Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

At this time, the sky was getting dark.

"Kill...kill...kill..."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

"kill……"

Suddenly, a series of neat shouts of killing came from the depths of the dead aura area, followed by a wave of shaking, as if thousands of troops were galloping, and the entire ground shook.

"Hongyi..." Nan Ling, who was behind her, couldn't help but asked in a trembling voice:

"How many ghosts is this?"

"The ground is shaking!"

"Amitabha... It's okay, after you go in later, you can follow the poor monk..." Hong Yi turned around and said to a few people:

"Now the poor monk is going to start a live broadcast, you spread out a little!"

After commanding the system to open the live room.

Sure enough, after an instant smoothness, the live broadcast room was crowded out by the barrage!

Even Hong Yi was a little stuck when he looked at the system screen in his mind.

Amitabha.

How many people came in in an instant?

During the day, Hongyi let the system use the account to publish the news of tonight's live broadcast, and the names were all set.

"Large-scale live broadcast - exploring the battlefield of death!"

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly 】

[According to reliable sources, the master has already gone to Nangudu! 】

[You said, Master Hong has given up the live broadcast, I propose to let the master live 24 hours a day without interruption, so that I can see the master every day! 】

[However, the place where the master came this time is a bit scary! 】

[Terror +1, do you see that the soil on the ground is black, is it stained with blood? 】

[I am from Nangu. The battlefield of death is very terrifying. It is said that there have been corpse soldiers who ran out and chopped them down when they saw them. One person slaughtered a village without letting go of the chickens! 】

[Chicken: I provoked you to provoke you, and even cut me off! 】

[By the way, are there any brothers who have successfully eaten chicken today? 】

[You can't even eat chicken feathers, you still eat chicken! 】

[Is this a live broadcast of Detective Horror?Why are you all so happy? 】

[Brother, are you new here?Isn't it fun to watch Master Hongyi's live broadcast?What is there to be afraid of ghosts! 】

……

Hong Yi casually watched a few barrages and felt a toothache.

A few normal barrages should undoubtedly be newcomers. As for Hongyi's old water friends, it is estimated that they should not be afraid of seeing ghosts now, and they may even go up to take a group photo directly.

It's just so cruel!

"Okay, water friends, it's going to get dark soon, the live broadcast equipment will be on all the time, not much nonsense, the poor monk will go in soon, everyone take care of your health, if you have heart disease, please exit the live broadcast room now, Amitabha Buddha …”

Hongyi quickly said a few words to the live broadcast room.

Greeting Nan Ling and the others with a gas mask, she stepped into the gray dead aura area.

Time is precious!

Every minute and every second is the value of the poor monk!

Step into the grey mist.

The visibility was very low, and all kinds of dry trees fell to the ground, and some were even stained with black blood.

The foot stepped on the dry ground, making a slight sound.

Since the screams of killing.

In the entire gray dead aura area, there was no sound at all.

Terribly quiet.

"what……"

Suddenly, Nan Ling exclaimed from behind and stretched out her finger to the side.

Hong Yi turned his head to look, and through the gas mask, he could vaguely see that under a dry tree that hadn't fallen down beside her, sitting on the side was a rotting corpse soldier wearing rusty armor.

At this moment, the corpse soldier slowly raised his head and turned around. Under his helmet, a pair of ghostly eyes shot out a terrifying green light.

The corners of his mouth were split open, revealing two rows of dark brown teeth.

Slowly standing up against the tree, the corpse soldier moved his hands and feet in a humane way, and all kinds of rotten meat kept falling to the ground.

"Ccrunch...crunch!"