See the conversation above.

Li Ling couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

OK.

The pattern is big for the lad.

End the chat.

His mind focused on the activity venue, exhaled, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already appeared in the Hundred Ghost Temple.

At this time.

There are about a dozen players in this temple, some of them are holding incense and candles and worshipping there, and there are about six or seven of them, just staying aside, doing nothing, just waiting silently.

Li Ling released his breath and probed.

These players, without exception, all have a trick on their bodies, and this monster seems to have been suppressed by some kind of force, and there is no sign of recovery.

That's all there should be.

Li Ling looked at them.

Soon, these long-awaited members of the Ghost Control Sect also noticed Li Ling, and in an instant, a group of people suddenly rushed up and stood in front of Li Ling.

"One of the three seats of the Ghost Tamper, you can call me a curse."

A man who looked extremely gloomy walked over, his chest covered with all kinds of talismans, extremely weird.

"Yesterday... You seem to have had a conflict with one of our members of the Ghost Sect, and not only captured the ghost, but also beat him up, right? ”

Li Ling glanced at the guy in front of him and stretched out a middle finger: "Who are you doing?" ”

Trickery: ...

Cultists of the Ghost Riders: ...

"You don't have to say that, do you?"

With a sigh.

The talisman attached to the trick automatically floated out and stuck on Li Ling's shoulder: "I wanted to have a good talk with you, after all, they are all players, but you are a little too deceitful and too deceitful..."

"My talisman, also known as the ghost press, once it is pasted, I can't move all over my body, you now..."

He wasn't done yet.

Li Ling tore off the talisman, aimed at the cheek of the trick in front of him, and reluctantly came to a *** pocket.

The blow slapped the other man's cheek, and even the teeth fell out to the floor.

"You!"

Seeing that the other party's strength was good, he slowly exhaled a breath, and a strange syllable came out of his mouth, but just now he said "oh", and he slapped it again.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, you're a big mom."

Li Ling gave an extremely symmetrical slap print to the other party's left and right faces: "*** Try it again?" ”

Trickery: ...

Two slaps down.

The other members of the Ghost Tamper Sect on the side realized that the war had begun, and all the tricks that existed on their bodies were used at this time, and for a while, the entire room was filled with a strong yin aura.

"Three seats of the Ghost Sect, Ghost Fang"

Another voice came.

Turn your head to look.

A strangely ugly-looking man opened his mouth at this time, and his teeth were like fangs, extremely sharp, as if he could chew anything.

And then...

A black barrel pressed against his head.

Treacherous: ...

Members of the Cult of the Demons: ...

What age is it, and they are still using such old-fashioned ways of fighting, my lord, times have changed...

Looking at the ghost fang in front of him, he didn't dare to move for a moment.

Li Ling took the Desert Eagle he had obtained from someone, and the barrel of the gun was adjusted to his fangs: "You say, is your ghost tooth hard, or the bullet hard?" ”

Treacherous: ...

"I think we can discuss it."

The barrel of the gun was in front of him, and the treacherous tooth had lost the demeanor he had when he first signed up: "Maybe there is something wrong with our member, it's a misunderstanding." ”

"No, no, no, you can't be so innocent."

Li Ling hurriedly waved his hand: "It's just that I provoked first, robbed him of his trick, and beat his people, can't I?" ”

"Don't deceive people too much!"

A member of the church couldn't help but speak at this point: "We're ready to go, you have a gun (this chapter is not over!) )

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Take one away, and we'll kill you right away, and we won't give you a second trigger bullet! ”

"You can see if your gun is fast, or my trick is fast!"

Hear this.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his face turned the color of pig liver, and he couldn't help but glance back at the member who spoke.

Attaboy

If you don't die this time, it will be your turn next time.

Li Ling raised his eyebrows, the aura on his body spread out reluctantly, and the soul restraint technique suppressed the tricks on these people's bodies, and the barrel of the gun was aimed at his thigh, and he pulled the trigger reluctantly.

There was a thud.

The bullet instantly passed through the opponent's thigh, and the player just wanted to launch the trick when he saw this, but found out...

It was as if it was dead, and it didn't dare to move.

Li Ling held up the gun: "I shot, and then what?" ”

Gamer:...

"I'm sorry brother, I was a little rampant just now."

"Brother?"

"No, Dad, I was wrong Dad."

The speed at which this kid's face changes is impressive.

Under the suppression of Soul Restraint.

The tricks on these players are like their own sons meeting their fathers, and no matter how much the players urge, they can't play any role.

In fact, to put it bluntly, these players are now relying on the power of ghosts with the power of this thriller game, and the tricks, or some other things, are relying on the power of ghosts.

But it's not a coincidence.

Li Ling as a yin.

It's the ghost who fights!

When these players have been on for a long time, they find that they can't even urge the trick.

They soon realized that something was wrong.

But alas.

Consciousness is a little late.

Li Ling pulled the trick and the trick to one side, and the other five ordinary members to the other side.

"Judging from your posture just now, you should have come here to take revenge, right?"

Heard Li Ling's question.

The trick on one side is almost without any thought: "Revenge? Your Excellency is thinking wrong, that guy is still lying in bed to recuperate, using so much force, presumably Your Excellency must have been affected at that time, we actually came here this time to apologize. ”

Li Ling: ...

Members of the Cult of the Demons: ...

Three seats deserve to be three.

Good reaction speed.

"I like your kindness very much."

Li Ling shook his head: "But how can you apologize for this matter and just talk about it?" ”

"Do you know how distressed I was when he splashed blood on my clothes?"

Li Ling held the baton and described affectionately: "At that time, he stayed in your position and came to question me why he snatched away the ghost he was worshipping. ”

"Do I need a reason to snatch his ghost?"

Li Ling tilted his head and asked, "Do you need it?" ”

The Ghost Sect hurriedly shook their heads: "No, no, no..."

"That's what I thought at the time."

Li Ling nodded, and the baton was compared to the head of the player in front of him: "Yes, this is the position, I picked up the baton and smashed it directly, I said that you may not feel it, otherwise..."

"Shall I show you?

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