Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

"Mr. Lin, not only at the front, but also on the sides of the convoy and in the area just entering the fog, there are also very powerful ghosts."

"These ghosts seem to have been waiting here for a long time, waiting for us to go deeper."

At the same time, Mr. Lin's walkie-talkie began to ring.

"It seems that these guys have been guarding against our breakout."

Mr. Lin frowned.

He knew that the ghosts in the fog were not stupid, and even had the same wisdom as humans.

So it was not surprising that this situation occurred.

"All units are ready, and now the battle is really starting."

Mr. Lin's eyes condensed.

All ghost masters began to tense up.

Just as Mr. Lin said, the battle has just begun.

Someone will die later.

At this moment, the ghosts in the fog looked at the convoy, with extremely greedy expressions in their eyes.

"My dear soldiers, these humans in front of you will be your spoils of war."

"This place is really wonderful, with so much food."

"Go ahead, it's time to recreate the glory of the old master."

Among these ghosts, a ghost general drew his sword and pointed it at the convoy.

Instantly, these ghosts rushed towards the convoy with weapons.

"Get started!"

Old Lin said to the intercom.

Afterwards, ghost masters began to appear one by one and killed these ghosts.

However, these ghosts that just appeared were not on the same level as the ghosts they had just encountered in terms of strength and combat ability.

Groups of black ghost energy bombarded these ghost masters.

These ghost masters also emitted ghost energy.

Even ghost objects were taken out by them one by one.

"Clang!"

The sound of weapons colliding rang out.

The weapons in the hands of those ghost generals were actually ghost objects.

Soon, even Elder Lin and Zhao Shanshan were in trouble.

The two of them were facing two level nine ghosts respectively.

Now they could only be in a stalemate and could not break out of the encirclement.

They even sensed a very terrifying existence in the depths of the fog.

That was the breath of the ghost king!

At this moment, the middle of the convoy also entered the fog.

As soon as a black pickup truck entered the fog, it saw a ghost with a ferocious face rushing towards the pickup truck.

This ghost was a level seven ghost.

There were more than one, and there were actually several level seven ghosts around.

These ghosts began to rush towards the cars of those residents.

There were not many ghost masters in the middle of the convoy, and there were few powerful ghost masters in Lincheng.

At this moment, he was also dragged by other ghosts.

"Damn it!"

There were two young men sitting on the pickup truck. The man in the passenger seat took out a baseball bat from the side of the passenger seat when he saw this.

"Get off our car, you ghost!"

The man hit the ghost's head with the baseball bat.

"Bang!"

The next second, a metallic sound rang out.

The man only saw black gas suddenly coming out of the ghost's head.

Then the baseball bat in his hand was easily blown away by the ghost's gas.

The man's eyes widened immediately.

In front of powerful ghosts, ordinary humans have no ability to resist at all.

The battle situation changed quickly.

At this moment, because of the appearance of these super ghosts, the convoy suddenly fell into chaos.

A ghost interspersed among these convoys and attacked the residents in the car.

The speed of the vehicle dropped sharply.

"Do it!"

At this time, Chen Xun's voice suddenly sounded from the chest of an unknown ghost master.

The doors of some cars in the convoy were opened.

Ghosts actually walked out!

And they were all level eight to nine ghosts.

These ghosts were summoned by Chen Xun using the scroll.

It was to deal with the current situation.

But what Chen Xun felt sorry for was that even if he had the scroll, there was a limit on the number of ghosts summoned in the scroll every day.

Even if someone else put the ghost money into the scroll, the limit would not increase.

Otherwise, he would not need the help of others with almost endless ghost money. I'm afraid he could clear all the things in the fog by himself.

The ghosts in these scrolls appeared and quickly cleared a lot of ghosts.

More than a thousand level eight and nine ghosts, the combat power should not be underestimated.

Even in the horror world, they can be used as a super strong force.

Unfortunately, in the fog, the number of ghosts in the fog is even greater.

Although the more than a thousand level eight and level nine ghosts are powerful, they cannot protect nearly a million residents.

This is equivalent to one ghost protecting thousands of residents.

It is impossible to do it.

Moreover, there are still those ghost kings who have not taken action in the fog!

However, the appearance of these ghosts has indeed made the battle situation slightly better.

The convoy can also start to move forward continuously.

However, death is inevitable after all.

Somewhere in the convoy, a car lost control and hit the railing on the side of the road.

The whole car was in flames and even broke down and could no longer drive.

A level nine ghost, with its mouth dripping blood, looked into the car.

At this moment, there are three people in the car.

In addition to a couple, there is a little girl who looks only seven or eight years old.

The father in the car rushed out of the car and blocked the ghost in front of him.

"Get out of here!"

The father said, holding a kitchen knife in his hand and slashing at the ghost.

This was the only self-defense weapon he could prepare before he set off.

However, even if the sharp blade chopped on the ghost, it would not have any effect.

"Puff~"

The next second, the black ghost hand instantly pierced through the father's abdomen.

Red blood spilled all over the ground.

The father's expression froze, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Really, you talk too much nonsense."

"But the taste of fear on your face is particularly good."

The ghost said, and then licked the blood on his hand.

The next second, his eyes looked into the car.

At this moment, the woman in the car looked dazed, watching her husband fall in a pool of blood, her face revealing a loss.

And the little girl cried out.

"Don't worry, it will be your turn soon."

The ghost said, and then walked towards the car door.

The mother also reacted quickly, picked up the little girl and rushed out of the car door, and then ran out of the other car door in panic.

He saw the ghosts in the convoy who were protecting them.

If he could run into the convoy and get on someone else's car, he might be able to survive.

At least, her daughter could survive.