"It seems that the one who framed my Divine Pavilion is unwilling to stand up?"

The poor ghost's eyes swept away, staring at the players' bodies and cold sweat.

"Someone."

The poor ghost shouted softly, and at this time, hundreds of silver-armored soldiers strode out of the Divine Pavilion Mansion.

These people are all NPCs, and they were paid by poor ghosts.

"Catch them for me!"

With a finger of the poor ghost's hand, these silver-armored soldiers were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they grabbed dozens of players from the crowd.

Great wisdom is one of them.

"Poor ghost god, we also paid the money, why didn't you let us go?"

"Poor ghost, are you not afraid that all the players will attack him in groups?"

There are those who beg for mercy, and there are those who cry out.

However, as if they hadn't heard, the poor ghost just stared at them coldly.

"Giving you one last chance to tell what is behind the scenes can give you a good time." The poor ghost said coldly.

As soon as this voice came out, the bodies of these dozens of players who were caught out trembled, and cold sweat flowed.

Apart from begging for mercy and shouting, none of them came forward to say what was behind them.

"It seems that if you don't reach the Yellow River, you won't die."

The poor ghost smiled coldly and waved his right hand.

Soon, dozens of people walked out of the mansion.

Among them, Sun Dasheng was among them, and in his hands, a woman was held.

"Bang ......"

Sun Dasheng kicked it and kicked the woman away, "Hurry up for Lao Sun!" ”

“……”

The woman lowered her head, her hair was scattered, and her appearance was very miserable.

Like her, there are more than a dozen people.

One by one, they looked very miserable.

These people all have the word "Heavenly Underworld" on their heads.

Seeing these people, Dazhi and the others, who had not been able to speak, immediately collapsed to the ground with a dead face.

"Say." The poor ghost looked at the woman and shouted.

The woman staggered over to the person and began to speak.

It turned out that the Heavenly Underworld Guild was red-eyed and fearful of Chen Yu's strength.

So, I thought of this excellent way to rob players and blame the [Heavenly Underworld] guild.

At the same time, they also sent some internal players who had not joined the guild to mingle with the player base and deliberately disturb other players.

"Damn the Heavenly Hell Guild, it turns out that all this is really directed and acted by themselves."

"No wonder, it turns out that Dazhi is also a person of the Heavenly Underworld, damn it."

"I'm going to take revenge, I'm going to kill them."

A group of players, indignant.

Dazhi and the others looked behind them, their faces full of fear.

"Poor ghost god, I am willing to spend 10,000 gold coins, please give me a chance to take revenge!"

"Poor ghost god, I am also willing to spend 10,000 gold coins, just ask me to beat this bastard!"

These robbed players, one by one, stand in front of the poor ghost and ask for a shot.

"Hehe......"

The poor ghost smiled slightly.

"Yes, but you can't kill them, you know?" The poor ghost said.

"Poor ghost god, don't worry, there is no problem."

A group of people patted their chests and kept assuring.

After paying the money, they all went straight to Dazhi and the others.

More than a hundred silver-armored soldiers consciously scattered to the side.

"You...... What are you going to do? ”

"Beware of our boss beating you so much that you can't go online!"

At this moment, these Heavenly Netherworld Guild players are still threatening.

It's just that the next second is when they scream.

"Ouch, don't slap your face."

"Ouch, don't hit the chest, if you fight again, it'll be a draw."

"My teeth, you dare to hit my ......, ouch, you are the uncle, lightly, ouch......, I was wrong."

……

Including Dazhi, dozens of people were severely beaten by tens of thousands of people, and the scene can be imagined.

"The people of the Heavenly Netherworld Guild deserve it! I didn't expect to be so vicious that he actually framed the Divine Pavilion! ”

"That's right, hitting them is light, and they should be cut to death with a knife."

"At the moment, they just want to die, and they can be resurrected anyway."

The onlookers were also pointing and pointing with angry faces.

Half a moment later, Dazhi and the others were beaten out of human form, lying on the ground and wailing.

They are physically bound and unable to move, let alone go offline.

"Pull them all to the square, tie them up for me, so that they can't go offline, can't kill themselves, and can't fight monsters!" The poor ghost said.

"Yes!"

More than 100 silver-armored soldiers pulled them to the square, tied them into rice dumplings, and fell to the ground, unable to move.

The poor ghost stood on the square, coldly glancing at the onlookers.

"Today, Tianying uses vicious means to deceive my Divine Pavilion, hereby, I announce, if I catch an ordinary player of Tianying, I will be rewarded with 5,000 gold coins, and if I am in charge or above, I will be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins, and if I catch the god of death, I will be rewarded with 1 million gold coins!"

While shouting, the poor ghost took out a small speaker and swiped wildly on the world channel.

It was swiped hundreds of times in a row, as if gold coins were not money.

The entire world channel has been dominated by poor ghosts.

As soon as these words came out, the world channel immediately exploded.

Messages scrolled wildly.

The poor ghost didn't look at it at all, he took a stool, sat down in the middle of the square, and waited silently.

All around, there were more and more onlookers.

Time passed slowly, and soon, tens of thousands of people flocked to it.

Squinting, it was Murong Qing who came with her members of the Immortal Palace.

In their hands, every two of them bet on a player from the Heavenly Netherworld Guild.

"Poor ghost, I said it, I will ally with the Divine Pavilion, and I will do what I say, these people, I will leave it to you to deal with!"

Murong Qing walked up to the poor ghost and said.

"Miss Murong, thank you, but our Divine Pavilion doesn't need an alliance." After speaking, the poor ghost gave the gold coin to Murong Qing.

"You ......"

Murong Qing's chest froze, and she had nothing to say.

After handing over the Grim Reaper and the others to the poor ghost, he left quickly.

"Poor ghost, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the poor ghost, the face of the god of death changed slightly.

"Knowingly ask!"

After the poor ghost finished speaking coldly, with a wave of his hand, the silver-armored soldiers and reserve members swarmed up and tied up all these heavenly and underworld people into zongzi.

"Let go of me!"

Death shouted.

Useless.

The poor ghost ignored him.

After doing this, the poor ghost swept his gaze and walked in front of the captain of the golden-armored archers.

"Captain of the guard, please help watch these people, if anyone dares to kill them, or come to the rescue, please help deal with these people." The poor ghost said.

"No problem." The captain of the Golden Armor Archer said.

Hearing these words, the onlookers all widened their eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.

This golden-armored archer has become a special use of the Divine Pavilion, how will this game be played in the future?

The heart is cold.

A group of players has nothing to do but be jealous.

The poor ghost ignored the gaze of these people and led them away quickly......

"They are trying to limit the heavens and the underworld, so that they cannot develop."

"Awesome, if this continues, the entire guild of the Heavenly Netherworld will be abolished."

"That's right, don't offend the Divine Pavilion in the future, it's worse than death."

A group of players kept discussing, and there was a light of fear in their eyes.

At this moment, more than a dozen players secretly stood in the crowd, raising their bows and aiming.

"Whew......"

A series of golden arrows flew in an instant, shooting these sneak attacking players into light and shadows, and disappeared into the sky.

……