and dashing back all showed to them that the Long-tongued Ghost King's being knocked away was just an exaggerated performance.

But it is false.

The white-clothed man must have been beaten to death, but the ghost king with a long tongue didn't even get up to rescue him.

For a while.

The atmosphere on the field fell into deathly silence.

The NPCs in the haunted house who had originally put on a banquet at Hongmen, all suppressed the gloominess on their faces, lowered their heads, and trembled.

Damn it.

It doesn't look like it's fake.

I still want to see the situation.

then.

Only the screams of the ghost king in white echoed at the scene.

The screams continued for some time.

Shen Jian finally stopped what he was doing.

at this time.

The ghost king in white had a bruised nose and swollen face, and he could no longer look like a ghost.

Shen Jian set his sights on the Long Tongue Ghost King.

With a dangerous look in his eyes, he said, "Are you still pretending to be dead? Believe it or not, I will really turn you into a dead ghost later?"

Long-tongued Ghost King:...

Under the stunned eyes of everyone, the long-tongued ghost king who was lying on the ground stood up unsteadily, his face showing a humble look.

Ghosts:! ! !

Ghost King in White:? ? ?

He was slightly startled.

Looking at the good brother who looked like he wasn't seriously injured, I was heartbroken.

Damn it.

In order to save your reputation, I will stand up for you and get beaten.

You're damn good.

When he saw me being beaten, he lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Turn a deaf ear to me?

Wrong payment.

It was a wrong payment after all.

"Second brother, don't blame me. When I went up there, it was just one more person who was beaten. It's better to keep myself useful and repay you... to be safe in the future."

Meeting Shen Jian's gaze, the Long-tongued Ghost King immediately changed his tune.

Licking a face.

Although I feel ashamed in my heart, the situation is stronger than others, so I can only bow my head and be a grandson.

after all.

This human stick really hurts.

The heart-wrenching kind.

When he received the first blow, he had already thought about pretending to be dead later.

Finished.

The long-tongued ghost king continued to have a forced smile on his face: "Sir, are you looking for the exit of the haunted house? I know where the exit is. I will take you out."

See it.

Shen Jian did not comment, just raised his eyebrows and said: "It's just a stick, what's wrong with it? After all, he is a ghost king, and there are hundreds of younger brothers here. Do you really want to stop struggling?"

"Let me tell you the truth, my real power is only a little stronger than yours. If you two join forces, you might succeed. How about you stop resisting?"

As he spoke, Shen Jian made a "little bit" gesture.

His eyes looked very sincere.

Long-tongued Ghost King:...

His face stiffened.

Made.

You just smashed me away with a stick like you were chopping melons and vegetables, and you pressed my second brother to the ground and rubbed me like you were killing a chicken. When you were suppressing our two brothers while talking and laughing, why didn't you say that I was the ghost king of one side? Have hundreds of younger brothers?

He cursed internally.

But he still maintained a humble posture on the surface, and said in a sad voice: "Sir, you are joking, why is the ghost king not the ghost king? I am also a migrant worker who was arranged to be an NPC here. Before I came here, I was also an honest person who was persecuted."

"My mother has told me since I was little that children from poor families have already become rich. For this reason, I worked hard to work in the city, but I was deceived by an unscrupulous and evil boss to come here to work illegally. He also asked me to pretend to be a scary person."

"Sir, you know me. I am the least scary person. Whenever I stay with these evil spirits, I will be frightened and restless."

The long-tongued ghost king's face was full of resentment, and his tone was as wailing as he could feel.

Saying this made all the NPCs in the haunted house present look strange.

I wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, I thought it would be better to do less than to do more, so I kept my mouth shut.

Shen Jian's side.

He also laughed out loud.

This was the first time he encountered a ghost who could gain sympathy and make up stories.

The image of the other party is indeed the same as the legendary Hei Wuchang.

If you get a soul-enchanting chain and a mourning stick, it will be more like it.

Think of this.

A smile gradually appeared on Shen Jian's face.

Long-tongued Ghost King:? ? ?

I'm talking about sad things, are you laughing?

This doesn't fit.

"Sir, are you laughing at me?"

The long-tongued ghost king looked at Shen Jian with resentment.

See it.

Shen Jian said seriously: "Don't get me wrong, I just thought of something funny."

"Are you really not laughing at me?"

"How could it be? I have been strictly trained. Under normal circumstances, I will not laugh at ghosts at will."

Hear this.

The long-tongued ghost king was suspicious.

He looked at the raised expression on Shen Jian's mouth and his eyelids jumped.

What the hell.

How could he feel that this human dog was lying to him?

Think about it.

The long-tongued ghost king decided to continue to gain sympathy.

It must have been an illusion just now.

do not worry about it.

"Sir, I was captured here. The unscrupulous and black-hearted boss didn't give me food, and often beat me. He asked me to please those who challenged me. I had no choice but to be forced to cater to him."

The more you talk.

The long-tongued ghost king became more and more sad.

Although he was an editor, in terms of acting skills, he ranked second, and no one dared to say he was first.

But just then.

A kind ghost reminded: "Sir...this room is also monitored. Miss, she...should have seen it."

Long-tongued Ghost King:...

grass

Forget about this one!