The cold aura rose, and the ghosts sleeping in the ruins woke up. One after another, the evil ghosts walked out of the broken buildings. They twitched their sense of smell and smelled the fragrance of human souls. They immediately neighed excitedly and shouted to Brother Mao. The three of them rushed over.
The ghost tribe that came like a tide, at least hundreds of evil ghosts with claws and teeth, instinctively wanted to swallow the souls of Brother Mao and others into their stomachs, turning into huge ghost faces, and their huge mouths could directly swallow one. living person.
A huge sense of fear suddenly arose in Brother Mao's heart. The two younger brothers were so frightened that they turned pale and could not make any sound. They wanted to turn around and escape from the red circle, but their bodies were out of control. They only felt that their whole bodies were weak. Can't afford the slightest effort.
Suppressing the fear rising in his heart, Brother Mao knew that he had to reveal his identity, otherwise he would be buried in the mouths of the ghosts in a few seconds, his soul would be torn into pieces, and he would die in endless pain.
"We are disciples of the Ghost King Sect, not your enemies. We have important information to ask your leader." Brother Mao shouted quickly, but no ghost clan paid attention to him.
In less than two seconds, Brother Mao's two younger brothers were devoured by the ghost clan that rushed forward, leaving behind two corpses exuding cold air. Brother Mao was so frightened that he shouted even harder and resisted the bite of the ghost clan with all his strength. There was also a feeling of regret.
Attacks from more than a dozen ghosts around his body arrived at the same time. Brother Mao felt that his body temperature continued to drop, his core began to dim, his hands and feet began to stiffen, and he would be unable to move in a few seconds.
"This is the damn apocalypse, I'll fuck your mother." Brother Mao recalled his life with hatred in his heart. Before the apocalypse, executives of listed companies had an annual salary of several million, a beautiful wife, a pair of lovely children, and a young man. The college student lover who has obtained his lover can have the pennant at home and colorful flags fluttering outside, and it can be said that he has a happy and complete life; however, this happiness has not been enjoyed for long, and the apocalypse suddenly breaks out, everything disappears like a dream, and his wife, children, and lovers all fail to evolve and become The ghosts don't know where they are. Their tens of millions in bank deposits have been turned into waste paper. They can't buy a few hundred kilograms of rice. They go directly back to the bottom of society and live like countless stupid mud-legged people receiving government supplies. Such a life is not What I want is that I, Xu Maoren, am a social elite and want to live a life of excellence.
Brother Mao, who was about to fall into the freezing cold, aroused a surge of anger in his heart, and the core of his body suddenly burst out with a burst of righteous energy, instantly rushing away from the besieging ghost clan.
The ghosts who were dispersed by the sweeping righteous energy suddenly burst into great anger, and the food in their mouths violently resisted, which made these ghosts feel embarrassed and bit them even more ferociously.
"Stop." A silent shout came from behind the ghost clan. The group of ghosts immediately stopped rushing towards Brother Mao, stopped one after another, and surrounded Brother Mao, showing a vicious and salivating look.
Seeing this situation, Brother Mao understood that the middle and high-level leaders of the Ghost Clan had appeared, and quickly shouted: "I am a disciple of the Ghost King Sect. I am an ally with the Ghost Clan, and we cooperate in a friendly manner. I have important information to report to the leader of the Ghost Clan."
A tall ghost who looked like a middle-aged man walked over from behind the ghost tribe. He still retained his appearance in life, with a full beard and a scar on his face, and a fierce look in his eyes.
Looking at Brother Mao, who was pale and nervous but not very scared, the middle-aged ghost man said: "Everyone on the road calls me Brother Shan. Boy, you have a strong desire to survive and good courage, so I will give you a Chance."
Brother Mao felt the cold aura on Brother Shan's body, at least the strength of the late second level, and immediately said respectfully: "Brother Shan, your strength is so strong, like the sea, unfathomable..."
"Okay." Brother Shan interrupted Brother Mao and said coldly: "You are very bad at flattering me. There is no need to flatter me. Tell the key points and tell the information you know."
Brother Mao hurriedly said: "Yes, Brother Shan taught you right. I got the news that the Imperial Capital Rocket Force is about to send troops to wipe out the red circle ghost tribe near the Imperial Capital, so I came to deliver this important information immediately."
Brother Shan had a solemn look on his face when he heard this, and said seriously: "Is this true?"
Brother Mao nodded immediately, and Brother Shan said, "Follow me."
Under the escort of a group of ghosts, Brother Mao honestly followed Brother Shan towards the center of the red circle. Along the way, he saw many grinning ghosts, drooling at him and making silent roars, and he suddenly felt nervous.
Brother Shan stopped when he saw this, glanced at the ghost clan around him, and let out a sharp silent roar, which scared the ghost clan around him and immediately lowered their heads, not daring to make any sound.
With a cold snort, Brother Shan continued to walk forward, and soon he came to the center of the red circle, where he stopped in front of a towering building that exuded an extremely cold atmosphere and reached into the clouds.
Feeling the cold air radiating from this building, Brother Mao could only use his core energy to barely resist the extremely cold air, but Brother Shan showed a look of envy that he was enjoying extremely.
One person and one ghost walked into the building, and soon reached the top floor, where there was a political hall just like the ancient emperor. This was the only hall on the whole floor. Just like the emperor's political hall, the ministers were arranged on both sides, and the ghost king sat on the central throne.
"Report to my king." Brother Shan knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "A human tribe broke into our ghost tribe's territory and said that he had important information to report to my king."
Sitting on the throne is a young ghost who retains his appearance in life. He has a tall and handsome figure, sword-star eyebrows, and a wise and profound light in his eyes, which is extremely extraordinary.
Looking at Brother Mao who was kneeling below, the young ghost king slowly said: "Human race, such a nostalgic word. I used to be one of them, but I was at the bottom of the oppressed society. No matter how good my grades are, I will never get ahead. , I have to say that the human race is a dirty race, and they deserve to be the food of my ghost race, the way of heaven is really fair."
When Brother Mao saw the young ghost king sighing with emotion, he immediately spoke out and said: "The ghost king is right, the human race is indeed filthy. All kinds of hypocrites are rampant, fraud, and crime are everywhere, but no one cares about them. They all regard the law as There is nothing, serving the powerful and powerful at the top and trampling on the people at the bottom. It has no etiquette, justice and shame at all, and it should be eliminated."
"Hahaha!" The young ghost king looked up to the sky and laughed when he heard this. The senior leaders of the ghost clan on both sides also laughed, and a strong and sinister cold air surged in the hall.
Seeing this, Brother Mao also laughed. Seeing this, the young ghost tribe smiled and said: "Those who know the current affairs are heroes. You should be considered an elite among the human race. Tell me about the intelligence information you know."
"Yes, Lord Ghost King." Brother Mao said immediately: "The entire Rocket Army will be dispatched in about ten days, concentrating its forces to push across the 26 red circle ghost tribes near the imperial capital, in an attempt to wipe out all the ghost tribes near the imperial capital in one battle."
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