Weird coming?Fortunately, I am the King of Hades

Chapter 8 Invitation to the Ghost Funeral Parlor

The next day.

Shen Jian came to the meeting point.

I saw Wang Chen, the middle-aged uncle who was still wearing a suit this summer, sneaking around, as if he wanted to secretly trade arms.

"Boss, we meet again."

Wang Chen was very excited.

This is a golden thigh.

A man who can destroy the dungeon and make the Wangsheng Villa fall into maintenance.

He searched the information all night, and he has never heard of anyone who can do this.

The most amazing thing is to complete the copy on the first day.

Hold this thigh tightly, and you will have no worries for the rest of your life.

I just don't know if the boss will respond to him if he calls "Brother Leg".

"What about the copy invitation letter?"

Shen Jian simply said that he was appalled.

"Here."

Wang Chen took out a beautiful letter from his pocket.

[Trigger a special copy: Ghost Funeral Parlor. 】

[Mode: Team up with two people. 】

[Hint: This is an invitation from a funeral home. They recruit with high salaries every day, but it seems unsatisfactory.After completing the commission, you can obtain the status of a funeral home worker. 】

Look at the message on the game interface.

Shen Jian was thoughtful.

Undertaker, referring to the identity in the horror world?
Only with this identity can one enter the horror world?
"are you ready?"

Shen Jian asked.

Wang Chen: ...

Shouldn't I ask you, why are you turning your back on customers?

The boss is strong.

He nodded.

Shen Jian opened the invitation letter.

Everything around begins to change.

【loading……】

[A sufficient number of players have been detected. 】

[The game officially begins. 】

[Copy: Ghost Funeral Parlor. 】

[Content: This is the paradise of the dead, the final home of all the souls who died in vain. Don't disturb them, they will wake up. 】

[Number of players: 6 people. 】

[Main task: Transport the weirdo back to the funeral parlor. 】

[Submission [-]: Not activated. 】

[Sub-quest [-]: Not activated. 】

[Friendly reminder: The more you know, the safer you will be. 】

[Difficulty: One star. 】

The scarlet font confided.

Shen Jian opened his eyes, and the surrounding environment had become unfamiliar.

He was standing in a drowsy street.

There were five people standing around.

Except for him and Wang Chen, the other four seemed to join in a team, and the positions between them revealed this.

Four men and two women.

His gaze passed over the four of them in turn.

Two male groups, about the same age, one tall and strong, one thin, one level 1, one level 3, one ID is [Non-Gong], and the other is [Jianai].

A two-girl team, one submissive, with freckles on her face, a level 2 player, and her ID is [Feifei].

A gentle and calm player with black-rimmed eyes, a level 4 player, ID is [Shuyi].

Shen Jian narrowed his eyes.

His eyes lingered on the skinny young man and the eye-eyed girl for a while.

Because the breath of the two people is a little different.

Either there are supernatural props on his body, or he has controlled some weird things.

Overall it looks...

Much stronger than the players he met for the first time.

He has real skills.

The rating says it all.

The eyes of the rest of the people were also scanning, and finally they all focused on Shen Jianjian.

Without him, Shen Jian has the highest level.

Take the lead.

"This is a veteran player who has experienced many copies."

Several people made judgments at the same time.

observation room.

A crisp voice sounded: "That, is it the funeral home's car?"

It was a woman with freckles who spoke, and she pointed to the side of the road.

A hearse with "Dian" on it was parked not far from them.

Several people were taken aback.

Compared with ordinary hearses, this funeral car is too big.

It's about the size of a bus.

And the interior decoration is no different from that of a bus.

Not a traditional hearse.

"We're not going to take this car to transport the monster back?"

A tall and strong man swallows his saliva, and a living person rides a hearse, this is a big taboo.

Not to mention it's a horror game.

Anything can happen.

"Something fell on the car."

The glasses girl also spoke.

Pointing to the front driver's seat.

It is a questionnaire.

From the funeral home.

[The main task has been opened...]

[Task reminder: Go to the Ping An Hotel, investigate the identity of the victim, and transport the body back to the funeral home. 】

[Note: Danger often comes from ignorance. 】

Several people turned their attention to the questionnaire.

My heart skipped a beat.

Question [-]: What was the relationship between the deceased and each other?
Question [-]: Did the deceased die from homicide or suicide?

Question [-]: What is the cause of death?

Question [-]: Where is the body?

What the hell, you, a funeral home transporting corpses, are you acting like a forensic doctor?
Could it be that before burning the corpse, the corpse could get up and ask you, how did he die?

Shen Jian sighed.

Good horror game, all these useless.

After reading the content, the other players also turned pale and purple.

Among them, the tall and strong man and the freckled girl trembled slightly.

They looked at Wang Chen.

That's right.

They saw it.

The three groups of players are all a master and a rookie.

And Wang Chen, like them, belonged to the one who was taken.

This is a kind of resonance among vegetable chickens.

however……

Wang Chen's reaction was very calm.

This made them look at each other in blank dismay.

Looking at their respective thighs.

The skinny young man pointed at the hotel opposite: "It is impossible for a thriller game to give a mortal mission. Now that this questionnaire is released, the answer can definitely be found in the hotel."

The glasses girl also nodded.

Wang Chen lowered his voice and said, "Brother Leg, what should we do?"

Shen Jian glanced at the other party's middle-aged Mediterranean, but didn't say anything, just sighed: "Follow me first, I'm not very good at this kind of puzzle-solving games."

He looked up.

The Ping An Hotel mentioned in the game prompt is just opposite.

It was a hotel with both board and lodging.

Some old, the white paint on the outside of the wall has been blurred, and moss has grown all over the hotel.

It looks eerie, like it was built on a cemetery.

A sick ghost smoking dry tobacco and coughing violently stared at the player with cloudy and whitish eyeballs.

With every cough, it seemed like something bad had happened.

"Stay in the shop, or hit the tip?"

The sick ghost spoke in an almost hoarse voice.

The thin young man said in a deep voice: "We are the staff of the funeral home, and we are here to transport the corpse, please let us in."

There is no doubt that this is a creepy.

They cannot force their way in.

Just follow the rules.

"One thousand per person."

"What?" The thin young man was taken aback.

"If you want to go in, one thousand horror coins per person." The sick ghost continued to smoke the dry tobacco, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Everyone was surprised.

good appetite.

One thousand horror coins is undoubtedly a huge sum of money for them.

And not everyone can afford it.

This kind of currency, which can only be used in the horror world, definitely plays an extremely important role for players. No one is willing to use it unless it is a last resort.

What's more, this is just the cost of entry.

How to do?
Many players looked at each other.

I don't know what to do for a while.

For the first time, they encountered local monsters that made things difficult for players.

Before entering the hotel, he was stopped outside.

Although there is no time limit for this dungeon, any fool knows that the longer you delay in a dungeon full of weirdness, the more dangerous it will be.

It takes patience, but people don't have it.

"Yo, fellow, I'll walk with you."

At this moment, there was a tut-tsk sound.

Everyone was stunned.

Because they saw Shen Jian A go up.

A look of enthusiasm when I met a fellow villager in the same village and asked the other party to introduce the job.

Players:? ? ?

Sick ghost:? ? ?
Who the hell is with your fellow countrymen?

"Are you traveling with me? Are you working in a hotel too?"

The hoarse cough of the sick ghost sounded.

"Almost, I was a robber!"

(End of this chapter)