Hear sounds.
Shen Jian lowered his head subconsciously.
Xiaoxuenu is indeed a child of a wealthy family, and she has her own airport at a young age.
Xiaoxuenu noticed Shen Jian's gaze, her face turned red instantly, and she remembered the scene of opening her windbreaker in the toilet, and quickly folded her arms in front of her chest.
"Pervert! Where are your eyes looking!"
Shen Jian looked away.
No interest at all.
"I'd like to see it, but it's a pity it's not available."
Little Snow Girl:? ? ?
Is this insulting to me?
This is absolutely insulting to me.
Xiaoyuki-onna suddenly became anxious: "What's the use of that kind of thing? It's just a burden. That old woman is just a succubus with her butt on her breasts."
"And who says I don't have it? I obviously have a little bit of it, okay?"
Said.
The little snow girl puffed out her chest proudly.
Shen Jian felt pity for a while.
But the other party's words made Shen Jian a little interested.
"The old woman you are talking about, do you mean Aunt Bai? Do you know her?"
"Who else could she be? That old woman knew my mother and she hit people with the ball every day."
Koyuki-onna hummed.
His tone was full of dissatisfaction with the vice principal.
Shen Jian's heart moved.
He also has an invitation letter to the Ice and Snow Castle in his hand, and can enter the supernatural copy at any time.
He really wanted to see if the little snow girl's mother was the snow girl he imagined.
You know, in a certain circle, Yuki Ono is a best-seller.
And I heard that a second part is about to be released.
"There is ill-intent in your eyes."
At this time, Xiaoxue Nu suddenly said on guard.
Shen Jian came to his senses.
Come closer.
Little Snow Girl was startled.
His little face suddenly turned red.
Although she likes to show off, she only enjoys it by herself. This is the first time she has felt the strong scent of a man at such a close distance.
As the heat continued to hit her face, her body temperature also rose rapidly. The heat rushed directly to her forehead, making her already a little nervous brain even more dizzy.
The snow-white skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face showed an abnormal blush.
"You, what are you doing?"
Little Snow Girl hesitated.
Holding her skirt, she looked a little nervous.
See this.
Shen Jian laughed.
I have been in the human world for so long without any adverse reactions. This two-world passage is indeed somewhat useful.
"Okay, you get used to it and go to a place with me later."
Shen Jian finished.
The figure disappeared into the rental house.
Only the sad and angry Xiao Xuenu was left, lying on Shen Jian's bed, sniffing cautiously, not knowing what she was thinking.
He kept mumbling in his mouth:
"Is it really small?"
"This is not what I want..."
"Pervert, small ones are good too."
"No, go back and ask your mother how to grow up."
…
Hades.
Shen Jian appeared on the third level of the eighteenth level of hell.
It's all gray here.
Everything is in nothingness.
Following Shen Jian's thoughts.
A large pendulum with a height of fifty meters appeared in the center.
The ghost principal and many other campus ghost stories all appeared here.
At the same time, there were also ghosts with numb and cold expressions.
"Human, where is this place? Let me go, you have already snatched my copy."
The ghost principal became a lot more stubborn at this time.
His tone was a bit colder.
"You still have the nerve to say that you used my money to buy scrap metal like paper clothes. I haven't even settled the score with you yet."
Ghost Principal:......
Scrap metal?
That was his friend's crowning masterpiece.
If he hadn't relied on the relationship between the two and exhausted his family wealth, he might not have been able to get this piece of paper clothing.
According to a friend, wearing this paper suit can even temporarily fight against the King of Ghosts.
It's not that Zhiyi is weak, it's that this human being is too stupid.
Even the old people were beaten.
Speaking of which,
The ghost principal thought of the cruelty of this human being again.
His tone couldn't help but weaken.
"What do you want to do?"
Shen Jian said silently: "Please play a game."
The ghost principal looked at the big pendulum not far away and couldn't help but sneer: "That's it. I stopped playing when I was three years old. If you think this can scare me, then you are overthinking."
"Just try it and you'll know. This will be a brand new version you've ever experienced."
As the pendulum rapidly rotated 180 degrees, the ghosts sitting on it each let out frightened screams.
Just when they thought it was over.
The swing hammered them all away, and then they fell heavily from dozens of meters away.
Each one was smashed into pieces of flesh and blood.
And because of his supernatural immortality, he stood up again and again.
Ghost Principal:? ? !
Damn it, you are not the son of a man.
[The third level of hell: Big Pendulum Beating Hell (Already set)]
…
Return to the real world.
Little Snow Girl has fallen asleep on his quilt.
The sleeping position is very indecent.
Shen Jian made the call.
"Mr. Shen?" Qian Kuan's voice came out.
"How much do you know about deserted village dungeons." Shen Jian got straight to the point.
He was very interested in the supernatural events in the deserted village that he saw on the prayer list of the City Emperor Palace.
Because this is another invasion of the world of horror by horror games.
It has reached the point where the real world is gamified.
"Mr. Shen, have you noticed it too?" Qian Kuan was a little surprised, but still said seriously: "This is a two-star dungeon, and it is a mystery-solving type. The scope of the entire dungeon is not large, but the puzzle content is too huge. We We sent several groups of members to challenge, but no one survived. In the end, a Samsung player barely escaped and we were able to get some important clues."
Shen Jian frowned.
A three-star player barely escaped from a two-star dungeon?
"According to the player, the deserted village dungeon is the story of two families, one is the elder brother's family, and the other is the younger brother's family. Both families think the other is a ghost. We tried to help both families separately, but the tasks failed."
"The only consolation is that the dungeon can be detached, unlike horror games where failure means death."
Shen Jian listened.
Thoughtful.
Compared with thriller games, real-world gamification is undoubtedly more humane.
You can also leave the instance if the mission fails.
That is to say, escape from the deserted village.
But in Shen Jian's view, this so-called humanization should be a manifestation of the inability of horror games to fully invade.
In this regard, thriller games are also just getting started.
Shen Jian narrowed his eyes.
You little bitch wants to invade the Yang world. Have you asked me about my plan in the underworld?
He had an intuition that by destroying these copies, the invasion of horror games would slow down a lot, and the underworld would have more time to develop stably.
"I understand. The deserted village dungeon has been blocked by you. Leave me a pass or notice or something. I don't want to be stopped by then."
Shen Jian said casually.
On the other end of the phone.
Qian Kuan was shocked and overjoyed.
"Great, Mr. Shen, if you are willing to contribute, we in Daxia Longque will be grateful. Also, you have helped us solve several major supernatural incidents, especially the Lucheng incident, and saved a city. We really don't know How can I thank you for your intervention."
"Then find me a single-family villa with a yard. It should be quiet, preferably one that is haunted."
Qian Kuan:......
Find a house that is haunted.
As expected of an elder, his brain circuit is just different from others.
"no problem."
hang up the phone.
Qian Kuan looked at the information in his hand thoughtfully.
That was a supernatural incident involving a married woman.
The person involved, Chen Songjiang, claimed that he had gone to the Chenghuang Temple to pray for blessings, and that night, Shen Jian came.
According to the internal relationship analysis of Daxia Longque, there is no intersection between the two.
The only indirect point of contact between the two was the Chenghuang Temple.
In addition, the headquarters judged Shen Jian's identity: he was suspected to be the emperor of the underworld.
He felt more and more that Shen Jian was the City Emperor.
It is the local patron saint of Qingshi.
He is also the first known underworld god.
"Thriller games have invaded, the underworld has descended, and now Emperor Liancheng has also appeared. This world..."
Qian Kuan sighed.
Whether it is a horror game or the legendary underworld, it is a mountain that spans the world of the sun.
Humans simply cannot shake it.
Can only survive in the cracks.
The only good thing is that the attitude of the Emperor of Underworld City is biased towards humans.
This is the only good news.
"I heard that the City Emperor is only interested in female ghosts. I don't know if the City Emperor will accept some of the beautiful female ghosts I send there..."
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