Chapter 271 Let Qingshi become the shape of the underworld

Outside Vientiane Cinema City.

The long cordon has been lifted.

Countless Daxia Dragon Bird members wearing uniforms are receiving survivors.

Wang Chengzheng, the head of operations of the Binhai branch, looked suspicious about what the record of life contained.

In front of him, stood two waves of people.

Yibo is a survivor headed by Mr. Qi, a well-known Binhai entrepreneur.

Yibo is a group of college students who survived from Screening Room No. 1.

"Wait a minute, let me figure it out."

Wang Cheng took a deep breath.

He looked at Mr. Qi and said with suspicion: "You are saying that you met an expert in his twenties. He not only killed a fierce ghost with a knife, but also stepped on the face of another ghost with his foot.

Threatening Li Gui to call out his accomplices, and also want to force Li Gui to make a ghost movie?"

"Very good. I'll give you a task. If it's completed, the ten million yuan will be yours. You can help me find a City God's Temple on the coast and renovate it. It's best to have one with a good location.

Just give me a call."

However, as a businessman, Mr. Qi seemed to have noticed something.

"The three of us took action together. Not to mention that the person in charge of Qingshi was not here. Even if he was here, he would not be able to escape unscathed from the attacks of our three great envoys."

The birth of every four-star player is a rare miracle.

Exclamations rang out.

"When to act?"

Wangcheng:?

He looked confused.

[Note: When players step into any supernatural cinema, there is a chance that the hostility of world-weary ghosts and gods will be triggered. 】

The man with glasses said decisively: "Yes, when all of us thought we were dead, he casually snatched the kitchen knife from the hand of the ghost dressed as a chef, and cut off the ghost's arm with just two strokes, and it filled the cinema

He chased the other one with extremely cruel methods."

What a god, fifty years of skill.

Suddenly I thought of some ridiculous possibility.

Wang Cheng's mouth twitched.

Once a certain keyword is triggered, these members will die strangely.

Hear this.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed: "Master, my name is Qi Shan."

An existence of this level would not be arrogant and arrogant, looking down upon everything, but the person in front of him seemed a little different.

This is not a project, this is clearly a golden thigh waiting for him to hold.

He needs to rebuild a City God Temple here.

Shen Jian paused.

It seems that he is taking credit from this man.

But only when you step into a copy of the horror game and actually face the ghost, will you realize how naive your thoughts are.

And this world-weary ghost and god, like the glorious ghost and god, needs to enter a specific supernatural place.

Standing up in mid-air in a way that defies gravity.

"In this case, three divine messengers from our organization have died in his hands. Killing, do you think you have the ability to kill three divine messengers alone?"

There was a hint of excitement on his face.

A few days ago, they got a piece of news.

The God of Slaughter smiled ferociously, and there was a scar running through the entire face on his ferocious face, making him look even more terrifying.

The God of Blood and Tears showed a cruel smile:

"Tonight, let Qingshi become hell."

"Sister, where did you pray for your son?"

The glorious ghosts and gods, the ferrying ghosts and gods, and now here comes another world-weary ghost and god.

Qian Kuan stood up suddenly.

Brushing a two-star dungeon alone was simply unimaginable to him.

Too young.

But there is absolutely no one so young among them.

Shen Jian was startled and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him like a coward.

Surprise flashed in Wang Cheng's eyes.

The lights in the room suddenly dimmed.

Licking his face, he came to Shen Jian.

Wang Cheng came back to his senses and looked subconsciously.

"Then a woman's cry of "Woo" sounded, and we watched him walk into the movie screen and disappear into the screening room. When we woke up again, the game ended in front of us. Congratulations to us for getting the hint to become a horror game player. .”

But he still said forcefully: "I still said the same thing. That person is in the dungeon, and he has not become the person in charge of Qing City on the surface. He has not organized the supernatural power of Qing City at all. As long as the three major halls of us are dispatched together, , the Daxia Dragon Bird in the Qingshi branch can be destroyed with a flip of the hand."

To defend their reputation.

The mother shook her head with confusion on her face, "Mom doesn't know this savior. Mom has been praying for you at the Chenghuang Temple these days, asking the City God to bless you."

Qingshi Daxia Longque Branch.

At this time.

who is he?

…

In desperation.

The God of Blood and Tears was wearing a crisp suit, and he sneered like a cultural man: "You may not know yet, but there has been a change in the copy of the Bloody Paper Shop. Luo Wenhao inside was unable to be contacted a few days ago, and he was suspected to have been The man's identity was discovered and he was killed."

In the bungalow, a middle-aged man in a suit who had been waiting here sounded a little dissatisfied.

Hear this.

See this.

Shen Jian looked at it intently for a few seconds, "Blood!"

According to his estimate, when the reconstruction of the City God's Temple is completed, the City God's Temple should have completely taken over the entire Qingshi City, and it will be able to be seamlessly connected by then.

Shen Jian sat in the city god's seat, flipping through the prayer sheet in his hand.

He actually took action so quickly.

Far from enough.

Mr. Qi, who was listening on the side, was also stunned.

But the effect is extremely poor.

Four-star players are players who stand in the first echelon of the supernatural world. Everyone is a master in horror games. A few secrets they casually reveal are enough to cause a major earthquake in the supernatural world. The strategies they write down casually , and is regarded as a treasure by players.

"What's your name?"

the other side.

The person in charge of which city was so idle that he came over to swipe their copy?

He felt a bit of awe in his heart.

"Qingshi, City God's Temple...my old man, is it possible that our Qi family has embraced the lap of a god?"

An inconspicuous urban village in Qingshi.

At the door of the room, a middle-aged scarred man and a pale man walked in from the outside.

These desperadoes are so courageous.

Get on the road.

"No problem, Master, I will help you get it done according to the highest standards."

Why is this big guy so different from the four-star player in his impression?

A bloody hemp rope was dancing around his wrist.
To be continued...