The destined villain forcibly marries the goddess in black stockings at the beginning!

As Ye Wentian's soul was absorbed by the soul-summoning flag, the Ye family was dumbfounded.

They could neither escape nor fight, so they had to stay where they were, resisting the attacks of the thunder while whispering to each other.

"What's that flag behind Huang Lang with black air coming out of it? There are also unknown runes on it."

"What flag? That's a banner!"

"This banner carries an evil aura. It doesn't look like it belongs to the righteous path!"

"Our master has suddenly become stupid and foolish. Is it related to this banner?"

"..."

Huang Lang heard what everyone said, and he immediately glanced at the Ye family.

Just now he was worried that there were not enough "soul slaves" to enter the soul-summoning banner and provide him with soul value. Aren't there some ready-made ones here?

Then why is Huang Lang being so polite?

So he smiled what he thought was a kind smile: "Everyone, how about we play a game?

Want to know what this banner is?

There are rewards for guessing it! "

"Reward? What kind of reward can this kid get?"

Many people talked to themselves in confusion.

"But..." Huang Lang smiled evilly: "If you can't guess it, you will have to give a small punishment."

"Reward? Punishment? What's the reward if I guess right, and what's the punishment if I guess wrong?"

Huang Lang smiled mysteriously: "Guess, you can try."

The man bravely asked, "Is this the Wind and Thunder Banner that can summon thunder and lightning?"

Huang Lang smiled strangely: "Sorry, I guessed wrong, you have to accept the punishment!"

He beckoned his finger, and the soul-calling banner with black air suddenly appeared behind the man. The flag moved without wind, rolling and unrolling on his body.

The man fell to the ground and didn't move.

Although he is alive, he can also be said to be dead because his soul has been taken away by the soul-calling banner.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have gained +1 soul value from the soul-summoning banner!

One Soul Point can be exchanged for one Luck Point. Host, do you want to exchange it now?"

"exchange!"

"Congratulations to the host, you have gained +1 luck value and -1 soul value!"

Huang Lang raised the corner of his mouth slightly: Haha, there is one more "slave" who can create luck points for me.

At this time, the Ye family members were all shocked when they saw the person lying on the ground motionless with his soul extracted.

"What's wrong with him? He's so motionless, he looks like he's lost his soul!

Is this what Huang Lang calls punishment?"

"Oh my god, I didn't even see Huang Lang take action, so why is he like this? Huang Lang's methods are getting more and more weird!"

"I seriously suspect that Huang Lang is an evil cultivator!"

"In this case, we can only answer the correct answer, otherwise we will die!"

Of course, the Ye family only dared to whisper, after all, Huang Lang was an unpredictable "god of death"!

In fact, what the Ye family didn’t know was that what they thought were very quiet words had already reached Huang Lang’s ears.

He chuckled and didn't care at all about the title of "evil cultivator".

Huang Lang glanced at the Ye family and said calmly, "Anyone else want to play the guessing game?"

The people around were silent.

game?

If it were a game, this would also be ****!

With the lessons learned from the past, no one dared to make guesses anymore.

"No one answered, right? Then I'll call the roll!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Lang pointed at a young man and said, "It's you."

"Me? Master Huang... I'm so uneducated that I don't even know the name of your magic weapon. Please forgive me!

I have parents above me and thirteen concubines below me..."

His tone was almost pleading.

"Don't talk nonsense. You don't know, right?" Huang Lang said calmly, "I'm a fair person. If you don't know, I'll treat it as a wrong guess."

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a soul-calling banner appeared out of thin air behind the young man. The fluttering flag rolled up and then unfolded, and the young man fell straight to the ground and lost consciousness.

Huang Lang then looked at the next one: "Guess what this banner is called?"

"me……"

"Sorry, unfortunately you have exceeded the time limit, which is equivalent to guessing wrong!"

The soul-calling flag was rolled up and released again, and the man fell to the ground.

Huang Lang turned his gaze to the third person: "What about you?"

"This... this is a murder flag!"

In panic, the third person randomly said a name.

"Ding Dong, wrong answer!"

As Huang Lang's voice slowly fell, another soul was drawn into the soul-calling banner.

In this way, it absorbed the souls of more than ten people in succession and all became the "slaves" of the soul-calling banner.

When he finally asked an old man from the Ye family, an idea suddenly occurred to him: "If my guess is correct, this is a soul-calling flag!"

There was silence.

Huang Lang, who had been holding a joking expression, finally smiled: "Haha, the answer is correct."

call……

Following Huang Lang's words, the surviving members of the Huang family all breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn it, this scary game is finally over.

In less than ten minutes, they had killed nearly twenty people.

It’s so fucking tiring!

"it is finally over!"

As everyone was rejoicing, a faint voice came from in front of them.

"Who said the game is over?"

The Ye family members all raised their heads at the same time, only to see Huang Lang with his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that... this **** isn't over yet?