Looking at Shen Jian, who was righteously speaking in front of him, with a "I'm a good person, I'm sneaking around at night just to hand out flyers", the woman was silent.

I couldn't hold back a little.

Not to mention anything else, there are no so-called good people who dare to wander around the streets of the central city at night.

Who would say that a good person is a good person?

Not to mention.

You cover my mouth and threaten me so skillfully, if you are a good person, the threshold for a good person is too low.

Don't fucking insult those two words.

Come to think of this.

The woman laughed angrily.

She is a ghost and god, one of the few large aristocratic slave owners in the pyramid country, if you talk about identity, there are basically few slave owners who can compare with her, especially after the new pharaoh came to the throne, her defective relative has been reused.

If it weren't for the Temple High Priest being the first contributor to this rebellion, she felt that she could even be the closest person to the Pharaoh's throne.

However......

She was bluffed today.

Not only did he forget that he was still a ghost and god, but what was even more excessive was that after the stranger kidnapped her, he did not rob her of money or sex, but sent her leaflets, and also stepped on a horse to invite her to join the Salvation Sect.

Who doesn't know that the Salvation Church openly opposes the slavery system, claiming to emancipate the slaves and make everyone equal in the Pyramid Country, and she, a noble slave owner who controls a large number of slaves under her command, naturally does not deal with the Salvation Religion, and let her join the Salvation Religion, what is the difference between cutting off her limbs and washing herself and sending her to the wolf's den?

Is she really a fool?

Isn't that a bit insulting?

Immediately.

Her expression became distorted.

Ghost-level supernatural coercion swept the audience.

The temperature dropped to freezing in an instant, and a gust of wind blew.

"Did anyone tell you not to wander the streets at night? Because there is dirt, it becomes unfortunate to get close. ”

She continued with a grim grin.

It seems that he has regained his self-confidence as a ghost.

Shen Jian felt the same way, and nodded, "That's right, it's really easy to touch dirty things at night, just like right now, there is a strange person wearing a pig's head mask, holding a blood-stained serrated broadknife, and his wrists are full of eyeballs, shaking around in this area." ”

"I heard that this weirdo is known as the Eyeball Terminator, and his favorite thing is to collect beautiful eyes, press them on his hands, and use them as trophies."

Woman:???

She was stunned.

What are you talking about?

I mean, I'm the dirty thing, the one who likes to mess around the streets at night, and I've never seen the pig-headed weirdos you mentioned.

After all.

She'd been wandering the area for an unknown number of times, and if there was anything dirty other than her, it would have been a long time ago.

But the truth is, she didn't even hear about it, she hadn't even heard of it.

This pig-headed monster is made up at first glance.

Last second.

She's so confident.

The next second.

Her pupils immediately contracted.

Because she suddenly caught a glimpse of the strange man who was originally standing behind her, and there were cracks on the wrist of the other party's left hand.

The opening is getting wider and wider.

Let's take a closer look.

Where is the opening, it is clearly a pair of eyeballs.

At this time.

The scarlet eyes swirled at will, and finally froze on her.

Connection.

The woman's goosebumps rose.

His face stiffened.

Apparently.

She remembered what Shen Jian said about the rumors about the pig-headed monster.

The gaze shifted an arc again.

The afterglow swept to the strange man behind him, and the position of the head was a whole pig's head, the pig's head seemed to come to life, revealing a hideous posture, just a glance, it made people feel as if they were deeply suppressed madness.

！！！！

This moment.

The woman couldn't stand it.

Both body and mind trembled.

Family, who knows, I was going to come out at night to have some fun, but I didn't expect to meet a real perverted man, molesting and scaring her, it's not a thing.

The more you think about it.

Her expression became more and more frightened.

Trembling, he said, "You...... What the hell are you, the slaves of the temple don't seem to have a ghost level. ”

She recognized the pig's head mask rate as belonging to the slaves of the temple.

But how could there be ghosts and gods among the slaves.

And the supernatural fluctuations contained in this pig's head mask are too terrifying.

She felt like her mind would be eroded away in a short period of time just by looking at it.

But this masked man, his sanity does not seem to be affected, he can still communicate with her, and he shows full subjective initiative.

It didn't look like it was being affected by the supernatural erosion.

Oh, no.

It still affected.

Otherwise, the other party would not run out at night to scare her.

However, this impact is also limited, otherwise what she sees now should be a killing machine that kills people indiscriminately.

Because of this.

Only then would she say that Shen Jian's terrifying level was still above that of ghosts and gods.

At least, stronger than her.

Gan!

Where is this pervert out of nowhere!

Didn't the temple say that it had changed hands? Why don't you bolt up this level of existence and let the other party run around?

Emancipating slaves is not a bottom line that is fully liberalized and acts according to their own hobbies.

In that case, civilization will collapse sooner or later.

The woman complained wildly in her heart.

A mouthful of old blood almost didn't spurt out.

I wanted to scold, but I was afraid that Shen Jian would have a stress reaction.

I can only observe cautiously.

The corners of Shen Jian's mouth were raised, and the pig's head mask also made a hideous grimace, and his deep and penetrating voice slowly swayed: "Do you want to join the Salvation Sect?" Although you contribute money, you can also get a full job, and the sense of accomplishment you have is not comparable to being a slave owner who sits and waits for death. ”

Woman:......

The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely.

God has a special sense of accomplishment.

This is the first time that the old lady has heard that you have to pay money to have a job.

And.

Do you know how much pain it is to sit and wait to die?

Waking up every day is an astronomical amount of horror coins to spend, and today's share has not been spent, and tomorrow's share will be credited to the account again.

It's boring.

Otherwise, why do you think I'm a royal relative, why don't I sleep in the middle of the night and come to these slums to have fun?

"Can I refuse?"

The woman asked cautiously.

Shen Jian smiled and said: "Of course, every ghost has the right to choose his life freely, and no one can persecute you, this is the purpose of the Salvation Sect." ”

Bang dang.

After speaking.

A crisp sound rang out.

The woman looked down.

It turned out that a pig-killing knife fell from Shen Jianjian.

It was stained with blood, and there was faintly minced meat wrapped around it, as if it had just been processed with some kind of meat product.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, this is what I'm trying to defend myself with."

Shen Jian squatted down and picked it up.

When he stood up, another mace fell.

This was followed by chainsaws, decapitation broadswords, hammers, chains......

Woman:......

She was terrified.

What do you mean?

What does this man mean by that?

It's threatening her, isn't it? It's definitely a threat to her.

Soon.

The woman judged the situation.

Looking at the "various self-defense weapons" that Shen Jian said, his eyelids jumped up.

It's too professional for Nyima.

I'm afraid that the killer doesn't have as many weapons as you.

Now you say that you are a good person, and you say that Salvation is voluntary, who believes it?

I'm afraid that if I don't refuse in the last second, my head will open in the next second, and it will crack on the spot.

Tangled for a few seconds.

The woman still gave in.

Lowering his head, he wanted to cry without tears: "Don't drop it, I'm afraid, I'm willing to join the Salvation Sect, I pay the money." ”

Ultimately.

Shen Jian got his wish and invited the first aristocratic slave owner to join the camp of the Salvation Sect.

In addition to setting an example for little Ivy, the most important thing is that he thought of a way to liquidate the remaining aristocratic slave owners of the royal party faster.

And this.

You need a helper who can abandon the darkness and turn to the light.

That is, the woman in front of her who showed a sad and indignant face, and looked like she had fallen into the wolf's den and was innocent.

Shen Jian simply welcomed the newcomers to join the club, and directly issued the task of joining.

……

"What, it's not enough for me to be a traitor, you're going to make me infamous and notorious?"

Hearing Shen Jian's request, the woman was so angry that she almost jumped to her feet.

glared at Shen Jian angrily.

If eyes could kill, Shen Jian might have been divided into one hundred and eight pieces by now.

"How can it be so serious, I just want you to invite other noble slave owners out and have a feast."

Shen Jian waved his hand and explained.

"Is there a difference?"

"Can the reputation be better?"

“…… Then I really thank you. ”

The woman gritted her teeth.

What is Shen Jian's idea, she naturally knows that if she invites other noble slave owners out, her reputation will be completely stinky, and she will be completely isolated by other powerful people.

Once you take this step, there is really no turning back.

But right now, the form is stronger than the person, and even if she opposes it, she can't twist her thighs.

And it suddenly occurred to her that it was shameful for her to betray alone, but if a bunch of people betrayed, then she had the insight to find the organization in advance.

Think of it this way.

Her guilt was gone.

The moral bottom line of ghosts should be flexible. (End of chapter)