Chen Jiu raised his eyes.

I saw that in the first seat of the hall, there was a middle-aged man in a black tights, most of his body was under the clothes, and only a face was exposed.

"You're here to grab something?" The middle-aged man said coldly.

A pair of cold eyes stared at Chen Jiu like a poisonous snake.

Chen Jiu didn't pay attention to the words of the middle-aged man, but instead looked at the hall.

It can be seen that this hall was originally decorated quite luxuriously, with good mahogany furniture, and then a carpet covering the entire hall, plus some exquisite carvings and porcelain, it can be said that this house is one of the best in Haicheng.

But alas, a large expanse of blood has been splattered all over the carpet.

The female dependents who originally belonged to the palace had been stacked together like arhats, and the bodies of these corpses showed a strange dry state, as if the blood in the whole body had been sucked dry.

In another place, the richly dressed Lord Wang had been disemboweled, and his stinky intestines were flowing all over the place, and he had begun to emit a faint smell of rancidity, and his eyes were still open in disbelief, as if he had not expected to die here at all.

But all this might as well make Chen Jiu's mood change.

What really made Chen Jiu a little angry was the pair of disheveled mother and daughter lying on the ground, their bodies were forcibly nailed into a big character with a strange force, for fun, and the whitish spots were enough to explain all this.

As for their limbs, they were also cut off by Qi Gen to make a human being, and not even a single poor tooth was left in their mouths.

The older beauties had already been dying of such torture.

Only the slightly heaving chest of the widow of the Wang family seemed to prove that she still had a breath.

"If you kill them, you will kill them, why torture them like this?" Chen Jiubing said coldly.

In fact, the average dungeon player, to a certain extent, has some psychological problems, and facing life and death and ghosts all year round has already put their spirits in a state of collapse.

Players like Chen Jiu and Zhang Xue who can still maintain normality are still a minority after all.

But fortunately, in reality, there is also a special affairs bureau that can monitor these people and prevent them from doing something too excessive.

But in the same way, among the players, there are also some beings who do not have any sense of morality in the real sense, they have lost the concept of good and evil when they were human beings, for them, as long as they complete the tasks of the dungeon, make themselves strong, and survive, any means can be used.

Obviously, the middle-aged man in front of him is such a player.

For the sake of strength and their own desires, unscrupulous means.

"Some ants are just ants, if they are killed, they will be killed, why do you need so many reasons?" The middle-aged man smiled and showed his white teeth, "These people should be very happy to be my nourishment, as for these two, it is the greatest honor of their lives to be able to serve me." ”

Chen Jiu didn't continue to speak, his face was cold, but as long as he was familiar with him, he knew that he was the most angry at this moment.

"Why do you look like you still want to redress their grievances? The little one is still alive, I feel good after using it, or you can try it hahahaha. The middle-aged man smiled arrogantly, not worried that Chen Jiu in front of him would hurt him.

But the next moment, a black shadow burst out of his body, like a chain, firmly locking Chen Jiu to the ground, as if even his shadow could not move.

"Hahaha, I thought it was a kind of goods, it turned out to be a waste, and you dare to avenge people like this?" The ghost in front of him had already controlled Chen Jiu, and the rampant smile on the face of the middle-aged man could no longer be suppressed.

At this moment, he is like a Shura who controls human life.

As long as he wants, it seems that he can take Chen Jiu's life at any time.

"It's better for you to honestly hand over all the ghost weapons on your body, maybe I can make your death less painful." The middle-aged man made a condition that he thought was benevolent and said to Chen Jiu.

"Oh?" Chen Jiu, who was supposed to be controlled by the ghost, suddenly tilted his head and said in a cold and emotionless voice, "You just want to rely on this kind of unpopular thing to deal with me?" ”

As he spoke, the golden light flashed in Chen Jiu's hand.

The black shadow that had originally bound Chen Jiu immediately revealed its body under the golden light, and it was actually a ghost that looked like a chain.

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the ghost in his hand, Chen Jiu shook it lightly, and the ghost turned into black smoke in Chen Jiu's hand and completely dissipated.

"A resentful ghost can actually be used as a treasure by you, it seems that your strength is really not very good." Chen Jiu shook his head, and his body walked towards the middle-aged man step by step.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, even if he was slow to react at this moment, he realized that he had really encountered a hard stubble this time, and the strength of the young man in front of him was far beyond his imagination, and he was going to be planted here.

His body kept retreating, his arm drooped slightly, and with a slight shake, a blood-red short knife appeared in his hand.

"I can give you that special prop, you let me go, it's just the lives of some characters in the dungeon, it's not worth the hard work of you and me." The middle-aged man said bewildermently.

His instincts told him that Chen Jiu was not a person to be messed with.

There is even a great sense of crisis that is constantly emerging in his heart.

Is this young man in front of him really so terrifying?

"The props are mine, and of course you're going to die." Chen Jiu said lightly, a simple sentence has already put a judgment on the middle-aged life.

It seems that if he says so, the results will not change again.

Hearing Chen Jiu's words, the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and his heart suddenly became ruthless.

"Since you want me to die, then you don't want to live." As if he had made some decision, the middle-aged man directly took out a red short blade and stabbed him in the heart, this knife went down, even if his body was far different from ordinary people, it was impossible to live.

Obviously, he knew that Chen Jiu would not let him go, and he had already started to fight to the death.

The next moment, the middle-aged body suddenly became blood-red, and the musculoskeletal muscles of his body were also dissolved at this moment, replaced by a large mass of scarlet blood, at this moment, he seemed to have turned into a "blood man".

"I've become like this now, I want to see how you kill me!" The middle-aged man smiled sadly, as if he had regarded Chen Jiu as a dead man.

Chen Jiu sighed a little disappointed when he saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, and silently raised his arm, and in the palm of his hand, a flame the size of a fingertip was suspended.