Looking at the photo in his hand, Shen Jian was very surprised.

It's been more than four months since the three-star copy of Sweet Home he experienced.

He had long had no hope in his heart for this player with the ID of [Uncle Chen].

Only if he was already dead.

Unexpectedly, there was a chance to meet again.

And it seems that although this player has lost the ghost tattoo, a ghost puzzle, he has also made a name for himself in the ghost town and became an auctioneer in the supernatural auction house.

Even the ghost sister-in-law Lu Rong has a lot of respect for her.

There was no hesitation.

Shen Jian went downstairs.

drove away directly from the ghost sister-in-law's car.

According to the information investigated by the Psychic Auction House, the player's disappearance was half a day ago, and the person who captured him was a top-notch red-clothed ghost.

However, this matter has little to do with the supernatural auction house.

Purely a personal vendetta.

It was this player who accidentally offended this top-notch red-clothed ghost, and the other party made the act of arresting people.

However, the trouble is that behind this top red-clothed ghost is covered by other ghost organizations, and a small hall belonging to the name of this ghost organization, once it comes to the door with great fanfare, I am afraid it will cause conflicts between the Menggui gang and other gangs.

It is precisely because of this that the ghost sister-in-law is tired and has to go to the supernatural auction house to solve the matter.

Shen Jian's face was expressionless.

Driving the car, the wind is fast.

Rushing to the destination.

Upstairs.

The ghost sister-in-law had already secretly poked her head out, came to the balcony, and looked at Shen Jian who drove away her car with an angry face.

Gnash one's teeth.

This doctor is too bold.

She is the second-in-command of the Menggui Gang, the wife of the gang leader, and his sister-in-law, but he treats himself like that, and he is ready to do anything if he doesn't agree.

If she hadn't been able to beat it, she would have to let Shen Jian know why she could be in charge of this huge Menggui Gang.

Come to think of this.

She thought twice that she had been intimate with this strange man.

Once hugged by the waist.

One time was that he took the initiative to wrap his arms around the other party's neck, and then was carried into the house horizontally.

"That bastard doctor, let him fuck off tomorrow."

Ghost sister-in-law Lu Rong waved her small fist on the balcony, with a sense of déjà vu that she wanted to give Shen Jian an iron fist in the air.

Then go back to the bedroom.

Go to bed.

It's not that she's afraid that the bastard doctor will return here, it's that she's sleepy.

She had been working for two days straight, running between the supernatural auction house and the business of the Menggui Gang, and she had no time to rest at all.

At this time, there was a man who could help her deal with this, and while maintaining her anger towards Shen Jian, she felt a little at ease.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

……

The other side.

The destination has arrived.

It's a gloomy house.

Shen Jian got out of the car.

A cold breath came over the face, accompanied by some rotten smell, and a faint smell of blood.

Shen Jian looked.

The gate of the house is a two-fold wooden door.

Brushed with vermilion color.

There is a smell of paint, but also a smell of blood.

There was no hesitation.

Shen Jian strode over.

When I got closer, I found that there was a head on the wooden door, which seemed to have been forcibly stuffed into the wooden door, and the blood continued to flow down and seep into the wooden door.

The wooden door was dyed vermilion.

Just when Shen Jian was approaching.

The head on the wooden door suddenly raised its head, and the whole grimace was constantly oozing with blood.

"Help me~"

"I'm stuck here, I can't get my head out."

A miserable cry for help came from the head, the voice mournful and dull.

It sounded in the silence of the house.

Give somebody the creeps.

"Help me~"

"Come on~"

"Help me pull my head out."

Miserable cries for help kept coming out, inducing passers-by to come to help.

Ghost sounds.

More and more desolate.

People can't help but feel compassion and want to step forward to help the other party get out of the situation and save him from this pain.

Shen Jian is no exception.

He walked over.

Anxiously concerned: "Are you calling for help?" ”

"You've been stuffed into a wooden door and can't move now?"

"It's pathetic."

"I can't get used to this kind of bad incident of bullying the weak with the strong and bullying the small with the big, brother ghost, I will definitely call the shots for you."

Wooden Door Ghost: ???

He was slightly stunned.

Did you finally meet a good Samaritan today?

It's not easy.

In a ghost town where the fighting is fierce and there is no sympathy, the probability of meeting a good Samaritan is as slim as the probability of meeting a human.

He has begged for help for more than ten years, and no prey has been baited.

I didn't expect it to finally open today.

Thereupon.

The ghost of the wooden door screamed louder for help.

"I'm so miserable, so pitiful, come and save me~"

"Come here, do you see my head? I was stuffed in and couldn't breathe anymore. ”

Inside the wooden door, a pale, hideous grimace already showed a cruel smile.

When the good Samaritan came over, he dragged him in to be his companion.

The other side.

Shen Jian didn't seem to realize that he was walking towards the abyss step by step, he came to the wooden door and said with concern: "Brother, how can I save you?" ”

The grim smile on Mumen's grimace became thicker and thicker, and his voice became more and more dull: "See my head?" Reach over and help me pull it out. ”

Just when the wooden door ghost thought that this kind man would do it.

But suddenly heard Shen Jian speak: "Good brother, this can't be done, your head has been connected to the wooden door, and if you pull it out, you can only pull your head out, so you will die." ”

Wooden Door Ghost: ......

I have heard for a long time that there are well-wishers who care about their lives and deaths.

This made him slightly stunned.

I felt a moment of warmth.

In this city of ten thousand ghosts, there are still well-wishers.

Isn't it a little bad for him to frame others like this?

The wooden door ghost fell into deep thought.

I felt a little tangled.

Then.

Shen Jian spoke again: "But I can't help it, since this wooden door is connected to you, then if I smash the wooden door, won't I be able to save you?" ”

Wooden Door Ghost: !

！

Hear this.

There was a look of horror on his face.

A mouthful of old blood almost spurted out.

This wooden door is his body, smashing the wooden door, isn't this killing him!

"Don't, don't be like this, good brother, I understand your kindness, you better pull me out, I won't die."

The ghost of the wooden door hurriedly said.

"That's not going to work, I'm sure I'm going to put your safety first."

Shen Jian grinned.

A two-meter-long blood-stained steel rod was pulled out of his body.

At the front of the steel rod, thirty-seven dark red stars were twinkling.

These stars are all the resentment of the ghosts who died under the steel rod, and each time they increase, the spirit of the steel rod is one point stronger.

The steel rods gathered by the thirty-seven fierce ghosts' resentments, just by taking them out, carried an aura that made the powerful ghosts naturally afraid.

The wooden door ghost was completely dumbfounded.

A grimace froze suddenly.

the groove.

What the hell did you take out?

How do I seem to hear the screams of the ghosts?

Is this a ghost weapon that a good person can have?

If this stick goes down, I won't be torn apart.

The wooden door ghost began to be terrified.

God is such a warm scene.

God is such a good man.

This is clearly an evil ghost.

It's still the kind of evil ghost who can't be forgiven.

The howl of the ghost on that ghost weapon is ironclad evidence.

"Good brother, don't move, when it smashes crookedly, it may take you away."

Shen Jian raised the steel rod, his face full of malice.

Wooden Door Ghost: !

！

Don't come here!

Don't come near me.

Before the other party's mental journey was finished, Shen Jian had already exerted his five fingers.

Then.

Slam the wooden door hard.

"Ahh

The ghost of the wooden door immediately let out a terrible scream.

With the shattering of the vermilion wooden doors on both sides, the other party also fell directly into a crash.

On the steel rod, the resentment of the thirty-eighth ghost began to form a new dark red star on it.

An even more weeping wail sounded in it.

Shen Jian dragged a long steel rod and stepped into the house.

……

Parvis.

A dead ghost hangs from a tree with a crooked neck.

His body was pierced by a sharp branch, and further above, a human head was hanging, as if he wanted to climb the crooked neck tree to get the human head, but accidentally fell, just in time to be pierced by the raised spikes.

The dead ghost looked at Shen Jian who walked into the front yard with pity, his eyes turned out, his face was stiff, and his eyes were bloody, extremely hideous.

He was about to speak.

Shen Jian had already walked over first, and said with great enthusiasm: "Good brother, can't you hang on to the top?" ”

The excitement on Shen Jian's face could not be concealed.

It's still a ghost town with high quality.

The previous wooden door ghost was red-clothed, and this cross-dead ghost was close to the top red-clothed level.

Only then did he walk to the front yard and met two red-clothed ghosts of such good quality.

If you go all over, let alone buy dozens.

Pondering.

Shen Jian spoke again: "Don't worry, I'll help you right away." ”

Dead Ghost: ???

I was stunned.

He wondered, he didn't seem to be demagoguery yet, right?

Why did this brother get into the play?

Got a good Samaritan?

Wrong.

Whose well-wishers would trespass into someone else's house without permission?

This is an intruder.

Come to think of this.

The Death Ghost was about to begin to bewitch, and the next moment, his outturned eyes glared at him.

No.

What about saving ghosts?

What are you doing with these two meters of sticks?

And the ghosts on that steel rod wailed......

You're a demon.

The Death Ghost was about to pull his body out of the branch, when he saw Shen Jian grabbing the steel rod with one hand and swinging it out.

Bang.

The Dead Ghost fell.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

Shen Jian skillfully stuffed the corpse into the sack.

On the steel rod, the thirty-ninth dark red star appeared.

……

"Don't run, I saw you in the front yard, what kind of blood and mud children play with, real men should wave sticks and make the enemy disarm and surrender."

Shen Jian raised his stick and chased a little boy from the front yard to the garden in the atrium.

The little boy shivered and hid among the flowers against the wall.

From time to time, his pale gaze looked at the only doorway in the atrium.

His face was full of astonishment and anger.

He was the best of the red-clothed ghosts, and he was chased and ran.

If this is said, his wisdom will be ruined in a moment.

But if he wants to go out and work hard, he doesn't dare.

The ghost outside with a steel rod was too fierce.

Ferocious to the limit.

He watched his little friend be smashed by a stick and fly out dozens of meters, fall to the ground and fall into a state of death.

】

And his partner is also a red-clothed ghost.

But I couldn't stand the blow.

He had to hide, not for the demon to find.

Otherwise, he will end badly.

Soon.

The sound was gone.

Just when the little boy thought that the evil ghost had given up looking for him, a sad laugh suddenly came from behind him: "Found you!" ”?

Little Boy:!

！

He shuddered.

There was a wall behind him, where did the ghost's voice come from?

As his body trembled, the little boy stiffened and turned around.

I just saw Shen Jian grinning at the corners of his mouth, sticking his head in from the wall, and looking at him with a strange smile.

Ghost...... Ghost Domain!?

This demon even has a ghost domain.

The little boy was in despair.

I want to resist.

A black steel rod had swept past.

Little boy, pawn.

The forty-fifth dark red star appeared.

Shen Jian's expression became even more excited.

In just a few minutes, six red-clothed ghosts were entered.

Even the banknote printing factory would not dare to print like this.

Shen Jian has already killed red eyes.

Inch by inch from the front of the house, he walked past like a bully who broke into someone else's house, kicked open the door everywhere he went, and then broke in.

Thereupon.

For the first time, the silent house ushered in a festive cheer.

One after another, the screams rang out one after another.

"Ahh

"Don't come here!"

"No, no, it hurts."

"Evil ghosts, evil ghosts have invaded!"