Devouring Myriad Ghosts System

Li Daochong let out a muffled snort, and a dark energy rushed into his body, his chest was stuffy and his head was dizzy.

"Scum, if you don't want to die, stay away from Qiao Ximo, otherwise, your end will be worse than your father's. Oh, by the way, I think that Kanu girl is quite juicy, which suits my young master's appetite quite well. Opportunities must be savored." Zhan Honglie helped Li Daochong lowered his head and put his mouth next to his ear and said in a low voice, his tone full of disdain.

"You..." Li Daochong had just uttered a word, and another dark energy surged, his chest was tight and he was short of breath, unable to speak.

"Like your father, you have to sneak when it's time, after all, if you leave the green hills, you won't have to worry about firewood, dead scum." Zhan Honglie mocked.

Li Daochong endured the pain, looked straight at Zhan Honglie, expressionless and did not speak.

"I'll give you a week to announce the dissolution of the engagement with Qiao Ximo. At that time, I will give you five hundred thousand federal currency as a favor fee. If I don't hear about it within a week, don't blame me for being rude to you." Zhan Honglie said coldly Said.

After speaking, Zhan Honglie pushed Li Daochong away, snorted coldly, turned and left.

Li Daochong staggered a few steps, his left arm was hanging and he couldn't move, his back was already soaked in sweat.

Is this the sixth level of Qi Refining?

Sure enough, they are not at the same level, the gap is too big, and now I and Zhan Honglie are real opponents, and I have no strength to resist at all.

Is it a week?

The corners of Li Daochong's lips rose slightly.

Maybe enough.

Li Daochong dragged his dislocated arm out of the school gate, and found a random small hospital to pick it up, but the dislocated arm was always a little sensitive, not as flexible as before.

Li Daochong immediately realized that Zhan Honglie had played a secret trick on him. He was afraid that the dislocation of his shoulder joint was not as simple as it seemed.

Li Daochong didn't have time to go to the big hospital to diagnose his injuries, so he went home first, took the bone cutting knife, and drove his old Lingfupo truck towards the underground city.

On the way, Li Daochong's expression remained frozen, and the throbbing pain from his shoulder joint became more and more intense every time, and it seemed that he might dislocate again at any time.

Going to the dungeon at this moment is basically a mechanical action for Li Daochong. Before that, he had planned to go to the dungeon this afternoon to see if he could find a way to buy low-level ghosts.

But after being intercepted by Zhan Honglie halfway and suffered a dark loss, Li Daochong found that the gap between them was much bigger than expected.

Even if you have a hot-blooded upgrader, the necessary condition for upgrading is to absorb ghosts, but where can you find so many ghosts? The soul power that needs to be absorbed will increase geometrically.

Li Daochong felt that he could not see hope, could not see the light, and his mood was extremely depressed.

A few days ago, maybe everything was going too smoothly, and I thought I could sit back and relax, but only when I met Zhan Honglie did I realize that the gap was not as big as usual.

If you can't even deal with a Zhan Honglie, you still want to investigate the matter of your father? Not to mention being the strongest monk, isn't this a daydream?

Li Daochong felt that he was ridiculous. He didn't pay attention to Zhan Honglie before. In fact, he could poke him to death with one finger.

Li Daochong was a little confused for a while, and he couldn't find his way. The pain from his shoulder joints constantly stimulated his pain nerves, and crushed the softness deep in his heart.

A Zhan Honglie is so difficult to deal with, not to mention those who framed his father, who can frame a Jindanqi monk, the strength can be imagined, and the gang of Federal Security Bureau guys who are suspicious all day long are also staring at him, They thought that they must know the inside story about Li Tianyang's escape.

But Li Daochong really didn't know anything.

One of the three forces is stronger than the other, and the other is more terrifying than the other. I am a mere idiot abandoned by my family, what do I use to fight against others?

Li Daochong felt a hungry dragon looking down at him, and that bloody mouth was opening little by little, about to swallow him.

There was a piercing and sharp whistle.

Li Dao rushed back to his senses, several spirit floats were speeding towards him, and they were about to collide with them, he slammed the joystick, instigated him, and avoided the danger.

Li Daochong broke out in a cold sweat from fright. He was dead when he bumped into him just now, and the pain in his shoulder became severe, so he had to land the Lingfu pickup and park it.

Huffing and wheezing.

Li Daochong gasped heavily, lying on his back on the seat and closing his eyes, he felt very tired due to nervousness.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Li Daochong found that he was no longer in the Lingfu car, but returned to the room where he used to spend countless nights typing on the keyboard to program codes.

A line of large characters rewritten with a marker pen on the facing wall was facing him.

‘People have to pursue and dream a bit in life, otherwise they are just a walking dung making machine. '

The line of words became tangible at this time, and there were bursts of ridicule.

"Quack, are you afraid of such a little difficulty? Don't you want to be the strongest monk? Forget it, don't be it, let's be a dung maker, at least you don't have to face difficulties."

"Quack, you are a walking dung making machine."

"No." Li Daochong roared, "I'm not."

Li Daochong opened his eyes suddenly, and he was still sitting in the seat of the Lingfu pickup truck, which was parked beside a moist rice field.

A red oil pig was snorting and eating weeds by the edge of the field.

puff! puff!

The chubby red oily pig pooped while eating, just in time to fertilize the rice fields.

Two Nongxiu came out of the rice field with a smile, and one of them said, "This one is fat and meaty, it can be slaughtered."

"Not bad, that's it." Another person nodded.

Two Nongxiu tied the head of the red oil pig with a rope and pulled it back.

The red oil pig groaned and wobbled and continued to eat, unaware that it was time to die. It lowered its head and continued to eat weeds, passing through the field and dropping some shit.

Nongxiu dragged the pig onto an agricultural spirit float in the farmland, and then there was a scream, and it quickly quieted down, and blood and blood came out from the other side.

Eat, drink, and sleep, and then be slaughtered.

Unexamined, not thinking about the way forward, not looking for the future, just waiting to be slaughtered.

The life of the manure making machine is over.

Li Daochong, who happened to see the whole slaughter process, was stunned. In an instant, his whole body suddenly became enlightened, his fists were clenched involuntarily, and a firmness that had never been seen before suddenly appeared in his cold eyes.

"I'm not a dung maker." Li Daochong roared.

Recalling that when I was learning programming, I didn’t know anything at the beginning, I was confused, hesitated, and even thought about giving up, but in the end, I had to make a mobile game I wanted most by virtue of my original dream. A handful of top programmers.

Nothing in the world is difficult for those who put their heart into it. Although the words are old, there are very few people who can do it.

"I wanted to be a programmer back then, but I got through it all. Now I have a hot-blooded upgrader, but I am still full of confusion about the future with such good conditions. What an idiot." Li Daochong cursed himself in his heart, and started the Lingfu pickup truck towards He galloped in the direction of the underground city.

At this moment, the Lingfu pickup truck was running more smoothly than ever.

Half an hour later, Li Dao rushed into the dungeon.

The streets of the dungeon were dark and damp, and all the pedestrians on the streets were wearing cloaks, unwilling to expose their true colors too much.

Although Li Daochong came here for the second time, he was still very unfamiliar with this place. He walked along the street for a certain distance before finding a place similar to a market.

There are many vendors gathered here, and a piece of oilcloth is randomly spread on both sides of the street, on which there are many strange items for sale, and some are carts.

From time to time someone yelled.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. If you miss this time, see you next year. There are three soul crystals. They are sold at a reserve price of one thousand federal coins."