The skeleton ghost slowly fell down.

Nothing magical at all.

On the side, Uncle Chen looked at the scene in front of him stupidly.

Thunder...Rafa!?

I am super.

Brother, your style of painting is wrong.

In a world of horror game invasions, strange resurgences, and mysterious arrivals, you directly used the thunder method that can only exist in the extraordinary world. Are you sure this is reasonable?

and.

Even if it is really the so-called supernatural power of a ghost, if it can be fired instantly and instantly kill an abyss-level ghost, causing it to freeze immediately, the supernatural strength cannot match it.

What kind of supernatural being can instantly kill the Ghost King?

That's outrageous.

He just felt that his worldview was about to collapse.

When he overestimated Shen Jian's strength again and again, Shen Jian was always able to refresh his cognitive abilities again and again.

From letting the ghost king call him daddy in public, to instantly killing an abyss-level ghost, Shen Jian's strength seems to have no end in sight.

This is ridiculous.

Thriller games have only invaded for a few years, how could anyone reach this point.

This is no longer as simple as opening a stage with the supernatural circle.

You can't even see the tail gas lights at all.

They stood behind them, but they couldn't even catch up with Shen Jian's back.

This gap is so huge that it is disappointing.

Naturally, I don’t know what Uncle Chen is thinking at this time.

At this moment, Shen Jian had fallen into an inexplicable excitement.

After packing the skeleton ghost, he left without hesitation.

…

the other side.

The forty-odd players trapped in the auction hall have shrunk into a corner.

Some players kept smoking dry cigarettes, spitting out a large amount of smoke, forming a thick white smoke.

Constantly resisting the spread of black smoke.

"It's useless, it's useless. This dry smoke is just a supernatural prop. It cannot resist the supernatural power of an abyss-level ghost. It is only a matter of time before it is invaded."

"It's over. Based on my experience, the killing pattern of the black fog should be active. As long as you move half a step in the black fog, the killing pattern will be triggered, and the entire face will be melted and turned into a faceless man."

"It's not that simple. If only the five senses were lost, then the ghosts in the black fog would not be stagnant one by one. There must be some unknown supernatural effect."

"Damn it, this is the first crisis we have encountered in the ghost town? This thriller game basically wants us to die. There is no chance of survival at all."

Under threat of death.

Countless players feel a little broken inside.

The largest ghost organization in the ghost town attacked an auction house and sent out two abyss-level ghosts.

For players, this is simply a dimensionality-reducing blow.

Even if they are not on a frontal battlefield, given their level of terror, the aftermath of a supernatural collision anywhere is enough to kill them.

In this case, whether you can survive depends on luck.

"Hey hey hey, it turns out there are rats hiding here."

Just then.

A piercing and ferocious laughter sounded.

A ghost with scars all over its body and hollow eyes, with a will-o'-the-wisp burning in the hollow, walked over.

He chuckled in a hoarse voice.

Like a hunter teasing his prey.

Seeing the prey, the two will-o'-the-wisps in his empty eye sockets became more and more intense.

However.

Just the next moment.

The players who were originally ashen-faced suddenly became quiet, and the panic on their faces turned into weird ones.

Undead Ghost King:???

He was a little confused.

"Aren't you afraid?"

He was a ghost king-level ghost from the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, and most of the ghosts in front of him who were making fire together were at the Tsing Yi level. He couldn't understand why such ghosts, who were at the bottom of the food chain, weren't afraid of him.

Hear this.

The players hiding in the corner looked at him with even weirder and incomprehensible expressions.

The scholar looked behind the Undead Ghost King, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

Undead Ghost King:???

What the hell is your problem?

I am a ghost king.

I'm afraid of eggs.

Shouldn't it be you who should be afraid?

He was in doubt.

A big palm-leaf fan hand has been placed on the shoulder of the Undead Ghost King, and he said faintly: "Brother, aren't you afraid?"

Undead Ghost King:!!

Damn it.

He was startled.

Almost jumped up.

Someone came behind him, and he didn't even notice it. What a ghost.

He turned his head abruptly.

The first thing he saw was not the figure on his shoulders, but the horrifying scene behind the figure.

All I saw was a scene of billowing smoke.

A fierce ghost with a familiar face was lifted out of thin air by a blood-stained ghost rope and dragged in mid-air.

Below, an old man with colored paper was spreading out a sack and stuffing the corpses of ghosts into it.

Among them, there are many ghosts like him who have the ghost king level.

Even above, he saw his captain, a ghost king who was infinitely close to the abyss level, being lifted up out of thin air and thrown into a sack.

There is no dignity at all.

Undead Ghost King:......

He was completely confused.

What's going on?

At this time.

The figure who put his hand on his shoulder spoke again: "Do you have any last words?"

Hear this.

The ghost king of the undead made Lingling shudder.

Only then could he see clearly that the end of the bloody hemp rope was tied to this man's wrist.

He looked up blankly and saw Shen Jian's strangely smiling face.

He was very familiar with that look of a hunter looking at his prey.

Because that's how he looked at the player just now.

There was silence for a second.

He turned around and fled back into the mist.
To be continued...