Following.

"I ...... I've advanced to the top ghost king!? ”

Shen Jian woke up with a scream.

Looking at the lady squire with a face full of disbelief.

Shen Jian's eyes were inexplicable, but he didn't expect that this lady's ability to bear it was not weak, even if her voice was a little hoarse, she was still passively subjected to his attacks.

You know, he has been maintaining the form of a vampire ancestor last night, just to know if he can create a vampire with a high bloodline by embracing the powerful ghosts who don't have vampire blood.

And the results are clear.

Mrs. Shilang accepted his gift with high intensity, not only became the first generation of vampires, but also directly promoted from an abyss-level ghost to a top ghost king.

But at the same time, there are also changes that are different from ordinary vampires.

The most obvious is the vampire's unique red eyes, fangs, bat wings, and the absence of Mrs. Squire.

From the outside, nothing has changed except for the moisturized ruddy.

At this time, Mrs. Shilang was shocked, "I seem to be able to control the blood?" In the dark, I can also turn every part of myself into a supernatural creation. ”

said.

Her fingers detached from a piece and turned into a palm-sized bat.

The bat flew out through the small window above the cell, and stayed outside.

"I can clearly feel that these bats are also a part of me, with eighty percent of my supernatural powers, and they also have the ability to resemble a ghost domain, which can be freely transformed among these bats."

Hear out.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

He had two guesses.

One: The reason for this change is that he adopted the traditional neck-biting ritual of the first embrace, by infusing the vampire ancestor's supernatural spirit into the body of the first embracer.

Second: Non-vampire races are born with different spirits from vampire offspring.

As for what kind of result it is, he can draw conclusions next time he uses an ordinary ghost and a vampire to start hugging in the same way.

Pondered.

Shen Jian stared intently at the beautiful woman in front of him.

Faintly and a little excited.

Madame Squire also noticed this.

Followed by.

put on the brocade clothes scattered in the cell one by one, and hurriedly, because while she was dressing, Shen Jian was still unscrupulously admiring her curvaceous figure.

This made her body as hot as red-hot iron, and her delicate body was slightly weak.

obviously remembered the scene when Shen Jian took her to the famous mountain in autumn.

It wasn't until she put on her clothes that she dared to stand in front of Shen Jian.

But when she thought of everything last night, she had a sense of déjà vu that she had been stripped naked and standing naked in front of this man.

"You...... It's time for you to leave. ”

Mrs. Squire said in a weak voice.

That delicate and weak look, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Shen Jian sighed with emotion.

This woman is really terrible in disguise.

Who can resist a person who is delicate in front and patient in the back...... The beautiful woman?

This contrast is no less than that of a proud goddess who licks your dog behind her back.

Come to think of this.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Madam, you don't think you can offset it once, right?" ”

Hear this.

Mrs. Squire's delicate body trembled.

But soon, Bei bit his teeth and said delicately: "My lord, after all, I am a family person, if I am discovered, it will not only damage my reputation, but also be bad for my father." ”

"I know, then until your husband's grievances are cleared, and then I won't go to you again."

Shen Jian said.

Madame Squire fell into deep thought.

Her husband was dismissed from his official position and put on death row because he was framed for treason, and there was only half a month left before the execution, in other words, she only needed to endure another half a month before her husband's sin could be cleared.

No matter how bad it is, there is no danger to life.

After that, with the help of her father, it didn't take long to clear the charge.

At most, it will not be more than half a year.

Half...... When this man is the mistress of the disgrace.

Come to think of this.

Mrs. Squire was stunned.

Then he muttered: It's just half a year, and after half a year, our family can be reunited.

Thereupon.

She nodded.

Looked at.

The smile on Shen Jian's face became even stronger.

Beckon.

This husband is a three-grade squire, and his father is the wife of the prime minister of the dynasty, so he came over cowardly.

Shen Jian stretched out his hand.

"Madam, I'll be a little busy in a few days, so let's make up for it now."

……

Time passes.

It's three days.

this day.

Class C cell.

A group of players on patrol have welcomed the Warden.

"Which of you goes up to the Grade A cell to take a look, take the jailer's body down, and also, if the corridor is dirty, you must clean it, the prisoners in the A cell's cell are either rich or expensive, and no matter how bad they are, they are also big people, and they must be kept clean as a whole."

Hear this.

Everyone's faces turned pale.

Going to a Grade A cell?

Do you still want to clean?

Trouble.

Isn't this going to die?

One of the most famous players in the supernatural circle has died there, and they are talking about it, but they still have a certain understanding of their own strength.

Even the players with the code name "Yama" can't bear it, and if they go, they are basically bound to die.

However.

The warden did not give a chance to refuse.

After that, it is to leave.

Let the players freeze in place as if they were in trouble.

"Damn, this bastard, it doesn't matter if he dies, and now we're going to die too."

"Damn, Grade A cell, who dares to go to Grade A cell for a walk? If the corpse is thrown in the depths, and our strength goes, won't there be another corpse? ”

"It's over, it's over, if it goes on like this, we may be like a gourd baby saving grandpa, send it one after another, this warden has some serious illness, he is a top ghost king, and he wants a group of us little jailers to go."

"Thriller game, do you dare to be fair."

The people were astonished and angry.

I originally thought about staying for a month, but I didn't expect that it was only the fourth day, and I encountered a mortal mission.

And now.

They had to choose someone to do the task.

Come to think of this.

Players are on guard.

None of them were willing to take on the task.

are all thinking about getting other people on.

Dead friends don't die poor, that's their only idea.

That's when it happened.

"I'll go."

Luo Quan stood up.

He had extremely dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like he was dying.

Hear the words.

Everyone looked stunned and showed surprise.

A level 38 player who has the guts to go to a Grade A cell?

Even if you are the person in charge of the city, this is inevitably too bold.

But......

No one objected.

There are those who are not afraid of death who are willing to explore the way, and they naturally can't ask for it.

Amid a large number of compliments, Luo Quanquan showed resoluteness and walked in the direction of the Class A cell.

He knew what it meant to be in a Class A cell at his own strength.

But......

He didn't have a choice.

Because he is the lowest level and the lowest strength among all players.

When the others reacted, he was still the pathfinder.

Maybe there will be more incidents.

For example, being manipulated by spirits.

Rather than that, he might as well get a head start, so that he can at least have a chance of surviving.

And.

He still had some hope for Shen Jian in his heart.

He didn't think that with Shen Jian's ability, he would die in a Class A cell.

Of course, he himself knew what it meant to be without a trace for three days.

The so-called not dead may just be his extravagant hope.

Luo Quan smiled self-deprecatingly.

He stepped in without hesitation.

……

Class A cell.

The moment he stepped into this place, he had one thought in his heart: clean.

It's not like a Class C cell, it's dark, damp, and it smells rancid, but it's clean, tidy, and doesn't even smell like it.

But he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt like it had just been cleaned.

Luo Quan glanced around.

The cells here are far apart.

Unlike the places he patrolled, there were four prisoners living in one cell, and he could hear the screams of the ghosts every day, and he had to clean them every day.

Luo Quan walked in.

Carefully moving his steps.

Adrenaline rushes.

Don't look at the neat, quiet and excellent environment here.

But he knew that this was the most dangerous place in the Jing Prison, and every prisoner held in it was no less terrifying than the Abyss level.

Once he caught the attention of one of the ghosts, he would surely die.

Soon.

He walked past cell number one.

This cell is a bit strange and doesn't have any small windows.

Cell 2 is also a bit strange, not only can you not see the small window, but there is not even a door.

He was taken aback.

What kind of vicious existence does it have to be at the border here?

Not only is it not worthy of a small window, but even the prison door is not daring to stay.

Could it be that every time you move, you can only pass through the ghost domain?

He gasped.

It's hard to imagine what a terrifying ghost it must be in the Beijing Prison, which has the top ghost king of the Warden, to make the Beijing Prison create a tight-fitting No. 2 cell.

Walk through cell two.

The small window of cell 3 was open.

He only dared to glance, and did not dare to stay for a long time.

At the same time, he also felt strange, with his eyesight, as long as he saw the scene a hundred meters away, he didn't see Shen Jian's body at all.

No traces of blood were found.

Don't...... Was Yama dragged into a cell by some ghost?

With this in mind.

His pace was a little faster.

And yet at this moment.

A big eyeball was stuck to the small window of cell No. 3, staring at the dark floor that Luo Quan kept stepping on, and let out an angry roar:

"Ahh

Luo Quan: ???

He was a little confused.

Yes?

Trampling on the dirt here?

Is this what the fuck you're supposed to say as a prisoner?

Shouldn't you have launched a supernatural attack the moment you saw me, made me come over without resistance, and then killed me?

What the hell is it that trampled on the ground?

He glanced back at the aisle.

It's dirty indeed.

After all, the Class C cell itself is not clean, and it is full of fighting all day long, and he patrols such a place, where can his shoes be clean.

But......

He still felt a strong sense of disobedience.

This script is not quite right.

"What? Trampling on the ground, I just mopped the ground, which stepped on, I want to soak his head in a vessel as a night pot. ”

Then.

Another angry voice rang out.

Crunch.

The door to cell 3...... Straight open.

An old man with a fairy wind and bones walked out, holding a mop in his hand, and his grimace suddenly turned to the front, hideous and distorted.

"Although I sweep the floor, it's so dirty, I can't sweep it at all, Xiaoyou, I see that you have a way to die, come and let me help you dredge your mind."

Followed by.

Another figure came out, a middle-aged man in a teacher's clothes, holding a sweeper in his hand.

His voice was seductive.

You can't help but want to get closer.

"Damn, play alone for ten minutes, or I'll call him out."

The big-eyed balls that started to speak out also ran out.

He was covered in darkness, with a huge eye on his head, and a rag on top of it.

This moment.

Luo Quan was completely stunned.

Let's not talk about what is going on with these three ghosts dressed as cleaners, why can the prisoners here open the cell door by themselves?

Nima.

No wonder there are no jailers patrolling Class A cells.

This patrol is a fart.

Prisoners can walk out of their cells without permission, and as many jailers as they come, they will die.

At this time.

Luo Quan was shocked, angry, and desperate.

Because all the circumstances here have shown that Yama is long dead.

Died on the hands of this group of prisoners who were free to open the prison doors.

And the next one is him.

Despair.

Impotence.

Unwilling.

Furious.

All kinds of emotions are intertwined, and finally turn into ashes.

Two abyss-level ghost kings, one top-notch ghost king, not to mention that he is only level 38, even if he is now level 58, he will not escape death.

In this case, even if the strongest of the ghost hunters comes, they can only die and struggle.

However.

The next second.

A familiar voice came from cell number two next door.

The voice cursed.

"What are you pressing, don't hurry up and mop it up."

Luo Quan: ?

His eyes widened.

I suspect that I am hallucinating.

How could he have heard Yama's voice?

(End of chapter)