Weird: Run away, he has conceptual-level abilities!.

Chapter 268 Good Life, Deserve Reward

When Jiang Ming walked out of the seventh carriage of the ghost train, he had five more circus tickets in his hand.

The words "Bloody Circus" were printed on it.

Obviously.

This is the first place of death indicated on the Pure Land panel.

There is no need to explain how dangerous it is.

Most of the members of the Qichuan City Security Bureau's strategy team were killed here.

"Thank you."

Jiang Ming chuckled.

I am very satisfied with the behavior of this female ghost conductor on the road.

The ghost train conductor smiled brightly, "I want to thank Mr. Jiang for his generosity. To you, the medicinal wine soaked with the golden tree seedlings is a consumable. To us, it is a high-end luxury that we can never ask for in our lifetime. If it weren't for your casual action, my ability to be stuck in the second stage would not have advanced to the third stage so quickly. I have no way to repay you, so I can only try my best to give Mr. Jiang a little help."

"It's serious. If you like, you can come over to my place and I'll buy you a drink."

Jiang Ming spoke casually.

To him, there is no difference between golden tree seedlings and cabbages.

As much as you want.

He didn't feel bad even if he drank it all.

Hear the words.

The ghost train conductor's bright eyes flickered, and her heartbeat quickened. "Mr. Jiang, are you inviting me to just taste wine? Will it cost you too much?"

"Beautiful women and good wine are the standard. If you drink alone, it always feels like something is missing."

Jiang Ming blinked.

"Am I considered a beauty? I heard that your human aesthetics are different from ours. I don't think I'm pretty in your eyes."

The female ghost conductor was a little unconfident.

Bright eyes.

Seems to be expecting Jiang Ming's answer.

In this regard.

Jiang Ming didn't hesitate at all.

He exclaimed: "You are special. If you are not considered a beauty, then there are only a few people in the entire Pure Land world who can receive such an honor."

Hear this.

The female ghost conductor pursed her lips.

In his joy, he did not forget to say his name, "Mr. Jiang, my name is Fei Wenqing, and I take your words seriously."

"Jiang Ming, you are always welcome."

We chatted for a while.

The female ghost conductor then left with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.

The walking movement has become a standard S-shape.

Viewed from behind.

Very imaginative.

Especially the uniform decoration adds a bit of temptation.

Jiang Ming looked strange.

I don’t know what I’m thinking.

……

soon.

Jiang Ming found four people standing near the seventh carriage.

Hand over the circus ticket in your hand.

"You are indeed right. The reason why none of the members of the Qichuan City Security Bureau's strategy team came back is that they were all arrested and trained to perform on stage."

The blond young man took the ticket.

In addition to the words "Bloody Circus", there are also many show names and photos of circus members in training.

The most eye-catching of these is tonight's "human debut performance".

Also included are photos of humans during training.

There are those who jump through fire hoops, those who tame animals, those who perform knife-flying stunts, and those who walk on a tightrope.

It has attracted a lot of attention.

The bearded human survivor looked at the photo above and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes, these are the members of the Qichuan City Public Security Bureau. I have seen most of them. They are all fine. If we had known this would be the outcome, we should have gone with them. Even if we were forced to perform on stage, at least we could still be alive."

The Miao Dao youth pointed to the rules further down and said in a hoarse voice, "You think it's too simple. Take a look at the rules of tonight's circus performance. The performers of the three least popular groups will be thrown into the lion cage tonight and become the last show."

The blond young man also nodded: "The circus has been operating here for many years. The staff inside are carefully selected and have a certain fan base. The players' performances on stage cannot be more entertaining than those staff. In other words, from the beginning of their performance, their lives have entered the countdown to death. Three groups will die tonight, and three groups will die tomorrow night. How many days do you think it will take for it to be your turn to die?"

Hear this.

The bearded survivor's expression changed.

I also know that my thinking is too short-sighted.

The circus is far more brutal than the ghost train.

after all.

Killing is prohibited to a certain extent on the ghost train. If ghosts want to kill people, they either do it secretly or create various unexpected conflicts. At least on the surface, the train is still safe.

In the circus, the players' lives are controlled by ghosts.

Even if you kill him, no one will care.

He was also arranged to perform on stage, where he had to watch himself die and become a point of admiration for the audience.

This way of dying is extremely frustrating.

If an ordinary person were in such an environment, he would have collapsed long ago.

That is, players can also train with a stable mentality.

For a while.

None of the four spoke again.

Instead, he looked at Jiang Ming.

"Brother Jiang, do you want to save people? Then I think you should let the Ghost King come out. With him leading the way, 10% of the exploration can be easily achieved. The same goes for saving people."

The blond young man suggested.

Jiang Ming looked strange.

"It's not a big deal. Do I need to call out the Ghost King? I think they are too respectful."

"But... didn't you shout it out not long ago?"

"That's different. I have to eat at that time."

Blond youth: ...

He couldn't hold it together.

What do you mean you need to eat at that time?

Do you feel that your meal is more important than exploring the circus?
Awesome.

I admire your train of thought.

He is indeed a god.

This is completely disregarding the state of death suggested by the Pure Land.

The circus is not taken as seriously as the meal.

Several people exclaimed in amazement.

……

It was under such arrangement.

According to the location on their tickets, the few of them quickly left the train station and arrived at the brightly lit circus venue.

It's called a circus.

But it’s actually surprisingly large.

It’s as big as a small playground.

It can accommodate more than several thousand people at the same time.

Just arrived.

They felt unprecedented attention.

All the audience and ghosts, big and small, looked at them in surprise.

It seems that it is too rare to see humans alone here.

I couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Some ghosts that were malicious towards humans had a ferocious smile on their lips, but after seeing the tickets in the other party's hands, they could only curl their lips and temporarily give up the idea of attacking.

In such a state of fear and anxiety.

Several people entered the circus.

We arrived at a stage similar to the Roman Colosseum.

At the bottom is the performance venue.

Above is the auditorium.

It formed a circle.

Less than half an hour.

The auditorium was filled with spectators.

Obviously, they all came to watch the human performance. They all wanted to see what efforts these humans would make to avoid becoming the three eliminated groups, and how they would scheme against each other, frame their companions, and stage betrayal.

"Brother Jiang, are we going to do nothing? If we wait until the show starts, it will be too late. By then, even if you want to save him, the circus will probably not let him go due to the public opinion of hundreds of thousands of ghost audiences."

The blond young man lowered his voice.

Jiang Ming said calmly: "It's not too late. It's still uncertain who will go to the lion cage."

Hear the words.

Several people seemed to be thinking about something.

Everyone was thinking about what Jiang Ming meant by this sentence.

Thinking.

On the stage below.

A clown ghost stepped on a human skull and walked out.

He also held a microphone in his hand.

Make sure the sound can be heard by everyone.

"I am the leader clown of this bloody circus. I will explain the rules of tonight's performance to everyone. The performers of the three least popular groups of performances tonight will be thrown into the fighting cage of the ghost lion and become the last group of performances tonight."

"The key to determining whether a show is popular or not is your donations. The three groups that receive the least donations will be eliminated. So, please don't be stingy with your money and give your blessings to your favorite performers. Your trip tonight will definitely be worthwhile."

As the clown ghost's last words fell.

The audience cheered.

His eyes were full of bloodthirstiness and a ferocious smile.

The most attractive part of this circus named "Bloody" is the final killing process and the blood spraying that may occur in the process.

That's what they came for.

……

In such cheers.

The circus performance officially begins.

The first to appear were undoubtedly the circus staff.

The audience ghosts have a lot of calls for them.

Just by entering, he received a lot of tips from the audience.

Pieces of paper money for the dead were scattered everywhere.

Landed on the stage.

See this scene.

The people on the stage all looked solemn.

"This arrangement is too unfair. The most popular circus member will be the first to appear, receive the most cheers, and get the most rewards. As time goes by, the number of rewards will decrease. This will ensure that no circus member will be eliminated to the greatest extent possible. In this way, only the participating players will be eliminated."

The bearded survivor realized the real purpose of the circus's arrangement of the performances.

Muttering.

"This is the difficulty of the Pure Land Game. Otherwise, how can we talk about fairness on someone else's territory?"

The young man with Miao Dao said bluntly.

I am accustomed to this kind of irrationality.

"If we hadn't teamed up with Wanfa Xianjun this time, we would have received the same unfair treatment as now. After you clear the Ghost Train dungeon and become an official player, you will also have to experience such things. Get used to it as soon as possible, otherwise even if you get lucky this time, you won't live long."

The blond young man was also used to it.

The words cast a shadow over the hearts of the two human survivors who were still ordinary people.

They hesitated.

He glanced at Jiang Ming who was sitting on the far left.

Then he asked, "Why does this big guy get such special treatment? Is he the beta player mentioned by the Public Security Bureau? He already knows the dungeon strategy in advance, so he can be treated so well in the dungeon?"

This "he" naturally refers to Jiang Ming.

"He is just the fifth batch of public beta players."

Hear this.

The shock in the eyes of the two human survivors deepened.

"The fifth batch? From what those players said, aren't these new players? If we become official players now, we would also be the fifth batch. How could he be a new player?"

the bearded survivor exclaimed.

The sound was raised several degrees.

Another survivor couldn't hide his shock and said, "If you are still a newbie, how did you manage to play Ghost Train, a dungeon where even the first batch of public beta players were wiped out?"

"Otherwise, how do you think the word 'Godman' came from? When you become official players and enter the game forum, you will know how famous he is. You can't imagine it now."

The blond young man sighed.

at this time.

The Miao Dao youth whispered, "Here it comes, it's the player's turn to perform."

Hear the words.

Several people in the conversation became alert.

They all looked towards the performance stage.

The same goes for Jiang Ming.

He glanced away.

I saw a man in his thirties, wearing a lion costume and with a wrinkled face, jumping through a ring of fire.

There are five layers of fire ring.

Each floor is one meter apart.

The opponent must jump through all the fire hoops at once to pass.

If you want ghosts to reward you, you have to reach the level of not being touched by fire at all.

"I remember that he seemed to be a member of the Qichuan City Public Security Bureau. I heard others call him the deputy captain. He was a sixth-level ghost controler. When he first entered the ghost train, his aura was very strong. I didn't expect that he would fall into such a situation."

The bearded survivor recalled and revealed the other party's identity.

It was at this time.

The man jumped.

Crossed five rings of fire at once.

Jumped from one end to the other.

There was no fire on his body.

It was a perfect performance.

In the real world, such a performance would be enough to cause most people to cheer.

Applause is indispensable.

But now...

In the entire circus, not a single ghost cheered for the other's performance.

Instead, he looked disappointed.

Some of the audience ghosts even spat: "That's it? If you don't make a fool of yourself, roll on the ground a few times to put out the fire, or scream in the sea of fire, what kind of wonderful performance is this? We didn't come to see humans perform this."

Hear this.

Everyone on the stage was stunned.

They got it wrong.

A good performance is not enough. What the audience and ghosts really want to see is humans behaving in an ugly manner, jumping up and down like a monkey.

This is what they want to see.

And the deputy captain of the Sheriff's Department performed very well.

It's so good that there is nothing wrong with it.

He did not even show his ugly side to the ghosts.

They are not willing to pay for it.

Therefore.

Until the deputy captain finished his performance, not a single audience ghost on the stage offered any tips. They were all watching coldly, having already made up their minds to make this human who didn't want to make a fool of himself a member of the elimination group. He struggled desperately under the hunting of the ghost lion.

A minute passed.

I see no one is giving any reward.

The clown ghost on the stage laughed sinisterly.

He walked out stepping on human skulls, ready to announce the results.

at this time.

A calm voice echoed on the stage.

"Good job, you deserve a reward. I'll give you one million ghost coins."

The sound was not loud.

But it struck the minds of all the audience ghosts like thunder.

It gave them a shock.

There was a look of shock on every ghost face.

at once.