Summon gods in a thriller game

"I wonder if you noticed that there are already people in the ghost live broadcast room we have." Bai Li raised his wrist and exposed the pattern of the ghost live broadcast room to everyone.

Seeing Shen Mu, they also looked over, their eyes full of malice, "No, they should be called ghosts."

"I saw it, but I didn't find any useful information from those ghostly comments."

Bai Li was stunned and asked the others, "You don't have one either?"

Seeing them shaking their heads, they realized that the perspective of this live broadcast room only corresponds to the fused host.

"I discovered something from it." Bai Li pulled a chair from the side and sat down. She was tired after standing for so long and fighting the maid for three hundred rounds.

"Boss is the boss after all. He even knows the information before others." Wu brainless Chen Ye came online.

"Boss? Didn't you call Bai Li master just now?" Nancy was speechless at Chen Ye's lackluster appearance.

Her red hair was pushed back, revealing her smooth forehead, and her already bohemian temperament instantly became wild.

He winked at Ji Banli who was looking at him, turned around and blasted Nancy, "You know nothing!"

"cut!"

"Okay, let's stop making trouble. Let's sort out the information we got first so that we can spend these seven days safely." Shen Mu is indeed a teacher. As soon as the words came out, Chen Ye and Nan Chu As if he was back in school, he quickly shut up.

"But the only rule that appears on the surface now is that the king doesn't like people who yell." An Ning recalled this piece of information.

"There's one more thing..." Everyone's eyes fell on her, "Do you still remember what the maid said..." Shi Chu raised his chin towards the head maid.

"The queen doesn't like red things." Ji Yanli repeated what the head maid said at that time.

"What information do you know, Miss Bai Li." Although Ji Yanli asked, he was sure that Bai Li knew something.

"I heard you talking about the ghost live broadcast room before. Is there something wrong with this live broadcast room?" Nan Chu is an author and has written many novels. His biggest dream is to cooperate with Xing Zai, and he pays close attention to details. .

"That's right," Bai Li leaned back and stretched, crossing his legs. The hem of his skirt was slightly pulled upward by this stretching movement, revealing her smooth calves.

"Originally, I suspected that the content of this live broadcast room might be seen by people who also have this mark in the world, but it turned out that the comments were all ghosts." Slender fingers tapped the armrest of the chair, "And ghosts have hierarchies. This little maid is an E-class ghost, and there are C-class ghosts in this palace."

"This maid is only an E-class ghost? Then how powerful is this C-class!" Shen Mu's face darkened, and the others also looked bad. After all, this maid was subdued by Bai Li because of her power. They only relied on themselves. He had been killed by ghosts a long time ago.

"Hahaha, don't be afraid, don't you, we have a big boss here." Chen Ye sneered, trying to liven up the frozen atmosphere.

Bai Li rolled his eyes at him angrily, "Of course I can deal with mere C-level ghosts, but don't forget, there's also a fallen angel whose origins you don't know."

"What we have to do at this stage is to collect as many rules as possible and complete the copy mission at the same time."