Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

Chapter 31 I Still Like Your Rebellious Look (Read More)

"Woooo~!"

In a corridor full of artistic atmosphere, bursts of strange cries sounded, like evil spirits seeking their lives.

And at the end of the gallery, hangs a Feng Shui painting.

It was a cemetery in the wilderness.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave, and a man in white filial piety cannot tell the difference between male and female. He kneels in front of the grave, his body is stiff and motionless, and the pervasive cry of the grave comes from this painting.

The crying grew louder and louder.

The Grave Crying Ghost also seemed to come to life.

A more terrifying scene happened.

The Grave Crying Ghost walked out of the painting, showing half of his body.

The remaining half is emerging from the painting.

It wears a white filial hat on its head, and a white cloth hangs down to cover its face, revealing half of its outline faintly, and its whole body is full of dead air, without the slightest breath of living people.

The player whose ID is [Longjuezi] is watching all this in horror.

His name is Yang Feng, and he is an ordinary horror game player.

He got separated.

I strayed into the realm of ghost stories.

Triggered the law of killing the grave cry ghost.

This ubiquitous cry is the embodiment of supernatural power.

He couldn't control himself, his eyes were gradually getting wet, and his expression was becoming sad.

He covered his ears, but the voice kept ringing.

What made him even more desperate was that not only could he not control his face, but he also seemed to be unable to control his movements. His steps began to move, and he knelt down towards the cemetery in the painting.

The supernatural power is controlling him, wanting him to kneel down and cry at the grave.

Yang Feng was terrified and frightened to the extreme.

The horror level of this ghost is too high.

The living can't resist it at all.

His expression was so sad that he was about to cry.

Yang Feng endured it with all his strength, but the moisture in his eyes was beyond his control, and the sadness in his heart reached the extreme.

Looking at the information on the chat interface, he felt desperate.

"Ta Tata..."

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded.

Yang Feng was startled.

people?Or a ghost?
He glanced back from the corner of his eye.

More and more scary.

It's a ghost!

It's the eighth strange story on campus, the ghost who leads a human head and dead body.

As the errand walked, ghost ropes hung down behind him to lift the ghost up.

"It's over!"

Yang Feng was completely desperate.

There are grave-crying ghosts in the front, and ghosts in the back.

It was impossible for him to run away.

He finally sent a message to remind other players not to come.

This gallery will become the most dangerous place on this campus.

And he will be the first victim.

stomping on...

The footsteps were getting closer.

It was like a drum beating on his heart, making him palpitate.

It's getting closer and closer.

Yang Feng tensed his body, waiting to die...

"What are you kneeling here for?"

A voice sounded in his ear.

Yang Feng raised his head suddenly.

Then he saw Shen Jian's normal human face, watching him condescendingly.

Rows of hoisted corpses floated around him.

Yang Feng: ...

Thanks, it's even scarier this way.

"You...you are human!?"

At this moment, Yang Feng said in shock.

Because he noticed the player message on Shen Jian's head.

【Lord Yama himself】

【Level: 10】

Yang Feng was dumbfounded.

player?

This is actually a player!

The eighth strange story on campus they were talking about turned out to be a player?

"Hey, how do you talk, of course I'm human, isn't it obvious?"

Shen Jian looked down at himself.

He has a nose and eyes, a heartbeat and breath, and can sing and dance rap, so he was expelled.

Yang Feng: ...

He glanced at the dozen or so ghosts around him and collapsed.

Big brother, you are haunted by evil spirits, just like your little brother, if you say you are human, do you believe it yourself?

"Woooo~!"

The faint cry continued.

The supernatural killing curse paused for a while, and directly evolved to the third stage.

The cry was dry, hoarse, and could not be described in words.

There is an inexplicable strangeness everywhere.

Yang Feng's sadness that had just stopped suddenly surged out again.

"Damn, I just wanted to say, why are you crying for the grave, why are you crying so badly?"

Shen Jian cursed.

Turn around and walk towards the grave-crying ghost.

Yang Feng was startled: "Brother, don't be reckless, the closer you get to it, the more you can't help thinking..."

Snapped!
The words did not fall.

The clear and crisp sound of pushing the bag overwhelmed the crying.

Yang Feng:? ? !
He was completely bewildered.

Pupils looked at everything in front of them with shock.

Grave Crying Ghost:? ? ?

The Grave Crying Ghost was also dumbfounded.

Brother, you are a little unreasonable.

Since when has the sound of crying at the grave been better?Isn't that the case?

Your slap is a bit unreasonable.

The grave-crying ghost went berserk.

The white cloth covering it began to flutter, and the cries became more piercing.

Almost pierced the eardrums.

At the same time, his lower body is struggling to get out of the painting.

Shen Jian couldn't take it anymore.

This is noise, and noise with echoes.

He took out the mourning stick in his left hand, and raised the giant scythe in his right hand.

“亲爱的鬼鬼，你是想被这根和蔼的哭丧棒揍呢，还是想被这把可爱的镰刀砍呢。”

Shen Jian gave two options.

Grave Crying Ghost: ...

Can I not choose?

The Grave Crying Ghost raised his hand tremblingly, and chose the sickle.

Snapped.

Shen Jian ruthlessly swooped over: "Why didn't you choose the mourning stick? Did you think it wasn't kind enough?"

Grave Crying Ghost:! ! !

Why don't you give me a choice.

The ghost of the grave cried.

Drizzle Pear Blossom, so wronged.

Guisheng felt insulted.

He remembered.

In the future, this human must look good.

As for now...

After the lesson just now, he was a little less rebellious, so he decisively chose the mourning stick.

next second.

Another big push came over.

"He actually thought your sickle was not cute, so I beat him for you to avenge you."

Shen Jian said to the gap girl.

Gap Girl: ...

Grave Crying Ghost: ...

Ahhh, my mind is broken.

Tired, this world is no longer worth saving, destroy it.

A white cloth fell down.

This white cloth is used by grave-crying ghosts to cover their faces. On it, the outline of a human face can be clearly seen. The outline of the human face is strange and hollow, with a sad cry.

[Get a crying face. 】

[Crying face (incomplete): manageable. 】

[Note: If you cover your face, you can get a second face. 】

"Hey, that's not enough? I still like your rebellious look, why don't you recover?"

Crying face:……

Shen Jian was a little taken aback.

This grave-crying ghost has poor psychological quality.

He picked up the white cloth on the ground.

The white cloth is rough and old, not so much white cloth, but has actually been dyed a kind of gray, a bit dirty, with the outline of a crying face printed on it.

This is the body of the Grave Crying Ghost, a crying face.

This made Shen Jian think of the scarecrow serving his sentence on the first floor of the eighteen hells.

It happened to be a smiling face.

Even the rules of killing are similar.

One is the smiling face that was dug out, and the other is the sad face that was printed.

Crying and laughing, two similar grimaces.

Shen Jian put it away, not intending to control it.

He likes to hunt for novelties, but that doesn't mean he is willing to become one of them.

the other side.

Yang Feng was dumbfounded.

Grave Crying Ghost, was it solved just like that?
If he read correctly, the Grave Crying Ghost is definitely a white-clothed ghost, and the level of horror is not considered good in a two-star dungeon.

After all, the Grave Crying Ghost can kill people just by crying. If it is not for the lack of mobility, this must be difficult only for dungeons with three stars or higher.

But it was taken into custody by a level 10 player.

I am super, you are a bit unreasonable.

Even if the boss plays a trumpet, you should at least show off your supernatural power.

Just relying on a few big pockets can make the ghost docile.

This is said, who can accept it.

"Do you still want to kneel? I allow you to flatten your body."

Shen Jian said casually.

Yang Feng: ...

He was a little embarrassed: "My legs are weak."

"It's okay, it's normal, I think back then..."

Yang Feng was taken aback. Could it be that the big brother wanted to say that he was so scared that his legs went limp at the beginning?
"The ghost kneels down on me like this, I'm used to it."

Yang Feng: ...

……

at the same time.

Instructor Qian and his party, who were already approaching the gallery floor, felt their hearts sink.

No crying.

Is it over?

Is it wrong to win?Or did the Grave Crying Ghost win?
All hearts are heavy.

Because no matter what the result is, it is impossible for the single player to survive.

Human beings are too fragile. Even with supernatural props, the survival rate in the face of ghost attacks is less than [-]%.

【Instructor Qian: @龙足子, don’t worry, I’ll report the information to the authorities when I get back, and there will be logistics personnel secretly helping your family, rest in peace. 】

Although the other party could no longer see him, Instructor Qian still made a solemn promise.

Just out of the blue.

A message appears in the chat interface.

[Long Juezi:? ? ? 】

[Instructor Qian: You cheated! ! ! 】

(End of this chapter)