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

Chapter 187: Bai Wuchang makes a move!Behind me is the underworld, what about you? {Please subscribe! }
"Beating?"

"Who are you going to beat?"

Hearing this, Meng Yu was momentarily stunned.

Li Ling said, "Don't worry about it so much."

"The situation is urgent. In three or ten minutes, there is an old man who intends to kill me. The arrogance of his attitude has never been seen before! Do you have the heart to see the crown of hell being sent like this?"

After hearing the word fatal.

A strong murderous aura suddenly emerged from Meng Yu's cheeks.

Terrible?

Who the hell dares to take your life?

To know.

Right now, the task of recovering the underworld is all on the other party.

Even, the two judges have a certain connection with Li Ling whether King Yama will come back or not.

The other party caught so many weird things for the underworld.

His merits are far from what can be reflected in the orthodox characters in the merit book. If something happens to Li Ling, the flame that has been waiting for a hundred years to appear will be extinguished again.

How the hell are there still people who dare to touch the underworld? !

Are we really down and out? !

Meng Yu gritted his teeth: "How many are you calling?!"

Li Ling:?
Not
sister.
It's not so outrageous to shout a few.

Pharaoh's crime did not end there.

If it weren't for this guy absorbing the weird atmosphere of the entire ghost town.

Otherwise, Li Ling felt that if he took more drugs, he could actually be forced to raise him alone.

But now, since it's open, it's somewhat unplayable.

Since Pharaoh can't afford it.

Then Li Ling simply couldn't afford it anymore.

Hang up, right?
If you fuck it up, I'll fuck it up too!

Feeling the murderous aura that almost formed on Meng Yu's body, Li Ling said, "It's not that serious, it's more than enough to call Brother Bi'an over."

If he really shouted a few more times, Li Ling would feel a little desperate for the ghosts over there.

Meng Yu nodded and said, "Then you wait for me here for a while, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

Fog shrouded.

The gate of the underworld opened.

Since Li Ling had stated in advance that the time was only half an hour, Meng Yu did not hesitate too much and acted very quickly, disappearing from sight in an instant.

Li Ling was standing in the middle of the flowers on the other side, waiting silently. By the way, he opened the horror game interface. Now... I guess the deputy leader of the abnormal event investigation team is probably going crazy.

Just as he expected.

Once opened.

The screen is full of information sent by Guanbang.

For this time ghost town is about to invade reality attack.

The panic he showed was the first time he had been the deputy team leader for so long.

Even during the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk event, players and team members were injured by the ghost king, Guan Gang had never been so panicked.

But this time, he had to panic.

What I faced earlier was the ghost king.

And now facing.

It is enough to kill the ghost king in a few minutes.

The last time the Guan Gang saw the existence of the Insta Kill Ghost King, it was the big man in black who Li Ling called over.

this level.

It is completely beyond what the Federation can deal with today. Some real murderous auras are still being studied by the Federation Research Office. At present, the only way he can think of is to ask for help first.
This happened very suddenly, and no one expected that just entering the ghost town to explore would trigger such a series of fissions.

The most important point is that this Pharaoh also has the ability to turn people into mummy and then transform them into his own subordinates.

No matter how many people are evacuated in the urban area right now, there will definitely be a large number of people left in a short period of time, the number of which is at least tens of thousands or even 10,000+.

If things are not under control, the pharaohs cannot be dealt with.
Even the fall of an entire area is predicted.

Located within the Anomaly Investigations Team facility.

The monitoring screen of Dongfeng Road is reflected in the large screens that are connected together with a faint light, in the screen.

The FBI has sealed off the surrounding area, and an extremely discordant mist is emerging on the sidewalk.

Moreover, the scope of this mist is still expanding, and the picture of the ghost town can be seen inside.

The mummified corpses, like an army, have been lined up neatly at the foot of the pyramid, while the pharaoh is holding up the scepter in his hand, with blood behind him.

This movie-like picture is now appearing in reality, giving people a strong sense of unreality and fear.

Some members of the Investigation Bureau who have arrived and have player identities can only use four words to describe their mood when they look at the ever-spreading mist and the pharaoh who controls tens of thousands of mummified corpses inside.

Scalp tingling.

For these players.

The ghost general level in the dungeon may already be a very tricky existence.

The ghost king only exists in the word of mouth of other players, but in front of his eyes.
According to the intelligence of the deputy team leader.

It took only a few minutes to slaughter the four ghost kings, and it took more than ten minutes to control tens of thousands of weird and mummified beings.

Moreover, this is far from its peak, at present, the Pharaoh is still in a stage of recovery.

Once it is allowed to enter the real world, it will go on a rampage and successfully return to its peak state.
This is a huge disaster for the entire Federation.

The threat posed by the opponent is a hundred times stronger than that of the Hundred Ghosts.

The latter also requires exhaustive planning discussions and arrangements.

And the pharaoh in front of him.

There is no plan that can be implemented at all, and there is no useful arrangement. Under the crushing of absolute strength, everything is just a cloud.

This time
Who can come out to be the savior?

Guan Bang's mood is extremely desperate now.

Just a few minutes when they came out of the ghost town.

The smog is spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it has spread several times, even
Some wraiths lingering in the sky came out of the mist, and the players tried their best to clean them up.

Some ordinary players can't play any role in this situation, and they will even be a disservice. Now, the idea of ​​Guanbang is to call some strong players to come over as much as possible to help defend against this pharaoh.

He had already contacted Li Ling, but the other party asked for a rope to reassure him. He didn't know what he wanted to do. In the battle just now, even he fell into a disadvantage.

"As the deputy team leader, I have already contacted the second seat and the chief of the Ghost Control Church, saying that I can't do anything about it, and they can't handle it either."

"The deputy leader, the Rose Church, sent a message saying that they can send a few "knights" to help."

"Deputy team leader, do you want to contact Mr. Yang?"

One after another, the news kept coming to my ears.

Guan Bang only felt that his brain was muddled. He opened the horror game interface and was about to contact a few more players. At this moment, Li Ling's message suddenly came over.

He took a closer look at the content of the message.

Suddenly.

The messy thoughts in his mind were instantly untied.

Guan Bang lighted a cigarette indifferently, took a deep breath, and then looked at the member next to him with melancholy: "Mr. Yang doesn't need to contact you anymore."

"what?"

The member froze for a moment, then looked at the picture on the screen again: "But."

Guan Bang exhaled a puff of smoke: "It's okay, send more people over there. In addition, let the knights of the Rose Church not come over in a hurry, and don't need to call for help."

The voice fell.

The entire institution fell into a state of silence.

"Deputy head"

"I know the situation is difficult and barely manageable but if there is a silver lining, it needs to be fought for."

"If you put it badly at this time, it will really be over. The 10,000+ residents in the urban area will all die."

Listen to this sudden advice.

Guan Bang was smoking a cigarette, he couldn't help but choked, he shook the ash, and slapped the team member on the back: "Bastard, who said I'm going to mess it up?"

The team members were a little confused: "Then you."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Bang began to explain: "That's because, just now, I have found a guy who came to help."

The team members were still confused: "One?"

Guan Bang nodded: "Yes, one."

"Just this one, all the churches just now combined may not be enough for this person to fight. If he can't solve it, then there is really no way."

"Please make the picture bigger and focus on the fog, and buy two buckets of popcorn by the way."

"I want to watch this pharaoh get beaten with my own eyes."

A certain piece of Bana flowers filled with mist emerges from it.

A figure emerged from the slowly disappearing mist.

Wearing a white coat, holding a scroll in his hand, he was very tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones, and a tall white hat with the words Make Money at Sight written on it.

This person is exactly Bai Wuchang, Xie Bi'an.

However, at this moment, the gentle and jade-like bookishness of the first meeting had faded from the face of the other party, and his expression was gloomy. After seeing Li Ling, he only said eight words.

"Who dares to touch you? Take me to him."

Li Ling coughed: "This person is in the horror game, the way to get in is a bit special."

Bai Wuchang frowned: "What method?"

Li Ling took out a rope: "After hanging with this thing for a while, the soul will enter a ghost town, and those who want to take my life will be in it."

Bai Wuchang took the rope and said calmly: "Small things, how long does it take to start?"

Li Ling looked at the time, and in a few minutes he would be dragged in because of the pharaoh's curse, so he said, "It's almost there now."

Bai Wuchang nodded, and hung the rope around his neck without any strangle marks. After a while, a soul that was no different from the main body floated out.

Li Ling nodded, waiting silently, and the scarlet handwriting appeared in his sight.

This was originally the countdown that the horror game prepared for itself.

But it's different now.

Now it's a countdown to the pharaoh's death.

Returns to 0 with scarlet numbers.

An inexplicable suction force immediately dragged Li Ling into another space.

He opened his eyes.

He realized that he was only tens of meters in front of the Pharaoh, floating in the air, and beneath him, an army of tens of thousands of mummies was ready to go, waiting for the mist to completely form and invade reality in one fell swoop.

"Hehe. I told you that you can't escape."

"It's just your last dose of strong medicine, don't struggle."

Pharaoh looked at Li Ling with indifference in his eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

And in the face of these words.

Li Ling was unmoved, and even almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You wait"

"I called someone over, can you pretend to be okay later?"

The Pharaoh shook his head and sighed helplessly: "So what if you can survive for a few minutes with this method?"

"Don't miss a big deal."

It waved the scepter in its hand, with pearls and gems shining on it, and in the next second, its figure came in front of Li Ling in an instant. The scepter smashed directly at Li Ling's forehead with a strong divinity.

And just when that ray of light was about to touch him.

An unfathomable aura like an abyss suddenly spread from the southwest direction, like a swimming dragon, with a sudden rush, it rushed over in an instant.

The pharaoh's face was instantly horrified. He carried the shield on his body and was slammed by the breath. His body fell directly into the pyramid behind him. There was only a vibration sound, and the whole pyramid collapsed.

Bai Wuchang's figure slowly emerged, he looked indifferently at the pharaoh who was standing up from the pyramid, and asked, "Is he the one who wants to hurt you?"

Li Ling said: "Yes."

Bai Wuchang frowned: "I don't know how to live or die."

When the voice fell, he stretched out his hand, and a faint divinity poured out of his forehead gathered at his fingertips, and wrote the word "bound" in the air.

In the next second, the bondage seemed to have a spirit, and instantly rushed into the pyramid.

The pharaoh was still in doubt, and before he recovered from the blow just now, he saw a gold lettering shop coming towards him.

It didn't even think about it, divinity gushed out of the scepter, and it turned into a shield to protect. The two divinities confronted each other. The dim golden brilliance of the pharaoh was compared with Bai Wuchang's, and the fragile one was like paper paste. tied up.

After realizing the seriousness of the matter.

The pharaoh didn't hesitate any more, and all the gems inlaid on the staff exploded at this moment.

A few incomparably pure divine power poured into his body, and he roared, that corpse-like body exuded a god-like brilliance, and the dead energy in his body shot up into the sky, blending with the blood cloud in the sky, Tens of thousands of screaming and ferocious ghosts formed and rushed towards Li Ling.

With a blank expression on his face, Bai Wuchang stretched out his hand, and swept it lightly in front of him, as if driving away flies. The Yin Qi instantly melted them away, and within a breath, they were all shattered, and not a single resentful soul survived.

Even the bloody sky that had piled up over the ghost town for thousands of years was swept away.

It's like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

There is no more bloody smell.

"A little trick. Dare to make a mistake?!"

Xie Bi'an scolded, and made a sword finger with his hand, and with a slight touch, the yin energy turned into dark fire, and instantly rushed towards the opponent.

At this time, the Pharaoh was still thinking of using the method he used to deal with Li Ling before, absorbing the power of tens of thousands of ghosts, trying to resist, but this time
In just a split second, the underworld fire directly pierced through the death energy and slapped on the Pharaoh's body in a destructive manner.

The underworld fire is burning fiercely.

No matter what, it cannot be extinguished.

The bandage wrapped on the Pharaoh's body instantly scorched, and the body that had just recovered was severely injured. The whole person was like a puddle of mud. Under the burning of the fire, the skin and flesh fused together, drop by drop. down.

It wailed terribly, another gem on the staff shattered, and the divinity extinguished the underworld fire.

At this time, the other party can only be described by the words that there is still a human figure, the facial features are glued together, the whole body is covered with blood bubbles, and there are a few pieces of burnt yellow bandages left, and the whole person stares blankly at the sky The man in white who ignored him.

Who the hell is this?

Pharaoh had no time to think about this problem.

Because the opponent's second attack has arrived.

One after another, in the writing of the other party, it seemed as if aura had been born, and rushed towards him.

It gripped the staff tightly and just touched the word "bundle".

That word was pasted up and covered his body. The oppressive force it contained was even a hundred times stronger than the bandage on his body. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. Only the use of divinity would have a part of the effect.

The pharaoh is planning to detonate the gem on the staff again.

next second.

The other few "seal" characters were like steel nails, pierced into his body, and the majestic death energy in his body was instantly blocked, which could not be used or absorbed. Coupled with these bundled characters, the Pharaoh Can't move at all now.

The staff in his hand also fell to the ground.

"It's useless."

Bai Wuchang glanced at the terrified Pharaoh on the ground, and suddenly looked a little melancholy: "I'm really down and out. When will this kind of thing dare to provoke the underworld."

He looked around, and pointed to the tens of thousands of weird corpses below: "These, do you want me to clean them up?"

Li Ling coughed twice: "It's all here."

Bai Wuchang understood, he slapped down with his outstretched palm, and the yin energy in his body suddenly fell like a ten thousand zhang ocean wave, which instantly swept away the strange corpses below who were ready to go.

handsome.

So fucking handsome.

at the same time.

Located in the underground agency of the Anomalous Time Investigation Team.

A group of members are staring at the picture of the mist intently at this moment, their eyes are dumbfounded.

Although the picture is blurry.

However, it was still possible to vaguely see a big man in a white robe appearing.

A few words suppressed the pharaoh on the spot, unable to move, not even a speck of dust on his body.

Sweep away the bloody clouds with one palm, and suppress tens of thousands of ghouls with one palm.

Look at this scene.

There is only one feeling left in their hearts.

How can he be so fucking handsome? !

Hey!
Coach, I want to learn this!

the other side.

Guan Bang sat on the chair, chewing the popcorn while smiling crookedly.

Be nice.

Is this the boss's network?
A man in black came earlier.

Now here comes another one in white.

Black and white impermanence, right?

Looking at the pharaoh who looked dazed and didn't know what happened.

Guan Bang decisively opened the horror game to send a message to Li Ling.

[Guan Bang: Boss, please give it two more sticks for me. 】

The screen changes to the ghost town.

Look at the message that pops up.

Li Ling couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth.

Sending barrage belongs to yes.

After dealing with these achievements.

With a thought of Bai Wuchang, the pharaoh who was bound by the gold letters was detained in an instant, unable to move his body. The scepter, which was originally like a divine weapon, had no effect at all at this moment.

"I'll leave it to you next."

Wuchang turned his head and said something to Li Ling.

Hear this.

A smile appeared on Li Ling's cheek.

can.

Bai Wuchang was still thoughtful.

It was also specially sent to me to relieve my anger.

Looking at the horrified Pharaoh in front of him, Li Ling leaned closer: "Do you have anything to say?"

"What do you want to say?"

Hear this inquiry.

The pharaoh looked at the deserted street.

Looking back at the completely collapsed pyramid, his eyes were full of innocence and despair.

a few minutes ago.

He is still standing on the pyramid, under him are tens of thousands of ghost town mummy soldiers, and the mist is about to condense. He only needs to call the opponent back, kill him, absorb the last power, and then he can enter reality and kill Fight, restore yourself to the peak state, and recast the glory of the pharaoh.

but.

After a few minutes.

Using his own curse, Pharaoh successfully brought the opponent back.

But he didn't expect it.

In just half an hour, this guy called a helper to enter together.

wrong.

This is not calling for help.

This fucking went out and found a plug-in to come in.

It has not felt such a difference in strength between clouds and mud for a long time.

Even to fight, you must destroy the gems on the staff to be able to do it
Who is this?

The pharaoh's eyes glazed over, and now it's all gone.

Thousands of years of persistence, thousands of years of waiting, all in order to break the cocoon. He thought that today would be his first step in starting a dynasty.

But did not expect.

Today is the first step into the soil.

See each other silent.

Li Ling was a little unhappy.

Pretend.

Why don't you continue pretending.

Facing the weak with heavy blows, facing the strong with promises, right?

Take a deep breath.

Li Ling took out the mourning stick.

Pharaoh was a little surprised: "What are you doing?"

"what?"

Li Ling didn't speak, just threw a stick at the other party's head, and used practical actions to help him respond.

After a while.

After the Pharaoh, who was already inhuman, suffered another severe beating.

Its image can only be described as appalling.

"Ah"

Li Ling paused briefly.

Pharaoh prostrated himself on the ground, with a ferocious smile on his lips: "Fight it. Everything I have suffered now, one day, my compatriots will return to you."

"Compatriots?"

Li Ling frowned: "What do you mean by that?"

"You fucking pretended to be me?!"

"Do you understand the gold content of the underworld?!"

Hearing this, Li Ling didn't hesitate, and swung the stick again, grabbing the opponent's dog's head.

Pharaoh remained expressionless: "Sooner or later, they will avenge me."

Li Ling:.
Hear this.

He couldn't help falling into deep self-doubt.

Is it because of the accident that he can't wield the knife. Or are these guys really drifting away?

Are all of them so confident?
Still fucking dare to compete in power? !

Standing behind me is the underworld, what the hell is standing behind you? What kind of rotten fish and shrimps are standing there?
That's it.

Take him back to the underworld for torture.

Ask about the whereabouts of the remaining compatriots of this guy.

When the time comes, it's all over, let the brothers reunite, and feel what it means to reduce the dimensionality of the evil forces from the underworld.

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