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

Chapter 196 Curse the game!

Ghostly underworld.

In a majestic and huge black palace.

"Ghost Lord..."

A handsome man in a gorgeous black dragon robe sat quietly on the top white skeleton dragon chair, playing with two walnut-sized child skulls in his hands.

Staring at the few people below with gloomy eyes, a low voice sounded.

"This time, the ghosts and mythical creatures of Nangudu failed, the golden armor ghost master, the resentful ghost master died..."

"What face does my Ghost-devouring Emperor have to stand in the ghosts?"

Below the dragon chair, the eight ghost masters knelt on the ground, all of them looked terrified, and their whole bodies kept shaking slightly.

The Ghost Eater Emperor slowly sat up straight and looked down at the few people below.

"Curse ghost!"

Immediately, a rickety old man among the eight hurriedly knelt and climbed to the center of the hall, lowered his head, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty... Wei Chen is here!"

"You go to Nangu... within a month, the whole Nangu will be in panic and chaos..."

"When the ghostly creature is formed again, I will step on the entire South Valley!"

The Ghost Eater Emperor's eyes were fierce and his expression was hideous.

"Yes... Your Majesty!"

……

Affiliated High School of South Valley University of Science and Technology.

It was already 9 o'clock in the evening.

An Qing in the last row took out her phone and checked the time.

There are still 30 minutes before the evening self-study.

Sudden.

A message pops up on the phone screen.

"Welcome to join the 'Red Packet Grab' game group."

Zhou Qing glanced at the information on the phone screen and couldn't help but glanced at her mouth.

It must be someone who knows the WeChat group to grab the red envelopes.

Don't know if the state has banned it?

Open the phone again, open WeChat, and click into this WeChat group called "Grab Red Envelopes".

Just clicked in, and a series of join prompts sounded on the screen.

"Wang Lei joined the group chat..."

"Xie Ying joined the group chat..."

"Zhou Dongsheng joined the group chat..."

Zhou Qing opened her eyes wide and looked again. It turned out that all the names were real people, and all of them were her own classmates.

"Deskmate……"

Zhou Qing couldn't help but pushed Zhao Xiaodong, her tablemate.

"Where's your phone? Let's see if you are also in this red envelope group? Who built this by our classmates?"

"I'm just wondering, I also received this news just now..."

Unexpectedly, his tablemate Zhao Xiaodong also looked at himself with a puzzled expression.

And right now.

In the WeChat group, a person who used a black and white portrait of an old man as his avatar sent a message.

"Ghost Lord: Jie Jie... There are a total of 40 people in the group. From now on, I will give out red envelopes, and the one with the smallest amount of red envelopes will be punished!"

"Everyone must smoke, if you dare not to smoke - die!"

Attached is a picture of a blood-covered student that I found from nowhere.

"Who's pulling the group... I can't get out!"

"Hurry up...Thank you for the big red envelope!"

"Thank you boss... send it quickly!"

Immediately below, there were several expressions asking for red envelopes.

Zhou Qing tried to click to withdraw from the group, and sure enough, as someone in the group said, she couldn't withdraw no matter what.

And this time.