General: Start The Demon King, Get The Editing System

Two men and a woman in the Australian Internet Cafe

stood in front of the seat where Zhou Yi had sat before, silent.

The entire row of computer desks has been smashed by Zhao Xiyu's punch, and only the screen where the game ghost appears is still smoking black.

A young man gently pushed the monocle: "The awakened person is capable and sophisticated, extremely destructive, and it takes up to five minutes from the appearance of the game ghost to the killing.

"It seems that he is definitely not a rookie."

"What's even more terrifying is that this awakened person doesn't seem to want to expose his profession, and it only takes two simple attacks to hit the point."

The other two nodded, some folk awakeners would indeed hide information so much, not to mention that this ghost should have just been born.

This is common.

The glasses man touched the hole in the tabletop, confirmed it several times, and then said in disbelief: "He... He seems to be armed with a pencil.

After saying this, the three were dumbfounded.

Killing the ghost with a pen is too scary.

The Ghost Hunter can do this, and he can count it on one hand.

"Captain, can you achieve this level without using professional skills?"

Looking at the middle-aged man, the glasses man asked.

"Ahem." The middle-aged man's face turned red and he waved his hand: "Continue to investigate, continue to investigate."

"Another undocumented civil awakener, still so strong?"

It was the woman next to her who spoke, and she licked her plump red lips: "Hope is an interesting little fresh meat." "

She gestures with a flattering attitude, like some enlightenment teacher.

"Okay Lin Miaomiao, reap the taste."

The middle-aged man standing in the center glanced at her faintly: "Besides that, is there any other information?" The

glasses man hesitated slightly, and said uncertainly: "My eyes tell me that in addition to the game ghost, there is also a trace of a ghost."

"Although she seems to have just been ghosted, her smell is extremely mellow, and her talent is at least above the A grade."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank and his expression solemn.

Man and ghost working together?

Lin Miaomiao spat out her red tongue and said with great disgust: "It won't be a corpse chaser who has not yet reported the mission from the province, right?"

"This profession is accompanied by corpses every day, so disgusting."

Official organizations in cities often cooperate to carry out tasks together.

She had the privilege of spending three days with the corpse chasers, and every second was torture.

"Although corpse chasers can control corpses, they are all unconscious zombies, and it is impossible to control ghosts that already have self-awareness."

The middle-aged man slowly spoke, "Don't forget, in addition to driving corpses, there is also a profession that can control ghosts."

As soon as the words came out, the two eyelids jumped and looked at him in disbelief.

The glasses man's voice trembled a little: "Teacher, you mean... Undertaker? The

middle-aged man did not answer: "I have already asked the owner of the Internet café, but I have not seen the other party's face clearly, go and adjust the monitoring to see if I can find useful information." "

The summer wind has done a good job of concealment, plus the Internet café owner has long been scared and stupid, and there is not much useful information.

"The surveillance that day was deleted."

The man with glasses controlled the computer and his expression sank.

"What about street surveillance?"

He shook his head and sighed, "The other party is very smart and makes perfect use of the blind spot of the monitor, and he doesn't even see his shadow." "

I have to admit that the other party's anti-detection methods are extremely old-fashioned, as if they have been systematically learned, and there is no trace left.

"Look again."

The middle-aged man tapped lightly on the table, very patient.

If the other party is really an undertaker, it will cause a huge sensation to the awakened people in the country and even the world.

"Found it!"

The glasses man suddenly looked bright, and his hands quickly tapped on the keyboard:

"I hacked into the dashcams of the surrounding vehicles, which should have recorded the whole process of the other party entering and exiting the Internet café!"

It just so happened that a car stopped in front of the Internet café that day.

No matter how powerful the other party is, I will definitely not expect this.

He pushed the frame excitedly, and then clicked on the video recording.

The three of them all gathered in front of the screen, holding their breath.

They were all curious about what kind of person would become such a mysterious profession as an undertaker.

The video window jumped out and began to play the contents inside:

"One day, the originally peaceful village is suddenly attacked by an unknown parasitic lifeform, quickly find out the weakness of the monster Magnia!" Welcome to the next episode of Digga Ultraman, the fog is coming! The

expressions of the three were like this: (O_O)?

"Okay, no need to look for it."

The middle-aged man sighed: "The opponent's anti-reconnaissance ability and we are not at the same level, so it can only be a waste of time to find it like this." "

The other party not only did not appear before, but even teased the official.

It's not easy to become an undertaker.

"File it for now." The middle-aged man made a decision and said in a deep voice: "I believe he will appear." "

......

"There's a lot of water for small things."

Xia Feng squatted on the ground to repair the water pipe, and the arm muscles continued to exert strength.

After adding a little strength, Xia Feng accidentally tore the water pipe when taking a bath.

It seems that I have to be careful, this time I ripped the water pipe, and if I accidentally ripped something similar when I accidentally did the piston movement, it would not be good.

Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, no need to go to class, just a three-day long holiday.

Bite!

Hearing the sound, Xia Feng's body seemed to surge into electricity, and he subconsciously trembled.

It turned out to be the sound of the phone.

These two days have been made a little neurotic by the system.

"Students, today the teacher opened a tutoring class at home, no money, only eight hundred book fees..." The

message was not finished, blacked, quit the group chat, and the summer wind operation was completed in one go.

Refusing the teacher to open a small stove, starting with me.

Phew~

Xia Feng wiped the sweat on his forehead and finally repaired it.

"The official side should have discovered that the game ghost was eliminated."

Zhao Xiyu sat in front of the computer and glanced at the official forum.

The quest of the game ghost has been revoked.

"Oh, then they should have found the gift I left behind."

Xia Feng walked out of the bathroom with a vise.

"Gift?"

"Yes, they should believe that Ultraman exists."

Zhao Xiyu: ???

"I'll go return something."

Xia Feng pushed open the door and walked towards the neighbor's house.

His set of tools was borrowed from the widow Zhang next door.

Since coming to the funeral house, Widow Zhang, who still has the charm, has taken good care of Xia Feng.

From time to time, he will send him some chicken soup to replenish his body.

And Xia Feng often went to Widow Zhou's house to help her make some minor repairs.

Well, it's not a boarding day, a secret study and teaching, or something like that.

It's just a matter of repairing rooms and unclogging waterways.

However, Xia Feng found that Widow Zhou appeared to be more and more moving towards that aspect of the plot.

"Alas, I have to stick to my bottom line! Otherwise, one day he will be wiped out by the high dimension, and he will not even have a chance to react.

Xia Feng thought to himself and slammed the iron door in front of him.

"Sister Zhou, I'm here to return something!"

However, after waiting for three minutes, no one came to open the door.

Well?

Something strange, obviously just still there.

Xia Feng narrowed his eyes and pressed his ear to the door.

He heard the creaking of saws cutting planks, and messy footsteps.

The TV in the room seemed to be playing a drama, the sound was intermittent, and the summer breeze was not very sure.

The sound of footsteps disappeared in front of the door, and for a moment the room fell into a dead silence.

"The other party won't also stick in front of the door to listen to the sound outside, right?"

An idea suddenly appeared in Xia Feng's mind.

Wrong!

Thinking of this, he said: "Sister, if you want to be busy, I will take the key under the mat to open the door." "

There was no key under the doormat at all.

"You put things outside..." Sister Zhou's

voice came from inside the door, a little hoarse, as if squeezed out of the throat, without the slightest emotion.

Sure enough, it's just across the door!

Xia Feng's heart sank, he had calculated that it would take five seconds to walk from Sister Zhou's room to the door at the fastest, how could he answer so quickly.

The other party is most likely to have encountered a ghost!

Thinking of this, Xia Feng said with a smile: "Sister, I pulled Vaseline to you, it's on the shoe cabinet, you help me take it out." There

was a silence in the room.

Then, Sister Zhou opened the crack in the door.

"Something to give..." Before

he finished speaking, an arm suddenly reached out from outside the door, and it stuck the door like thick iron tongs.

Xia Feng's head squeezed in through the crack of the door, with a harmless smile on his face.

"Don't be so good, sister, my brother still wants to have an in-depth exchange with you today."