The other side.

As Ai Wei, who saw everything throughout the whole process, looking at the scene in front of her who forced her to become a prostitute, her mouth couldn't help but open, and she could stuff two ham sausages.

I just feel shocked.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jian actually succeeded in making a noble slave owner give up his greatest advantage and join the salvation sect instead through persuasion.

She thought that Shen Jian was just talking about it, forcibly saving his dignity for his identity.

If you really want a noble slave owner to abandon the light and turn to the dark, you have to torture it fiercely, even threaten your life.

Can ...... now

The results exceeded her expectations.

She stood far away, and could only see the movements of Shen Jian and the woman, as for what she was talking about, she couldn't hear it clearly, but it wasn't a threatening remark, otherwise the woman would have erupted a long time ago.

In this case, she really couldn't imagine what Shen Jian said in order to successfully convince a woman.

This eloquence, if you don't go to MLM, you will be succumbing.

You have done something illegal in the human world before.

With this in mind.

Little Ivy hesitated for a moment and walked over.

I happened to hear that Shen Jian was discussing with a woman how to hook up with other aristocratic slave owners and catch them all.

Connection.

A word rang in her head.

"People who are more cruel than you are trying, what right do you have not to fight?"

She has a lot to learn.

……

Not much.

A group of aristocratic slave owners who received the woman's invitation all appeared.

There are a total of five figures.

Each of them carried supernatural fluctuations that were not weaker than the level of ghosts and gods, and the moment they appeared together, the sky of the entire street seemed to be a little darker, and the faint sound of the yin wind roared for no reason, and the people who blew were creepy.

"What is that woman doing with us at night?"

A blood-eyed ghost with a twisted neck, dark pupils, and bleeding tears looked at the dark complex and wondered.

He was the first to receive the supernatural medium, and he thought it was a sexual affair, but he didn't expect the other party to invite more than one of him, which was disappointing.

"I don't know, but I did hear that she had a hobby of roaming the streets at night, capturing slaves everywhere for her own fun, and I guess she just thought of something urgent, so she invited us over as soon as possible."

A disfigured ghost whose face is mostly burned and sewn up with the skin of a different ghost explains.

He was also a little disappointed.

Because he also felt that he was the first to receive the supernatural medium, when he saw the blood-eyed ghost, he even thought that this might be a drama of Double Dragon vs. Luan Feng.

"I don't know what to say, the dignified slave owner, he actually ended up in person, I don't know, I think how hard it is for me to wait, I can't open the pot in life, and I can only support myself."

Another ghost and god spoke coldly.

It's a ghost mother-in-law.

Half-bent waist, obviously preaching and reprimanding, but a wrinkled grimace was full of smiling expressions.

It gives people a sense of déjà vu of a smiling tiger.

But no one refuted the words of the ghost mother-in-law.

Just because this old woman is also related to the new pharaoh and belongs to the category of royal relatives.

The other party can scold, but they can't.

It's not that you can't afford to offend, it's that it's not necessary.

"Don't fight, go and see what's going on, it's an eventful time now, the temple has changed hands, the royal party is weak, and the royalists are eyeing each other, if even we have internal strife, then the royal party will be completely finished."

Then.

A deep voice sounded.

A hideous ghost in a black gauze robe, with his lips torn open to the base of his ears, and the flesh and blood on his mouth completely exposed to the skin, interrupted everyone's dissatisfaction.

Instantly.

The field fell silent.

Even the dissatisfaction on the face of the ghost mother-in-law has subsided a lot.

Say no more.

In the world view of ghosts, the law of the jungle is the most basic law, and whoever has a high level of terror can occupy the dominant position.

And the six largest aristocratic slave owners of the royal party, that is, among their six ghosts and gods, the highest level of terror is the hideous ghost who interrupts everyone with a voice.

The terrifying level of the other party is infinitely close to the world-destroying level ghosts and gods, and they are at the same level as the temple high priest, perhaps in terms of head-to-head confrontation, the hideous ghosts are slightly inferior to the temple high priests, but for them who only have the strength of ghosts and gods, the hideous ghosts are also a mountain that cannot be crossed.

Whether it is personal strength or the number of slaves they own, the hideous ghosts are much stronger than them and have the greatest right to speak.

In the absence of self-interest, they still listen to the words of the hideous ghosts.

Not to mention.

This is indeed true.

The current situation of the royal party is not optimistic, a royalist party is enough to give the royal family a headache, coupled with the recent change of ownership of the temple and the rise of the Salvation Religion, which has greatly deepened the chaos in the pyramid country.

If they don't unite again, sooner or later they will be defeated one by one.

At that time.

Their group of the largest slave owners in the pyramid country is definitely the existence that everyone shouts about.

Soon.

The five ghosts and gods followed the guidance of the supernatural medium and came to a house.

The door is open.

It seems to greet everyone.

"What do you mean? Why is she playing with us? The blood-eyed ghost muttered dissatisfiedly.

Bad eyes.

Originally, it was displeasing enough that he didn't make an appointment with the cannon, but now the other party seems to be interested in playing some tricks with them, and it doesn't matter if they don't come forward to greet them in person, and they don't even have a few slaves to guide them.

Look.

It seems that the intention is to let them go out and find out her traces.

Hemp eggs.

I really think I'm a princess.

Also play this scaring game.

That's when it happened.

The disfigured ghost seems to have noticed something.

His face changed dramatically.

The rest also noticed.

I saw that on the outer wall of the house, there were blood stains seeping out, forming a strange death portrait, in the blood painting, the five stickmen corresponded to five different death forms.

What's even more infiltrating is that these five stickmen, the more they look at them, the more familiar they feel.

Then there was a surprise.

Aren't they the ones who pedal the horse?

Their deaths were revealed by some strange supernatural means.

What is it?

Prank?

Even if it's a prank, this Nima's is too much.

The blood-eyed ghost had the first cold face, and more blood and tears flowed from his dark pupils, making his whole person look more distorted and vicious, and a gloomy and cruel laugh sounded at the right time: "Boring tricks, can't you see it?" That woman is just playing with us, she's just playing with us, you want to accompany us, I don't. ”

Let's talk about it.

He turned and walked away.

The disfigured ghost's voice hesitated: "Bloody Eye, it seems that you in this blood painting also died on the spot after a little distance from us." ”

The blood-eyed ghost sneered, "What? Do you think that my ghosts will die on the spot while walking on the road? Why do you think this blood painting is a foreknowledge, even the high priest of the temple doesn't have this ability to make me die in an instant. ”

Hear the words.

The disfigured man opened his mouth and said nothing.

The same goes for the rest.

Truly.

Even if the high priest of the temple personally took action, it was impossible to kill a ghost god quietly, they were really stunned, and they would subconsciously believe the content of the blood painting.

Just thinking about it.

The Blood-Eyed Demon already scoffed.

Keep leaving.

However.

Before he could take five steps, the blood-eyed ghost pounced and fell.

He fell heavily to the ground.

Ghosts: !!

Everyone was stunned.

Frightened by the sight of the blood-eyed ghost falling to the ground.

Take a look.

There are no supernatural beings.

It's like he's dead and can't die anymore.

Obviously, a few seconds ago, the other party was still complacent that he had seen through the woman's tricks, but he didn't expect that a few seconds later, the content of the blood painting would come true.

Without any of them noticing the slightest supernatural fluctuation, the blood-eyed ghost, who was a ghost god, died quietly.

There was not even the slightest act of resistance.

This shows that the unknown existence of killing the Blood-Eyed Ghost is especially terrifying above the ghost god.

Think of this possibility.

The ghosts were terrified.

Even the hideous ghost with the highest terrifying level among the five people, his face changed and changed.

There was a great fear in my heart.

He is infinitely close to the existence of world-destroying level ghosts and gods, standing on the same level as the temple high priest, and in the entire pyramid country, his strength can definitely be ranked in the top five, or even the top three.

But he didn't even notice the slightest supernatural reaction from the enemy just now, let alone seeing the enemy.

In other words.

If the other party wanted to kill him, he wouldn't find out.

This discovery.

Let him chill from his feet.

I only felt that in the darkness around me, there seemed to be a pair of eyes peeping, an inexplicable terror, I don't know when it has been enveloped.

"Damn, what's the situation? Why did Bloody Eye die? Is that blood painting really a foresight? ”

"This is impossible, predicting the death of ghosts and gods, what kind of supernatural strength does this have to be done?"

"It's fake, someone must be pretending to be a ghost, I don't believe that this blood painting can predict my death."

Among the remaining four, the last ghost god who had never spoken out did not believe in evil, and his pupils reflected the outline of a triangle, and he looked at the blood painting with fear.

In the blood painting, the stickman belonging to him falls to the ground in pieces.

Apparently.

His death was horrific and he was torn apart.

He didn't want to believe it.

But with the case of the Blood-Eyed Ghost in front of him, he didn't dare to act rashly.

He said that he didn't believe it, but his actions were enough to show that his heart was shaken.

I thought about it.

The Triangle Ghost expands the ghost domain.

Wrap yourself in the ghost domain, and then spread the ghost domain to the maximum, wanting to teleport to the end of the ghost domain that can be extended at once.

His idea was simple.

Stay away from the source of the blood paintings.

Whether the prediction is true or not, he will keep an eye on it, and he will cover himself with the ghost domain in the next few years, just in case.

With this thought, the three-cornered ghost's form disappeared in place.

At the moment when the disfigured ghost, the ghost mother-in-law, and the hideous ghost thought that they had succeeded, blood rained in the sky.

Scattered pieces of meat fell on the three of them.

Take a look.

This minced meat belongs to the triangular ghost who just left.

And on the ground, there were other small pieces of meat that fell from them.

Just like the foreknowledge in the blood painting.

It's ridiculously real.

This time.

The faces of the remaining three ghosts and gods stiffened one by one.

They were all scared.

Completely believed in the prophecy of the blood painting.

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the horror that flashed on each other's faces.

There was silence for a long time.

The hideous ghost licked the corners of his lips: "We...... Get in. ”

"What?"

"I said, let's go into this house, there must be a secret here, maybe it has something to do with blood paintings."

"Are you crazy? What if there's a trap here? "Ghost Mother-in-law is unbelievable.

"Do you have any other options? Although the foreknowledge on this blood painting is real, but have you noticed it, the death in the foreknowledge will only become a reality when you want to escape, and the door here is wide open, obviously to let us in. ”

The hideous ghost analyzed.

The more I talk about it, the more it makes sense.

He suspected that the woman who sent them the supernatural medium at the beginning was likely to have an accident, and the so-called invitation was simply a Hongmen banquet.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for a woman to kill the blood-eyed ghosts alone.

It's not that he underestimates other people, but he knows that killing ghosts and gods in an instant is a very outrageous thing.

In the whole pyramid country, no one can do it.

Even the previous pharaoh, Cleopatra, could not do this.

From here, it can be seen that there is indeed a real culprit behind the blood painting.

……

Mentally struggling for a few seconds.

The ghost mother-in-law agrees to enter the house.

The disfigured ghost has no opinion, although his hands and feet are straight, but he is also a ghost god, an exploiting class with a large number of slaves under his command, and his psychological quality is better than that of ordinary ghosts.

Thereupon.

The hideous ghost didn't delay and walked straight in.

There is no light inside the house.

The visibility of the eyes is low.

The three of them felt the darkness and sensed the situation inside.

But there was no movement.

Thereupon.

They continued to walk up to the second floor in the dark.

Duration.

The disfigured ghost was nervous, looking around, and stood as far as he could in the middle of the stairs, away from the stone walls on both sides.

Because in the foreknowledge of the blood painting, he hit the wall and died.

It's a very ordinary, very ordinary way to die.

But don't forget, he's a ghost.

Even if he hits the wall, it won't be him, it's the wall.

Besides.

He's not crazy, how could he possibly hit his head against the wall.

Isn't this a pure fool?

He didn't think he would do such a thing, but the first two cases still made him sprout a shadow, so he subconsciously stayed away from the wall.

That way, there shouldn't be an accident, right?

That's what I think about.

The next second.

The disfigured ghost's eyes widened.

Because at the top of the stairs around the corner, a big white hand reached out from the wall, grabbed his entire neck, and slammed into the wall.

"Bang."

In just one moment, the disfigured ghost was directly knocked into a blur of flesh and blood.

And that's not all.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

There was a loud sound, accompanied by a splattered blood stain.

The disfigured ghost wanted to struggle, but he was grabbed by the throat of fate, and hit the wall at a speed of three times a second, so that he didn't have time to make any advantageous moves.

A bloody face full of horror.

This moment.

Only then did he really understand that the collision with the wall in the original blood painting did not refer to him hitting himself, but being forcibly dragged by others.

What kind of death is this?

There's no enmity between us.

Is it like this?

If I had known this, I might as well have chosen to crash on the spot.

Time.

The disfigured ghost was overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

That's when it happened.

The hand holding the disfigured ghost's neck also paused slightly, as if he also felt that it was too cumbersome to hit it like this.

"Forget it, change it, hit the stick and die."

Only a faint voice was heard, and in the disfigured ghost's pupils, a black steel rod got closer and closer, and his face hit the stick straight onto the body.

mad

I knew there was something dirty! (End of chapter)