Author: No melons in October

Looking at Shen Jian's masterpiece, the evil spirit possessing the red coffin fell silent.

Even the worst of them can't do such a thing.

For a while.

He suddenly felt that the name Evil Ghost was no longer suitable for Shen Jian, and was even a bit insulting. He was much more cruel than Evil Ghost.

The word "devil" is more suitable.

Just thinking about it.

He saw a look of satisfaction on Shen Jian's face, as if he had completed some proud work, and then walked towards the next black coffin.

After standing for a few seconds, a new idea seemed to come to my mind.

This time.

Shen Jian took out a tray.

Aiming at the sleeping Ghost King, he opened a knife on both ribs.

Evil Ghost:!!!

this moment.

He was completely stunned.

This is too bad.

What do you want to do on horseback?

While my friends are sleeping, what about their waist?

grass.

You have taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain.

What a dog.

He could already imagine the miserable scene of waiting for his friends to recover, and then finding that both of his waists had been lost.

And as a coffin keeper, his end will definitely be tragic.

then.

He subconsciously said: "Brother, you can't..."

"Um?"

Hear the sound.

Shen Jian glanced at the evil ghost with dangerous eyes.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Evil Ghost:......

inappropriate?

You didn't fucking think anything was wrong?

Meeting Shen Jian's gaze, the evil ghost hesitated, but finally gave in and sneered: "I want to say that what you have now is my good brother's waist. His ghost corpse is special, with three kidneys. It’s gone.”

Shen Jian nodded.

"He is indeed a good brother. It is his blessing to know you."

…

soon.

Shen Jian finally completed his masterpiece.

The twenty-four coffins on the field were all displayed with their unique beauty in different ways.

In the coffins, some were tied with soul-enchanting chains to look like turtle shells; some were welded to death in the coffins with peach wood nails; some were hung high by ghost ropes; some were dismembered and spliced ​​together.

The most important owner of the red coffin, Shen Jian, adopted the most solemn method of restraint.

Two wooden boards were crossed into a cross and inserted into his back, his feet were bound with soul-stirring chains, and a red Rakshasa gun was inserted in his chest.

Crucify it completely.

Done all this.

Shen Jian nodded with satisfaction.

"Is it more normal? The previous environment was too gloomy and intrusive. I changed it a bit. Isn't it much more pleasing to the eye?"

Little did I know.

In the eyes of the evil spirits of the coffin keeper.

This scene is far more bizarre than the display of dozens of coffins.

No.

It should be said that it is evil.

This motherfucker is too cruel.

A powerful ghost at the level of a top ghost king was actually treated like this.

He could already foresee the scene where the whole palace would be burned down in anger after the great sacrifice was revived.

Think of this.

He shivered violently.

"You stay here and watch. If these people recover, notify me as soon as possible."

Say it.

Shen Jian turned around and left.

Today's harvest has exceeded his expectations.

Not only did he effortlessly imprison all the ghost king-level ghosts, including the royal ministers, but he also got clues about Luo Feng's six days.

certainly.

Let’s not mention these for now.

The most important thing at the moment is King Huai who is far away at the border.

In Shen Jian's view, rather than waiting for the top ghost king to revive on his own, it would be better for him to awaken him himself.

And for this, we need to deal with King Huai first.

Prevent the other party from getting the message in advance and disappearing.

He wants all the four top ghost kings of Yongye Kingdom.

…

Exited the Royal Ancestral Temple.

Shen Jian glanced at the chat interface.

Ever since they learned that Prime Minister Zuo was not the mastermind behind the scenes, but the King of Huai who supported his troops and respected himself, the players seemed to have collectively pressed the pause button, and there was no movement at all.

It was as if he had accepted his fate.

The heart is as gray as death.

Regarding this.

Shen Jian's face was expressionless.

at this time.

He received a private message from [Ye Feng].

[Ye Feng: Yan Luo, what do you think of King Huai’s attempt to rebel? 】

[King Yama: Open your eyes and see?]

[Ye Feng:...]

[Ye Feng: You have always been outside of us, and you have great power. You must also understand the impact of King Huai's rebellion. We cannot complete the task with our strength alone. We need the help of Yongye Kingdom. To change this, we need to work together.]

[Ye Feng: Yama, I want to live. I have come this far and am among the top ten ghost masters in the supernatural world. I don’t want to lose my life here so easily. 】

in the room.

The short-haired man whose ID is [Ye Feng] has a complicated expression.

As one of the top ten ghost masters in the supernatural circle, he is undoubtedly the darling of horror games. He is at home in the horror world and is equally prosperous in the real world, being kneeled and licked by countless players.

But here.

In this five-star difficulty dungeon of Eternal Night Kingdom, he lost his confidence as a top ghost master.
To be continued...