Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

It's all ghost kings, and the horror level, supernatural power is also the best among all the ghost kings. Whether the one-armed ghost king is sure to expel the leaders of those gangs, then he turned to the ghost sister-in-law for help.

The skin under his body was ripped apart, his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Old farm ghost: ...

talking.

"I'll send you off, you gave everything you said, and in the end you still beat me, and you can only accept those."

I dare to imagine.

If you read a lot, he shouldn't lie to you.

The old peasant ghost was stuffed into a sack by me.

Because I saw a few bad players standing behind the booth, their faces were terrified, their bodies were shaking like a sieve, and they were obviously terrified, but they couldn't move half a step.

The old peasant ghost squatted in the corner, let out a shrill scream.

I almost want to press mine up.

At that time.

Old farm ghost: ...

There are not seven of them who are still staying in the territory of the Ghost Gang, not only paying protection fees, but also sneering at the orders of the Ghost Gang.

I went down.

clam?

Yang Gui hooked his elbows around the opponent's neck, dragging and grabbing the old peasant ghost out.

Nima.

"After your counterattack, you basically drove away a small number of ghosts, leaving only a few ghosts at the ghost king level. If you want to drive them away, you can only choose to ask the gang for help."

Now it's time to run.

And being under the watchful eye of such a law enforcement team leader, the old farmer dared to imagine what his previous career as a stall seller would be like.

The old peasant ghost immediately felt the huge force coming from his shoulder.

A bully is not the smallest boss over there.

Shen Jianruo didn't think about it.

at this time.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The heart is basically not counted.

Yang Gui exercised his muscles and bones, and felt that his whole body was complete.

Putting one hand on the old peasant ghost's shoulders, which made the former shudder, he said with a smile on his face: "When dealing with the victims, you must always maintain a bodhisattva heart, how can you speak ill at each other? Well, I may be too stern. It's over, you find a place to talk to me alone, and I will choose to talk if I say yes."

This is a cooking ghost who is selling hot noodles.

I chose to shut up.

Before leaving, I still forgot to say to the one-armed ghost king: "You hate helping ghosts for fun, so I leave it to you, it's fine."

I was crying slowly.

Shen Jian grabbed the mourning stick and landed on it one by one.

But the specifics are so strange, I said it was down.

……

If their law enforcement team is already rotten from the head, he will see if you dare to say it.

Chapter 309 There is a rule in our business

Grilled cold noodle stalls.

Hearing Shen Jian's request, the cooking ghost was immediately stunned.

Although he is not a real street vendor.

But anyway, I also observed the process of making cold noodles for a while. Isn't this stuff just a piece of cold dough and an egg?

Even if it is more complicated, supplementary materials such as human liver, human heart, and human blood are added to increase the taste.

But Shen Jian's words seemed to open the door to his new world.

cholesterol?

brain?

protein?

Nima.

……

I barely found a reason.

Do they need to use force to force customers to swallow their dishes?

He wondered that there was no supernatural reaction in front of the booth, how could those players stand behind a ghost king's booth stupidly, because their identities were discovered and they were kidnapped.

Even if it is to distinguish between low and high, should it be compared to cooking?

"Little guy, I'm so bad."

I'm afraid that Lingyi will make a red eye, so give us a stick too.

Group of ghosts: ...

Boom!

Because that voice is mine.

One of the leaders of the Seven Little Ghost Kings is still hiding in the alley.

Looking at me is like looking at a plague god.

In my hands, I still held two large shovels dripping with blood.

A toy ghost looked at his messy booth and was lost in thought, but his movements were not at all fast, and he was slowly tidying up his booth.

Eyes resentful.

"There are no rules in your line of work. You must agree with the other party's approach. You can only decide who to listen to by fighting."

The cooking ghost screamed, and the sound stopped abruptly.

He wanted to expose his true identity.

"Is there anything wrong with him?"

Several players have not communicated with the ghost yet.

The grimace, which lacked half a piece of flesh and blood, smiled sinisterly, staring at several players.

I thought about it.

[You must take the big alley, there is no ghost king entrenched here, you should go out. 】

One of the leaders of the seven little ghost kings given by the one-armed ghost king, the first trace disappeared in the alleyway.

"What about me?"

The strength of the yin qi emanating from the ghost's body was several times weaker than that of the top red-clothed ghosts, and even the Shen Jian tool for detecting yin qi exceeded the standard, so you can tell it at a glance.

As far as the eye can see, the group of ghosts avoids them.

It's so beautiful.

It seems that the cooking ghosts don't have the same opinion.

At the same time, I thought of the reason for getting started with supernatural powers.

"The licensed hot noodle stalls are dirty, messy and poor, and they plan to buy weakly and sell weakly. It really affects the image of that street. You will have someone come and ban it later. Xiaojia must be afraid .”

Cooking Ghost: ?

His whole body was shaking like a sieve.

The monstrous cloudy air surged out.

Several people trembled.

Is Lingyi firm?

last moment.

While listening, Lingyi flipped through the chat interface.

"Little guy, I heard that there is no ghost king in this place."

It seems that as long as a few players eat, they will cut their throats and let their blood out.

Our facial muscles hold back a twitch.

There is nothing weird about the action.

And now.

Although we didn't know much about the ferocity of the spirit in Shen Jian's camera afterwards.

It is precisely because he is here that you are even more afraid.

In the eyes of horror players, he is the ghost king who is so low and attainable, so terrifying that people are born to resist.

Miao Na raised her eyebrows.

Step into the alley.

A little fear filled my heart.

Players:  …

The guy's culinary exchange really refreshed our cognition.

I screamed.

At that time.

Cooking Ghost's tone is full.

Lingyi picked up the white stick, 88 dark red stars on the top of the steel stick were twinkling, and the sound of countless ghosts wailing faintly came out.

How to add these things?

Bad technical exchange, what does it mean when he stepped on the horse and took out his weapon?

"Let them leave by themselves."

I retorted subconsciously: "What does he know? He's like baking hot noodles."

"Come on slowly..."

"..."

I don't have full confidence in the grilled noodles I make myself.

The tone seems to be very slow.

Hear this.

It was a peer.

"Huh? Why are they eating?"

A baked cold noodle poured with sticky blood has been prepared.

boom!

Several players were so frightened that their teeth chattered.

A mud ghost looked at the ceramic shards that were thrown out, and while lost in thought, he picked up the broom beside him and finished cleaning.

Supernatural: ...