Devil Seeds

The ghost king sect monk lowered his head, his eyes flickered with a strange light, and then his smile gradually widened.

"As soon as I turned around, I saw... I saw... There are a lot of idiots... Hahaha, there are a lot of... Idiots! They are listening to my story here! A waste of time!"

"Hahaha... what are you worried about? Could it be that you are afraid of death?" After the ghost king sect monk finished speaking, he quickly broke free from the control of the Ji Dao sect cultivator, then slid into the crowd in twos and covered with phantom light, disappearing into the crowd.

"Bastard! Damn ghost king sect cultivator, he is provoking, he is provoking a war!" Many monks were furious, and many of them cursed directly, vowing to go to ghost king sect to practice in actual combat.

Suddenly, there was a clever ghost in the crowd, who sent out torture and questioning from the soul.

"I think...he might not belong to the Ghost King Sect!"

"Could it be someone deliberately pretending to be the Ghost King Sect? I'm not cheating! It's just that the monks of the Ghost King Sect shouldn't make a special trip to come back anyway, report to us!"

Another monk retorted subconsciously: "Who would be so boring...."

"Ten Demon Sects!"

"It must be these sons of the Ten Demon Sect!"

"The monk from the Ghost King Sect just now must have been pretended by a son of the Ten Demon Sect."

"Ten Demon Sects, this is a cancer in the practice world, a shit-stirring stick in the practice world. Sooner or later, the Ten Demon Sects will be eradicated!" The monks began to yell at the Ten Demon Sects.

At this time, the originally tense and dignified atmosphere was dissolved invisibly.

All the negative emotions rushed towards the Ten Demon Sect, who were blamed for no reason.

At the same time, a large number of people chose to agree, and then rushed into the new world.

Among the crowd, the hidden ghost king sect cultivator had a sinister smile on his face.

He is indeed a monk of the Ghost King Sect... but it can be said that he is not quite.

"It turned out to be an unlucky guy who was taken away by the ghost of his life! In the weird world of high technology, he lost his mind, and was taken by the ghost of his life to take the opportunity to seize the heart and spiritual platform, and devoured his soul?" Ke Xiaoliang saw through the truth of the so-called ghost king sect monk at a glance.

Just now, he did receive feedback from a group of ghost king sect monks that their souls died in the gourd realm.

But Ke Xiaoliang didn't care at all.

With the development of the Huzhong Realm to this day, proper real death will not cause the monks to form a resistance reaction to the other world.

Although Ke Xiaoliang always compares monks to players, they are not players after all. Although they won't 'indulge' in another world just because they are simply interesting, Ke Xiaoliang needs to give them certain benefits. But the monks will not give up their interests and explore different worlds because of the real danger.

After all, how can there be immortality in practice? Die early in order to live forever... Is there any problem with this?

If you want to get an adventure, how can you not pay the price?

Master Yingzhu is a casual cultivator.

But when he voted, he didn't choose the weird world of Gaoke.

Because of his extraordinary talent, he has the rumored physique of penetrating the secluded, and can travel freely between the yin and yang realms.

Over the years, he has bribed the judges of the underworld in various ways, and has already changed the lifespan in the book of life and death. If there is no accident, his lifespan will exceed 300 years.

When the year comes, he will cross the life calamity by himself, while the death calamity will be handled secretly by acquaintances in the underworld, sending a few unskilled raw melon eggs to die.

Although this kind of behavior is rare in the practice world, it is not without precedent.

Just like that Peng Yusheng who lived for 800 years, if there is no acquaintance in the underworld to help guide him in his 800 years of life, how can he find the book of life and death so easily, and then hide his name?

Having said that, when the new world really opened, Master Yingzhu rushed into the new world in the first wave.

The huge TV wall, flashing snowflakes all the time, broadcasting false and meaningless news. The serious nonsense of those experts is simply disgusting.

The sound of water coming from the kitchen was as creepy as ever.

The otaku next door was playing a small movie, and the deliberately amplified sound effect covered up the crying of the otaku hiding under the quilt. He made his sister into a doll, hugged her in his arms, cared and comforted her carefully.

The twenty-eighth day of living alone.

The last egg eaten in the morning has been fully digested in the stomach.

You feel like you are going to die, even if you are not scared to death, and you are not attracted to a strange death because of some 'factor'.

And starve to death in bed.

Ying Zhu looked at the lines of bloody characters floating on the roof and ceiling, and fell into deep thought.

"Is this... a system prompt?" Daoist Yingzhu was taken aback at first.

Then click on the personal panel.

There is no data or content change on the panel.

"No...is this a reaction from the world itself?" Ying Zhu lay on the bed without moving.

He felt hungry, and felt the cold air, and kept wandering around.

He tried to grope under the covers.

Soon he held something thick and hard...it was a high-intensity flashlight.

There is also a strange card.

Taking out the card, Yingzhu couldn't understand the words on it.

This time the system panel responded.

"Should I spend 500 plot points in exchange for a general knowledge of the characters of the Chrysanthemum Sword?"

Yingzhu didn't click to confirm right away.

"The Chrysanthemum Sword Country... So, in this world, there is more than one country, and there is more than one civilization. This should be a multi-country, multi-civilization complex world?" Yingzhu is also a veteran of other worlds. Although he has not been particularly good at mixing, he has a lot of related vocabulary.

After confirming the exchange, the words on the card were automatically translated into words he knew before Yingzhu's eyes.

"Coping with female weirdness, how to get away quickly through idiot behavior."

Master Yingzhu scratched his itchy inner thigh, feeling as if he was holding something extraordinary.

With the other hand, he scratched very intimately on the inside of his left thigh.

Ying Zhu looked at his left hand holding the card and fell into deep thought.

"Don't panic when you encounter something, draw an exorcism talisman first, and try to see if the cultivation method is useful in this world." Yingzhu quickly bit her index finger, and then drew an exorcism talisman on the white quilt.

With no real energy, let alone magic power, he can only pray that the young man he is now incarnate is a young chicken.

In the case of Yuanyang not leaking, the exorcism talisman drawn with the boy's blood still has a certain effect.

A blood-red light flashed, and the exorcism charm started to work.

There was a sharp howling sound from the bed.

It seems that something is fading.

On the ceiling above the head, a new change took place in the bloody text.

You used unknown thaumaturgy.

Through extraordinary means, a crisis was overcome.

But you are also being watched by more powerful beings, who are starting to wonder where your power comes from.

In three minutes, the train bound for the fog will crash into your house and take you away.

Now you are faced with a choice.

Choice 1: Escape from the bed, then run out of the house, wander the streets at night, face two murderers and three cannibals, and start a bloody duel with them.

Option 2: Cover your head with a quilt, pretend nothing happened, and don’t know anything until you are picked up by the train bound for the gray mist.

Option 3: Take out your mobile phone, swipe your circle of friends, and post a post, preferably taking a photo with Wei Wei.