The underworld is empty, I enter the horror game to catch tricks

Chapter 149

heard.

The ghost soldiers nodded again and again.

Finch.

There were so many humans mixed into the banquet before, and they must have come in with bad intentions. If there are still some guys who use some method to evade the elimination, and then add medicine to the medicinal wine, then they will probably become like this. One action sinner.

Therefore, we must be cautious at this time.

Seeing the gesture of the ghost soldier, Li Ling nodded and left with peace of mind.

Consumed so many blood cylinders.

Even for him, there are some flesh pains.

I just hope that I can get more achievements for myself later.

at this time.

over the banquet.

After some rhetoric, all the guests, including those pawns, have already taken their seats and ate the sumptuous dishes.

The sound of chewing and tearing flesh and blood sounds creepy at this time.

After eating for a while.

Soon some guests realized something was wrong.

Just something to eat.

But no blood wine.

This is somewhat dissatisfying for them.

It has basically become a habit to drink several large bowls of wine between the beginning of the war.

Soon, several voices of inquiry emerged.

The ghost king seemed to have expected it a long time ago, smiled, and said: "This king knows that this blood wine is indispensable."

As he spoke, he nodded, and several soldiers from the pharmacy hurriedly brought the blood wine over, one jar for each seat.

It then said: "This wine, I have asked my mentor to add the powder of evil energy pill into it. This pill is exactly the pill that my subordinates took before. It only takes a little bit to greatly increase the skill. You can drink this wine freely , feel the wonder of it.”

"Although the previous performance in the arena was not satisfactory, it was just because of some other reasons. I won't say much. Everyone raised the blood wine in their hands and practiced it for this action."

The voice fell.

The ghost king took a pill of evil spirits and put it in his mouth, raised a bowl of blood wine, and drank it on his back.

At this time, the other ghost soldiers at the banquet, including the guests, didn't say much, and at the same time raised the bowl in their hands and drank the blood wine in it.

A bowl of belly.

Immediately.

A stream of evil spirits spewed out from their bodies. Although it was only a small amount, it could be felt that their strength had greatly improved at this time.

The body began to swell, and there was killing intent in the eyes. After standing in place for a long time, a ghost let out a long howl, making a creepy sound.

"Hehe. This pill is really miraculous, but with just a bowl of blood wine, I feel the breath in my body soar, and I have a faint sense of breakthrough."

"Indeed, not only the medicine is effective, but also the strength is very powerful. I just want to kill people now."

"Keep drinking!"

After feeling the terrifying effect of this evil spirit pill.

For an instant.

These ghosts began to scramble to drink blood wine. After all, this is a elixir made from thousands of souls and dozens of herbs containing Yin Qi. The effect is so strong that it is far from comparable to practice. There is only one evil spirit pill, but the effect is enough.

The ghost soldiers are also starting to drink freely now, and there are even very few who directly hold the jars, their aura gradually becomes stronger, an endless killing intent fills their minds, and their desires are infinitely expanded, especially those who have taken a whole bottle of wine. The ghost general with the pill, even more so, was filled with a faint black air, which made people daunting.

Thousands of ghost soldiers and hundreds of guests have all finished drinking blood wine at this time, even including the ghost king on the stage.

Although some of them swallowed a pill of evil spirit, they were all swallowed with blood wine, which seemed to be full of pride.

Ok.

It looks so pretentious now, but it will be so painful when it gets sick later.

However, compared to the terrifying changes of other people, the ghost king didn't have any very intuitive changes after taking a baleful energy pill.

Its aura seemed to have become a little calmer, and the desire that emerged from its pupils was quickly suppressed, and a faint black air pervaded its body.

It can only be said that there are still two skills to be a ghost king. Li Ling released his breath to sense, at most he could feel that the opponent's breath became calmer, and it is not terrible to be able to show his strength, but this, Those who can still be suppressed after taking this elixir can be said to have reached a peak in terms of mental strength and strength.

Compared with the ghost king in Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, I don't know how much stronger it is.

Soon.

All the blood wine had been drunk, and all the food at the banquet was wiped out, leaving only some meat dregs.

but.

These guests were far from full.

Not only the guests, but the ghost soldiers are also greedy now. After taking the evil spirit pill, the flesh and blood are not enough to consume at all. They need more flesh and blood, and if they want to get enough blood to fill their stomachs, they need to do something. Yes, there is only one left.

That is the massacre.

I don't know where the sound came from.

The ghost soldiers stood together with the guests, and they all uttered the sound of "slaughtering the city".

Wave after wave, the evil spirit swept in all directions like heavy waves stacked up, dyeing the sky bright red.

Seeing this, the ghost king gradually became solemn.

It took a deep breath, picked up the dead man's halberd beside it, and the monstrous evil spirit permeated from its body: "Massacre!"

"Massacre."

Looking at the bright red writing on the notice.

The people in Lin'an City were all in a daze at this moment.

For them.

This kind of thing is usually a rumor made up to scare children, or it is a story told by a storyteller.

But now, it's about to become a reality.

Just two words.

But it was like a mountain suppressed in everyone's chest, unable to breathe.

Tens of thousands of residents, many of them have experienced the massacre of the village by bandits, but the death of more than a hundred people is enough to become a lifetime of shadows, but now in the city.
But tens of thousands of people.

Tens of thousands of lives were lost, the lady who sold breakfast, the old man who sold candied haws, the storyteller on the street, the children carrying schoolbags to school, and the dignitaries in restaurants.
They will all die in this massacre.

It's not that I'm going to extremes, it's just that although these people are just ordinary people, they also know how terrifying the mass graves and ghosts that turn the surrounding hundreds of miles into wilderness are. Usually, a little ghost is enough The city is full of trouble.

Then what about the thousands of ghost soldiers and the ghost king who appeared in the rumors, they dare not think about it.

To say escape.
In the current troubled times, there are many bandits and wild beasts in the surrounding mountains. They have worked hard all their lives and got an acre of land in the city. Although it is a bit hard, they can live a peaceful life anyway. It's those broken houses and land, and there are still decades to go.

Furthermore it is.
Most of the people in the city could not escape.

Decades of hard work have basically overwhelmed them, and they will be caught up soon after leaving. Now, the only thing most people can do is to send all their children and younger generations away. The old bones stayed in the city, even if it was to die for those ghost soldiers to eat, it would be okay to delay for a while.

The managers of Lin'an City naturally knew about this situation, and immediately dispersed all the few silver coins in the city, so that the escaped people would not have to eat and sleep on the road.
The city was silent.

The old man who usually smiles kindly and often gives some candied haws to the school children has returned to his room, opened the mattress, took out the rusty big knife inside, went to the courtyard, sharpened it carefully, and looked at the old man. With the curling blade on it, he seemed to recall how he used this knife to chop off the enemy's head when he was on the battlefield.

The farmers were waiting in front of the door with hoes, and the old women took out some pieces of meat that were prepared to entertain guests at home, and prepared the richest and possibly last meal in their lives.

The merchants who make wine on the west side of the city have now taken out the treasured wine and placed it in front of the store, allowing people who come and go to drink it. The fragrance is wafting, which is moving.

The players stood at the head of the city with the few remaining forces in the city.

Here, some defenses have been arranged, which may be able to resist the attack of the ghost soldiers. These high-level people also have some strength in their bodies, and they are even better than the ghost generals. However, facing such a large number The ghost pawns, they are really not sure, they can only say that they will do their best.

Sikong Na was staying beside the masked woman at this time, looking at the message in the chat box, he took a deep breath: "The practice has been completed over there, and the troops are here."

"Brother Ling drugged the other party's blood wine, which seems to be able to reduce some of their combat effectiveness, but I don't know when it will happen."

"According to the opponent's speed, it may take half a day to enter the city. Some methods can be arranged now."

The masked woman nodded, and looked at the priests wearing robes beside her: "Thank you."

Several veteran Taoists with gray beards nodded and came to the base of the city. Each of them held a writing brush and talismans, and began to arrange around Lin'an City.

She then glanced to the side again. An old monk was sitting at the head of the city, twisting a Buddhist bead, his expression unchanged.

The woman stepped forward and saluted, her voice trembling: "Little lady, thank you for the residents of the city."

A smile appeared on the old monk's face, and he shook his head: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. What's more, if there were no residents in Lin'an City, my dilapidated temple would have lost its incense a long time ago. This time, it was the old monk. There is no need to say more to repay your kindness."

talking.

He closed his eyes, squirmed his lips, and recited scriptures silently. His body became visibly older. At the same time, a faint golden light shrouded the city.

In the middle of nothingness.

The ghost king led thousands of ghost soldiers, walking on this devastated land, riding a ghost horse that had become a skeleton, holding a death halberd, and followed behind the team.

The black cloud overwhelms the city and wants to destroy it.

The sky is blood-colored, with thousands of ghost soldiers approaching, they are constantly pressing forward, the wind is howling, and the raindrops are dripping, as if crying in advance for the coming disaster.

(End of this chapter)