This time.

After knowing Shen Jian's character, the beggar ghost no longer dared to speak, and the main thing was a dog-legged appearance.

At somebody's service.

The attitude is so respectful that it can't be done.

He didn't even look at the former partner who had fallen straight behind him, and he had fallen into a deep sleep, and he didn't dare to express the slightest worry, for fear that if he was not careful, he would be accused of being Shen Jian's compatriot love.

Charges are not the biggest problem.

He was afraid, Shen Jian was not happy, so he casually used this charge to scold him.

As it sounds, this may sound a bit ridiculous.

How can anyone choose to slap the other party because of the love and righteousness of the ghosts around them.

But......

He didn't dare to gamble.

Especially since he had already seen the scene where Shen Jian killed all the members of the Black Dragon Society for such a ridiculous reason, if Shen Jian came to say, "The love of compatriots is so deep, at first glance, it is ill-intentioned towards me and wants to take revenge", what should he do?

There was nothing he could do.

So the most correct thing to do is to be a dog leg wholeheartedly.

There is still a chance to survive.

Let alone.

He also saw Shen Jian's performance just now.

In addition to the bad behavior of beating a rake and liking to play tricks, Shen Jian's methods also shocked him.

It only took three gongs to wipe out the entire Black Dragon Society, and you know, there are a few of them that are not inferior to the vice president of their intelligence department.

But even so, it was still solved by the sound of a gong.

He saw it very clearly.

Shen Jiancheng seemed to have struck the gong three times, but in fact, the first and second strokes were just hors d'oeuvres, and the drama was greater than the others, but the last one was the real supernatural attack.

It was also the last blow that killed more than 200 members of the Black Dragon Society in an instant, causing the effect of group annihilation.

With this kind of strength, ordinary ghosts and gods can't do it.

Even the vice president of the Black Dragon Society's most terrifying combat section can only kill everyone, but not "wipe out in an instant", and the two seem to have the same meaning, but there is actually a big difference.

The beggar ghost knows that he has greatly underestimated the strength of this man.

The terrifying level of the other party must be as simple as ghosts and gods.

Think of it this way.

His kneeling and licking behavior became more and more obvious.

One will applaud "Big Brother is awesome", and the other will be sad and say "I'm not familiar with the Black Dragon Society".

That appearance completely shows the image that a senior old licking dog should have.

Meantime.

The beggar ghost also does not forget to show his commercial value.

"Big brother, at this point in time, the vice presidents of the three major branches should also be asleep, in that case, they will be awakened when they hear the sound of the gong and join the battlefield, but now none of them have appeared, which means that they are hiding in the multi-layer ghost domain."

"I guess that at this time, the three vice presidents were tasting the drunken dream death elixir to eliminate their own grievances, so they didn't hear any movement."

Shen Jian paused.

Drunken Dream Death Elixir, a specialty of the fifth Luo Xuan genius, and a product of the Afterlife Pavilion, one of the three overlord-level forces in the Bloody Capital, has the supernatural effect of eliminating the resentment of powerful ghosts, purifying the soul, and preventing it from falling into evil ghosts.

And.

Because drinking the potion will produce all kinds of intricate thoughts, such as making people immersed in it, lingering, forgetting everything, so it is called the potion of drunken life and dream death.

The reason why Shen Jian paid attention to this was because its effect was suspected to be a weakened version of Meng Po Tang.

What's more critical is that Meng Po is suspected to be in the fifth Luo Yutian.

In this case, a supernatural elixir with the low-profile effect of Meng Po Tang naturally came into his sight.

His eyes were dark.

One of the six reincarnations, the Heavenly Dao unlocking condition is to let the dead soul enter the reincarnation and let the underworld completely reappear in the world, among them, only the Sansheng Stone and Meng Po Tang are currently missing.

In the former, he has found clear clues

The latter is still uncertain information.

Now.

He came in person to ascertain the authenticity of the information.

Complete one of them.

If it really doesn't work, he would rather overturn this place and find out Meng Po's whereabouts.

Come to think of this.

Shen Jian continued to walk.

Soon.

A layer of ripples rippled.

While passing through the end of the village, the original dilapidated environment suddenly changed and turned into a glorious attic.

The mountains are high and the water is beautiful.

The attic stands.

It's ghostly.

There was a faint ghost howl.

The beggar ghost explained with some emotion: "Big brother, this is the former site of the Black Dragon Society, and now it has been divided by the Death Pavilion and become its territory, but I didn't expect the vice president to reproduce all this with the ghost domain, presumably still remembering the glorious history of the Black Dragon Society." ”

Shen Jian was not interested.

Glance at it.

The eye was soon focused on one of the attics.

Showing a little more interest, he grinned: "Found it." ”

……

Inside the palatial central loft.

The three figures were lying on their backs on their seats, their faces looking pleasant, as if they were swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

An iron-armed ghost with a burly figure and a left arm that was obviously larger than his right arm looked at the ceiling and said with a relaxed expression: "This drunken dream death elixir is really a divine thing, I have killed a lot of ghosts these days, and I faintly feel that my resentment is a little uncontrollable. ”

He is the Vice President of the Black Dragon Society's Battle Section.

Although the Black Dragon Society did not make a comeback, relying on the terrifying strength of the ghost god level, he was still considered vertical and horizontal in the bloody capital.

I don't know how many low-level ghosts who live here have been torn apart.

Shattered their hopes of survival.

Because of this.

Every time he killed a ghost, the resentment on his body became heavier.

The resentment in his body is almost substantial.

Already infinitely close to the real evil spirit.

If it weren't for the drunken dream death potion, sooner or later, within a month, he would probably become a madman who didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"It's a pity that this supernatural elixir is produced by the Afterlife Pavilion, and it can't be grabbed, and each force can only get one a month, otherwise everything will be involved."

The other half-squinted, the dark ghost's eyes full of calculations, the conspiracy ghost picked up the words of the iron-armed ghost.

He is the Vice President of the Mobile Division.

It was the Black Dragon Society's assault that was organized.

It is known for its gloom and planned damage.

"Even if you want to rob it, it won't be our turn, when the Hundred Ghosts Guild and the Induction God Palace eat dry rice? Believe it or not, as soon as we had this thought, the Yin God Palace would give us a thunderous blow and wipe us out in the Bloody City completely? ”

The last person to speak was the vice president of the logistics department.

He is short in stature, very old-fashioned, and looks emaciated.

I coughed a few times from time to time.

"You're just too timid, what is the Yin God Palace, if it weren't for the fact that the president offended the pavilion master of the Afterlife Pavilion and was hit by the dimensionality reduction, this Yin God Palace still doesn't know if it can sit in the third place."

The Iron Arm Ghost snorted disdainfully.

The tone was full of disbelief.

"But the problem now is that the Yin God Palace is firmly in the third position, and we can only split it into four parts, living in the most inconspicuous position, and all the members don't even have three hundred."

The thin ghost replied.

"You ......"

The iron-armed ghost was about to go berserk, and the conspiracy ghost, the vice president of the mobile section, had already spoken out to stop it: "Stop the meeting, the drunken dream death elixir has taken effect, and when the consciousness is in a trance, the boundary between virtual and reality will be weakened, so that we can't tell the truth, if you continue to quarrel, can you tell whether you are talking or talking nonsense in your dreams?" ”

Hear this.

Silence in the attic.

Neither of them spoke again.

Immerse yourself in the washing of all troubles.

That's when it happened.

Stomp ......

The sound of footsteps echoed slowly from far to near.

The three of them opened their eyes violently.

They are all ghosts and gods, and they can be described as extremely sensitive in terms of supernatural perception.

But just now, I didn't even notice a little supernatural fluctuation.

If it weren't for the sound, they wouldn't have known that an uninvited guest had broken into the ghost domain.

This situation is simply impossible.

No one could come in quietly in front of their three ghosts.

Thereupon.

A thought popped into the minds of the three of them at the same time:

This time the dream is more real than ever.

……

Just thinking about it.

The emaciated ghost farthest from the door, that is, the vice president of the logistics department, happened to see a figure walk in.

A handsome man with a blood-stained hemp rope tied around his wrist, and his personal characteristics are very distinct.

？

The thin grimace had a look of confusion on his face.

Who is this man?

The Drunken Dream Death Elixir allows the user to forget everything in the dream and immerse himself in the most beautiful fantasies, but this has the premise that the content of the dream is based on his own memory.

But right now, he clearly doesn't know this man.

What's going on with this horse?

What did I imagine for such a man to enter into a dream?

Last second.

The skinny ghost is still wondering if his orientation is abnormal.

The next second.

He was stunned.

I saw that the corner of the man's mouth was grinning, and he took out a blood-stained scalpel from his body, and then came to the back of the iron-armed ghost with compassion, stretched out his big hand, and slashed, just like that, in front of the three of them, the throat of the iron-armed ghost was sliced.

In a flash.

Ghost blood spurted out.

Fishy blood splattered even on the furthest emaciated grimace.

This time.

He was completely stunned.

it?

it!

I knew why I didn't know this man.

Dare to love This is my subconscious feeling that I can't find acquaintances to assassinate the iron-armed ghost, so I fantasized about a completely strange man.

And his dream is to watch the iron-armed ghost die.

I see.

This moment.

The thin ghost's eyes were in a trance.

It turns out that in my subconscious, I want the Iron Arm to die?

What do I think?

I was a person in my heart who would repay me?

He fell into deep self-doubt......

(End of chapter)