Very good.

Instead, he turned and looked at the man with glasses.

Among them, the glorious ghosts and gods need to enter a supernatural place such as a monastery to trigger their attention.

Wangcheng:……

[The copy of the supernatural cinema collapsed.]

Turn to think about other things.

The captured Fallen Angel members cannot be interrogated either.

After all, evil spirits kill only based on their mood.

His pupils shrank.

One after another figures are concentrated here.

He tried to think back.

Shen Jian wrote down the phone number and smiled.

The back molars are even a little sore.

He pondered for two seconds.

Thinking.

The ferrying of ghosts and gods has taken action, but it is a pity that it will not come at all in a short time.

Just then.

Come out from Vientiane Cinema City.

He finally figured it out.

And that alone is not enough.

Until Shen Jian left.

The scar-faced killing god's eyelids twitched.

Staying up late and working overtime can't produce fifty years of skill.

"He's out."

Originally, he wanted to blackmail Daxia Longque, but he didn't expect that there was a rich man, so everything would be much simpler.

When he first became a horror game player, he never imagined that he would become stronger step by step in the horror world, be at the forefront, and become a great god.

Without hesitation, he rushed to the scene immediately.

Suddenly, he covered his chest and coughed violently. He also took out a tissue, covered his mouth, and seemed to spit out a mouthful of phlegm.

Only a four-star player has this ability.

He finally reacted.

Qian Kuan couldn't sleep all night.

Looking at the prompts on the scarlet panel, Shen Jian's heart had already calmed down.

You look about twenty-five years old.

Wang Cheng's eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

With such an outstanding and normal appearance, he will never forget it once he has seen it.

…

The problem of the City God’s Temple is solved.

City God's Hall.

An ordinary mother and son hug each other.

He is also a two-star player, so he naturally understands the horror of the two-star dungeon. Just to survive, he needs to rack his brains and work step by step. However, in the real world, there are already people who can do it alone.

Royal City:???

"What a terrible copy." Shen Jian said solemnly, his voice appearing extremely weak: "It actually injured me like this. This battle has deprived me of at least fifty years of my skills."

It was discovered that when Shen Jian saw them for the first time, he indeed found the little boy at first sight and claimed that he was here to save him.

"In the City God's Temple in Qingshi, it is said that someone has seen the City God appear, so I went there."

Mr. Qi said seriously: "Yes, he is a real master. Li Gui is like a baby in front of him. I even have an illusion that he is much more terrifying than Li Gui. Captain Wang, please give me the right words." Whether he is from Binhai or not, I have to thank him."

According to what these survivors said, the ghosts in their eyes were undoubtedly Tsing Yi-level terrifying beings.

The other party just seemed to be waiting for Daxia Longque to respond?

Among the survivors.

A self-built bungalow.

As for reaching this level, he smiled.

These ghosts and gods marked and paid attention to each one, but none of them had the ability to take action.

The pale-faced Poison Divine Envoy said fearfully: "Don't be careless. Although that person is still in the bloody paper-making shop and cannot get out of the copy, his supernatural horror is undeniable. The death of the two great envoys of Zhizhi-Zhi and Curse is one lesson."

"Blood and tears, you are too nervous."

at the same time.

The ghost teacher came over in a hurry.

He doesn't know all the four-star players in the country, but he knows about 70 to 80% of them.

"It's that expert."

Immediately, he blocked the exits from Qingshi and launched investigations one by one.

If you are unlucky and are randomly assigned to a high-difficulty dungeon, no matter how hard you try, it will be useless.

Mr. Qi swallowed his saliva.

How big.

The members of the Fallen Angel organization seemed to have some mysterious concealment method. Within a few days, less than a hundred people were found, and many of them managed to escape, and were never seen again.

This supernatural cinema is a two-star replica.

Mr. Qi was overjoyed.

The man with glasses said excitedly: "Captain Wang, he is also a player. Do you know how many levels are needed to reach a level like him?"

He seemed to have missed something.

Yi Zheng said: "Master, you have lost your skills to help us. I am very grateful and decided to pay 10 million to express my feelings. Master, please don't refuse."

Mr. Qi:!

The Fallen Angel Organization suspected that they had grasped clues to the death of the Cursed God and the Zhizha God, and decided to launch a massacre against the Qingshi branch.

The gap between people.

He could only focus all his attention on defense.

Sizzling...

A path opened up in the crowd, and an unsmiling middle-aged man came over, took off his gloves, and stretched out a hand: "Head of Binhai Branch Operations, Wang Cheng, thank you for your contribution to Binhai. We will not Your trip was made in vain."

Luck is also a big part of it.

Not even the tools to suppress the supernatural can alleviate this mortal curse.

"Right now, the personnel are complete. Although Qingshi is on guard, the concealment and mystery of the supernatural power cannot be detected by a group of ordinary people."

Shen Jian glanced at it with disgust.

He didn't speak.

"Killing, poison, you are late."

…

Shen Jian also saw the Binhai Branch Daxia Longque members and survivors who were standing outside.

At the entrance of Vientiane Cinema City, a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties came out.

"Sir, the Fallen Angel Organization has taken action."

Shen Jian was stunned.

"You said that when you were watching a movie in Auditorium No. 1, a man about your age walked in, then chased and killed two ghosts who came out of the movie screen, and cut off the ghosts' arms?"

Want to touch porcelain?

Wang Cheng was a little confused.

What do you always want to do?
To be continued...