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

At this moment.

The old man chopping firewood was completely confused.

He, a top-notch red-clad fierce ghost, was now lifted up like a little chicken.

Is this ridiculous?

"No, young man, just listen to what others say. When did I welcome you to stay overnight? I told you to leave as soon as possible."

"What, you have to rush back to cook for us? You're too polite. It makes me feel a little embarrassed."

Shen Jian groaned with a smile.

Say nothing.

He carried the old man and walked towards the village.

At the same time, he didn't forget to turn around and say, "What are you guys doing standing around here? The folks here are so welcoming. Not only do they want to stay with us, but they also entertain us with good wine and food."

A group of players:? ? ?

They were dumbfounded.

God is so welcoming. What the old man just said clearly means that outsiders are not welcome to come in.

Is it really okay for you to just tamper with words and force others to be hospitable?

There was an inexplicable look on their faces.

Originally, they thought that they would have to investigate Xiping Village for a period of time and discuss more than a dozen backup plans before entering the village.

but now.

Under Shen Jian's wave of forced hospitality to the villagers, they entered this crisis-ridden village without even conducting intelligence investigations.

This is too hasty.

Not at all in line with the way horror gamers do things.

and.

How do they feel? The master seems to be more excited.

On the road.

The college student with the ID [Xiao He] said weakly: "Well, are all great players so... casual in thriller games? I thought we should be more cautious."

He originally wanted to say arrogantly, but in the end he changed it to a slightly more tactful word.

Other players:…

Their facial muscles twitched.

No, your feeling is wrong.

Normal horror gamers should really be more cautious.

Even four-star players must fearfully follow the rules in a five-star dungeon, for fear that a single oversight may lead to an unstoppable supernatural attack.

Wandering on the edge of death step by step, and finding the hope of passing the level in a narrow escape, this is the normal way to open a thriller game.

Like Shen Jian, they had never heard of, let alone heard of, the behavior of forcing villagers to be hospitable and carrying others into the village because they refused.

the other side.

The old man chopping firewood also had some doubts about life.

His second uncle and great-uncle, this person really has no shame at all, right?

He even doubted whether he really said these words just now, so that the other party misunderstood him.

But think about it.

No.

Everything is up to the other party.

then.

There was a cold expression on his face.

Since these people are planning to die, he will help them.

It was better to die in his hands than to be tortured by others.

Think of this.

The old man chopping firewood had vicious eyes, looking at Shen Jian's neck that was within reach. He smiled sinisterly, stretched out his palm, and black nails grew from his fingertips, slowly reaching towards Shen Jian's throat.

However.

at this time.

"By the way, old man, I heard that the Chenghuang Temple here is very spiritual. Is it true?"

Shen Jian suddenly turned around, flicked the old man's arm back, and stabbed his left shoulder hard.

hiss……

The old man chopping wood took a breath of cold air.

His eyes became even more malicious.

He responded: "The City God is indeed very spiritual and often responds to our appeals. Nine out of ten people from outside the country who come here want to pray at the City God's Temple. Many conflicts have occurred over this. Because of this, our village will not Outsiders are welcome.”

"so."

Shen Jian nodded as if he didn't notice anything.

See it.

The old man chopping wood gritted his teeth and pulled out the fingers inserted into his shoulders.

He still doesn't believe it.

He is a ghost, why is it so difficult to kill someone?

It was just a coincidence.

The old man's eyes turned cold again.

This time.

He quietly raised his right hand.

Even if the opponent turns around again, he can guarantee that this hand can pierce Shen Jian's neck.

"Die."

The old man's eyes moved, and the bones of his right hand lit up with a dazzling cold light.

"By the way, old man, do you know when is the most effective time to go to the Chenghuang Temple?"

Said.

Shen Jian seemed a little tired, so he lifted the old man and switched to his other hand.

Snapped.

This movement once again bounced the old man's arm away and stabbed him hard on his right shoulder.

Old man chopping firewood:? ? ?

Looking at the ten bloody holes on both sides of his shoulders, he was stunned on the spot.

What the hell are you...

On purpose.

"Are you kidding me? Dog eunuch."

His voice changed.

Once it could be said to be an accident, but twice, he suspected that Shen Jian had discovered it long ago.

Now I am watching his jokes.

"How can you say that about yourself."

Shen Jian's smile remained the same.

But then.

He took out a blood-stained scalpel from his body and stared directly at the two ounces of meat around the old man's waist.

Old man chopping firewood:! ! !

There was a dull pain in his waist.

Damn it, does this dog eunuch want his waist?

You were so fucked up that you lost two ounces of your flesh. Now you want to take revenge on society, but you also want to lose mine?

I'm crazy.

You are nothing.

His eyes were splitting.

He began to struggle desperately.

"Let me go, let me go, I...ahhhh."

After a while of pain.

The old man chopping firewood lay on the ground with tears in his eyes.

The spirit was in a trance.

This dog eunuch really took out his knife and stabbed his waist.

What a beast.

He wanted to cry without tears after losing both his waist.

He originally thought that only cities had routines, but he didn't expect that they existed in villages as well. When he woke up and looked back, his waist had already left him.

It's too late to regret it.

Actually.

He knew Shen Jian's identity immediately.

After all, the eunuch's clothes are easy to distinguish.

He didn't want to offend the royal family, so he chose to persuade Shen Jian to leave.

But after the other party stepped into the village without knowing whether to live or die, his mind changed.

A group of eunuchs whose Yin Qi quality has not reached the red-clothed level, they are just junior eunuchs in the palace.

If you die, you will die.

No one cares anyway.

But he didn't expect that.

The dog eunuch leading the team is actually so powerful.

Three times five divided by two will cut off his waist.

It also made him unable to even counterattack.

"Can you answer my question now?"

After doing all this, Shen Jian continued to ask.

It's not easy to catch someone who knows the truth, but it's not his style to kill them all.

"You bitch, you will be punished..."

The old man cutting firewood roared with hatred in his eyes, but before he could finish his words, he saw Shen Jian taking out another electric saw. His angry voice became smaller and smaller until he was completely silent.

"Well, I said, the most effective time of the City God's Temple is naturally 12 o'clock in the evening. That is the time when the Yin Qi is the strongest in the day. Even the City God will come out for a walk. It is of great significance to make a prayer at this time. Opportunities come true.”

Hear this.

Shen Jian's eyes were a little surprised.

He originally thought that this was just a conspiracy to disrupt the Yongye Kingdom, but now that he heard it, it seemed that the City God's Temple could really make wishes come true.

If you have a wish, it can come true. This sounds like the job of a city god.

only……

There is a city god here. Is this really possible?

Shen Jian was 70% skeptical.

As the part-time City God of Qingshi, he is well aware of the various abilities of the City God.

But according to what the old man cutting firewood said, there is nothing magical about the City God here.

The only gimmick is that you can hear other people's wishes for blessing.

"Haha, you should be scared. It's not like no one from your court has been here before, but in the end they never went out again. Now that I send you here, it's clear that I want you to die."

"Young man, the water here is very deep, you can't control it."

"Do you know how many fierce ghosts have gathered in the entire Xiping Village to pray for blessings? There are more than a hundred of them, and the terror level of each one is no less than the red-coat level. If you want to pray for blessings, you can only jump in line, but The result of jumping in line is to be attacked by hundreds of fierce ghosts."

The old man cutting firewood said in a very exaggerated way.

The attempt to make Shen Jian return in vain.

Let him go.

Little did I know.

Shen Jian, who was originally only interested in the City God's Temple, was shocked when he heard the old man's threat and froze in place.

See it.

The old man chopping firewood thought Shen Jian was afraid.

A proud smile suddenly appeared on his face.

However.

next moment.

Shen Jian also showed excitement on his face.

Grabbing him by the collar.

"Don't drag it, don't use a mop."

"Also, did you take the wrong road? This road is not the way out, but the way into the village!"