How dare I say that?

Looking at the newly appointed head of the Beicheng District of the Menggui Gang, the old farmer ghost shook his head repeatedly and his voice became trembling: "There are no bullies, there are no bullies. I was just out of my mind and said the wrong thing."

Seeing Shen Jian stop, the cooking ghost raised his head, showing a terrifying face that challenged the limits of human physiology, and took out a piece of cold noodles from the stall.

After a stick of incense.

"Ah, don't fight, don't fight. I was wrong. I will never report to the official again. If I continue to fight, it will be over."

Old Farmer Ghost:......

Gods only have officials.

And in the midst of his inner panic.

It just feels like a contradiction.

The old peasant ghost was stuffed into a sack by him.

His eyes are very dangerous.

Old Farmer Ghost:......

…

The old peasant ghost squatted in the corner and let out a shrill scream.

Totally unimaginable.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Of these two methods, the second method is naturally more beneficial to the Fierce Ghost Gang.

What he needs to do is to drive out the leaders of these evil ghost organizations.

He had no doubt that once he dared to tell the truth, Shen Jian would beat him to death without hesitation.

at this time.

I am super.

Said.

Shen Jian returned to his territory in Beicheng District.

The one-armed ghost king had already set his sights on the old farmer ghost and said coldly: "Where is the bully you mentioned? If he dares to cause trouble in our Fierce Ghost Gang's territory, he will lose a few of his heads."

One-armed Ghost King:......

He will never forget how the bully beat him and forcibly bought and sold him more than ten minutes ago.

Shen Jian hooked his elbow around the opponent's neck and dragged the old farmer ghost out.

Shen Jian exerted slight pressure on his palms.

It's hard to find a true friend.

But if he doesn't seek death, he won't be polite.

The cooking ghost asked again, his voice sounded extremely cold: "Guest, do you want to eat grilled cold noodles?"

He was about to cry.

Shen Jian took away all the medicinal materials in his luggage.

Before leaving, he did not forget to say to the one-armed ghost king: "I like to help ghosts the most. Leave it to me. It's safe."

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

A grimace had most of its face cut off, and the face was covered with flesh and blood, making it look very oozing.

Shen Jian said casually: "I helped him avoid the possibility of being threatened by bullies in the future. He has gone home happily. I'm afraid he has started to have sweet dreams now."

He can't be so unlucky.

Shen Jian stretched his muscles and felt relaxed all over.

The one-armed ghost king spread out the information.

I'm afraid I won't even have any underpants left after a while.

But who makes him lack the conditions to unlock the fifteenth level of hell?

Don't run now.

Good news: Inspectors are willing to help him out.

"Doctor, when do you plan to deal with the problem in Beicheng District? Although these evil ghosts who have swarmed into the territory under our jurisdiction have not made any mistakes at present, they will become time bombs when they are not safe, and we must clear them out."

Shen Jian grabbed the mourning stick and dropped it one by one.

escape!

Hurry up and escape from this hellish place.

They were all caught and sent to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured.

He looked startled.

Hear this.

"Of course, for a portion of grilled cold noodles, add a portion of cholesterol, a portion of brains, and a portion of protein. It should not be spicy. The original flavor is the best."

Shen Jian said casually.

Cooking ghost:???

Clam?

Can these things be added to grilled cold noodles?

I don't read much, so don't lie to me.
Chapter completed!