"Tool people are easy to find."
"There are a lot of them in the Ten Demon Sects."
"Choose a disciple at random and plant an idea in him."
"The other party will naturally draw my Dharma image and use it as a visualization diagram to circulate in the strange world."
"Wait! There's no need to go to such trouble."
"I can directly order a large number of disciples to promote my Dharma as a visualization map in the strange world. I am the leader of the Ten Demon Sect, and I have the right to do so. I also have the motivation to do so." Ke Xiaoliang shook his head. Shaking his head, he lamented that his consciousness still hadn't fully caught up with the pace.
He is no longer just the boss behind the scenes, he can also be regarded as the boss in front of the stage.
After all, the leader of the Ten Demon Sect is by no means a small figure.
As the leader of a demon sect like the Ten Demon Sect, using the sect's rights to seek benefits for himself... shouldn't that be a routine operation?
"That's it, and in order to avoid backlash, I can reward you based on your merits. Whoever promotes it better will get corresponding rewards after being proven."
"Using power for personal gain is so fair and aboveboard!" Ke Xiaoliang smiled, finally finding a trace of happiness in being the leader of the sect.
At this time, the strange world began to become more lively.
Those ghost cultivators in the underworld have all entered a strange world in all likelihood.
Of course, they could not understand all the plans and plans of Judge Lu and the Minotaur King.
Even just guessing something is enough to make them 'excited' and 'excited'.
The ghost cultivators have all heard of the ghost-eating technique, but they are unable to teach it.
Now the two rulers of the underworld actually broke the taboo and taught ghost-eating skills on such a large scale... How could those ghost cultivators in the underworld miss it?
Similarly, the lonely ghosts wandering in the human world, as well as those remnant souls similar to those in the Soul Preservation Palace, have also entered the strange world, looking for their own opportunities and opportunities.
Whether it is Chu Yuanxiao, the Minotaur Ghost King, or Judge Lu, they are just one perspective, not the whole world.
Xue Chan entered the strange world and has been in the strange world for more than half a year.
Here, he regained his body and started a new life.
Weirdness, rules of ghosts, ghost weapons, ghost-eating techniques, visualization diagrams... these have become the knowledge that he crazily studied and absorbed.
Xue Chan cannot be regarded as a truly extraordinary genius, but he works hard enough, is forbearing enough, and has perseverance and determination enough.
For a ghost weapon, he worked as a handyman in a firm and cleaned toilets for two months.
In order to understand visualization, he not only tried hard to recall the visualization content he had been exposed to in reality, but also actively participated in the tasks of the office, looking for opportunities to make contributions in exchange for the first visualization map.
In the brightly lit Yue Po Office, everyone is busy.
As one of the largest large offices in Toho City, Yue Po Office receives a large number of ghost hunting missions every day.
This also resulted in a large number of field staff throughout the firm.
There are also many internal staff.
Xue Chan's current identity was originally a young master of a powerful family who was in decline. Now, although there is still a real estate in the Sky Tree, there is no property belonging to the family. In the near future, if he cannot afford to pay the high annual real estate If he pays taxes, then the property will also be repossessed, and he will be forced to move out of the safety of the sky tree and return to the surface, facing the strange things that may knock on the door at any time.
Of course, this identity was specially arranged for him by Ke Xiaoliang.
The purpose is to give the blood cicada enough time to develop without sacrificing his fighting spirit and obliterating his own ideas because of his good family background.
In order to be a good tool man, Ke Xiaoliang has good intentions.
Suddenly the whole building was covered in red lights.
The sharp alarm almost pierced everyone's eardrums, waking people up from what they were doing.
"Everyone pay attention and get dressed immediately. A-level targets have appeared! A-level targets have appeared and are moving rapidly in this direction at a speed of about one hundred kilometers per hour. The radiation radius is estimated to be twenty kilometers. Traffic has already Jam. Estimated arrival at the building in two minutes!" Amidst the piercing sirens, the entire building belonging to Yue Po fell into silence for a second.
Grade A!
A nightmare that no one has ever escaped so far.
In the huge light curtain, someone is operating the satellite and adjusting the patterns.
In the displayed picture, a huge red vortex was seen, moving towards the area where the Yue Po Office building was located, erasing and burning everything on the ground.
"It's the heat maker!"
"According to legend, it is an A-level weird thing composed of a large number of innocent souls who died due to the explosion of the nuclear power plant. In addition to sensing breathing, it can mobilize the instinct to kill according to the rules of death, and it can also set off a huge heat storm. Everyone enveloped in it will endure. Even those who are best at holding their breath cannot hold on for long without taking a big breath. In addition, in the core of the thermal energy storm, high temperature is also a powerful means of killing living things." The corresponding words immediately appeared in Xue Chan's mind Weird message.
In the office, many people have begun to explain the funeral arrangements skillfully.
At the same time, all kinds of equipment are also worn.
Some small devices that cause severe damage to organs but can provide internal respiratory circulation in a short time are quickly swallowed by some people.
And a few people who have undergone comprehensive mechanical transformation are applying high-temperature and high-heat-resistant coatings on their body surfaces.
Although faced with Class A, there has been no confirmed survival precedent.
But people still didn't give up the struggle.
"When will the ghost-killing team come?" A strong man with a big beard looked calmly into the communicator, but actually asked frantically.
"There will be no support... I repeat, there will be no support!"
"Colleagues... let's meet again in the next life!" said a heavy voice on the other end of the communication.
Inside the building, there was dead silence again.
Of course, without support, even the ghost-killing team would only dare to deal with Class B at most.
A-level weirdness is still unsolvable.
No one asked anymore why the evacuation notice was given in advance before the heat-maker approached.
This is an unspoken rule.
Every time A-level is dispatched, something must be 'harvested'. It will take away a large number of 'prey'. If it refuses to sacrifice, then A-level's anger will sweep across a larger area.
Therefore, the selected region can only accept its fate.
In the eyes of outsiders, they have been sacrificed to God!
"Everyone! We are fighting Him. If we are defeated in the end, then we will risk our lives and eat Him!"
"Everyone... See you in the next life!" A team leader from Yue Po Office said while standing on the table.
He had put on an internal breathing mask.
Two long, tentacle-like tubes inserted directly into his lungs.
Simple oxygen bottles and masks will not work.
Because the rules of death are based on rules, not a method like the spread of poisonous gas.
As long as the concept of active external breathing exists in fact, it may be entangled by the rules of death.
I haven’t waited for the people at Yuepo Office to make more preparations.
A sudden heat storm enveloped the entire building.
The building dissolved in the violent heat.
One after another, people holding ghost weapons rushed towards the core of the thermal energy storm, and then were melted.
The blood cicada was wearing an insulating suit and jumping among the melting ruins.
The internal circulation oxygen-generating machine stuck between his heart and lungs made his chest feel tight.
Every step was difficult, with a huge feeling of blockage and friction, which was extremely uncomfortable.
But Xue Chan regarded it as ordinary.
He did not give up hope of survival.
Even such death is not really fatal to him.
Time... what he wants is time!
There aren't enough plot points and he can't afford to waste time.
