The Hero Kneels

Not far away, on the roof of a residential building.

Xue Fei turned around and asked: "Master Wuxiang, are you satisfied now?

Wearing a white monk robe, Master Wuxiang lowered his long eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Well, this person's strength is really extraordinary, he can even wipe out the ghosts formed by the player's roar. This kind of pure warrior is really rare in the world. Our doubts can be dispelled."

Xue Fei asked again: "What is that ghost thing that just appeared? Why have I never seen it before?"

Master Wuxiang explained; "These are the ghosts that players transform into after death. Strictly speaking, they are what we call monsters. They are different from ordinary ghosts in essence. After these players die, their souls will directly Transform into all kinds of monsters, they have special abilities, and their forms will change greatly, so they are all called monsters."

Xue Fei nodded, thoughtfully: "Are you a player again? The abilities of these players are too exaggerated. They are like monsters when they are alive, and even their souls can become monsters after death."

"Yes, this is one of the reasons why the superiors pay so much attention to that game. The existence of these players is too unstable, and there is evidence that the number of players is increasing recently."

Master Wuxiang turned and said: "According to the information we have, the player level in this ghost building is very low. He should have only experienced the game once or twice, and he is an old man. He likes to drink and collect wine jars very much. Because he has no confidence Reentering the game world to survive, so I chose to commit suicide.”

"After committing suicide, he turned into a ghost, and began to crazily massacre the residents he had grievances with before, and collected their eyeballs. Although the ghost itself has no combat power, it can rely on human eyes to hypnotize and make people hallucinate. This ability is no worse than those old ghosts who have existed for decades."

Xue Fei showed a look of surprise on her face: "The players are so terrifying? He has such powerful power just after death, Master Wuxiang, you asked Ye Dou to eradicate this evil ghost, aren't you afraid that he will be killed by the ghost? ?"

"Good, good, I'm afraid you don't know the skills of this benefactor Ye."

The old monk had a smile on his face: "Dianzhu Luo and the old monk both think that he is the masked ghost who is holding three legs and picking the head of the red hall master."

"What? That masked ghost messenger is him?" Xue Fei was dumbfounded.

In the ancient tomb of Jiangjun Mountain, she was hunted down by Xu Guishou because she was holding the third leg of the corpse king. Seeing that the other party was very clever, she threw the third leg to the other party with her own hands, thus diverting Xu Guishou's sight. to protect themselves.

Later, she heard that the ghost had amazing performance. She wanted to thank him, but she couldn't find him. She didn't expect that the other party was the legendary existence who dared to use three legs to pick the head of the red hall master.

This is really a talent!

"He doesn't want to talk about this matter, and we don't want to expose it. After all, everyone has a little secret. According to Lord Luo's intention, this mission was specially arranged to find out about him. After all, the underworld still needs to guard against player organizations. , and the intrusion of the Youjiao, now it seems that his martial arts are so pure, there is no possibility that there will be any problems..."

The old monk couldn't help but sighed: "My unfilial disciple finally did something good, and found a general for our Baiwuchang Temple. After all, it is not easy for him to resist the hypnotic effect of ghosts by himself. This mission has been accomplished, but it's a pity that he is a useless spiritual root..."

Xue Fei also nodded regretfully, understanding why the old monk sighed.

That's right, no matter how good the opponent's martial arts are, what can they do? Without spiritual roots, they can't become ghosts, and they can't cultivate spiritual power. It's a pity that such martial arts talents can only stop at the road of heaven and earth.

...

Underworld headquarters.

An eighteen-story hell building.

The hall of impermanence was deserted, only a few people stood in the hall.

Lord Luo changed into a purple lace dress, exposing his fair thighs and jade arms,

The red lips are bright and attractive, and the figure is still so domineering. She is definitely a queen-like S-rank stunner.

Such a woman is enough to make any man's hormones explode.

But thinking of the other party's 62-year-old age, enough to be his grandmother, Ye Dou instantly changed from a demon to a Buddha, and silently recited Amitabha in his heart.

"So, that ghost was solved perfectly?" Dianzhu Luo asked Ye Dou who was sitting opposite.

"Yes."

Ye Dou looked at the other party's pretty face, and calmly said: "That ghost can even confuse ghost messengers. Fortunately, I am full of blood and didn't get too much interference. After several fights, I tried my best to destroy it."

Dianzhu Luo nodded and did not make another sound.

Master Wuxiang snorted and was about to speak.

"Being able to eliminate that ghost really means that you are strong, right? But I already have a candidate for an inspector." Zhuang Yanqu immediately said.

He looked at Ye Dou with cold eyes and expressionless face, as if he was waiting for something.

Master Wuxiang wondered: "Oh, who dare to ask the candidate for this inspector?"

"It's my son Zhuang Mu."

Zhuang Yan smiled and said: "I discussed this proposal with Master Luo long ago. Zhuang Mu's qualifications and potential are higher than Ye Dou's. He is the best candidate to be an inspector. One is an ordinary person and the other is a genius in our underworld. ratio."

Ye Dou didn't speak.

Master Wuxiang couldn't speak for him, so he could only shake his head slightly.

He also knew that Zhuang Mu's qualifications and spiritual talent were indeed enough, and they exceeded the job requirements of an inspector. Even if Ye Dou completed the task, he couldn't compare with him. It seemed that Zhuang Yan wanted to appoint the inspector position.

Lord Luo frowned slightly, as if making a decision.

At this moment, Ye Dou took the initiative to speak: "As I said before, it doesn't matter if I am an inspector or not. Then it would be good for me to be a patrolman. The lower the salary, the lower it is."

Zhuang Yan frowned: "If you really want to be a patrol, it's easy to handle. I can let you choose a patrol site. Although you can't practice spiritual skills, you can barely be a patrol."

"Okay, then we'll make a deal." Ye Dou nodded slightly.

"Patrolling is responsible for liaising with patrolling work, which is equivalent to the work of investigators. It is not dangerous, so it is very suitable for ordinary people like you." A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth.

"Forget it, since Ye Dou chooses to be a patrol, let him do it. You go and get the map, and divide the patrol area to him now." Lord Luo ordered at this time.

Nodding solemnly, he immediately picked up a map in the hall and spread it out on the table in front of him.

"Ye Dou, choose a place yourself." Lord Luo stood up and said.

Ye Dou smiled, stretched his head to look, and saw a map of Youcheng on the table, with various red squares drawn on the map, and there were hardly any open spaces.

Zhuang Yan pointed to the map: "As long as there is no red box, you can choose, and other places are occupied by other people."

"I'll choose whichever place is least haunted by ghosts." Ye Dou smiled, very frankly.

To be honest, his goal of being a patrol is to become a civil servant, get a solid job, and work leisurely, have his own time to practice martial arts, and get the latest trends in supernatural events.

Regardless of salary, being a patrol is a choice that kills three birds with one stone.

Zhuang Yan nodded, pointed to the Xuanwu District in the north of the city, and said in a mocking tone: "Due to the thinness of the spiritual veins, the number of ghosts in this area is relatively small. You can choose this place, but the management area is relatively large. I'm afraid it's better to rely on your ability." not enough……"

"Then Maiqiao is here? If there are few ghosts, I will choose this place, and the place looks a bit small." Ye Dou looked at the place very close to his residence and asked.

Zhuang Yan nodded slightly, and pouted his lips: "Although there is no bursting point of spiritual veins here in Maiqiao, it is a pity that this place is at the junction of several spiritual veins, and the formation rate of ghosts is slightly high, which is not suitable for a waste like you."

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear, so that everyone at the scene could hear it clearly and clearly.

A vein on Ye Dou's forehead suddenly twitched, and he turned his face: "Hey, why are you repeating what you just said?"

Zhuang Yan didn't take it seriously, and repeated: "I said this place is very suitable for a waste like you."

"What the hell, you call me trash? Then come on, let's fight and see who is trash." Ye Dou stared at the other party, burning with anger.

"I'm afraid I'll really beat you to death, and we're going to be colleagues soon... Actually, we're not colleagues. It should be said, I'm your superior, and you're going to be my subordinate soon."

Zhuang Yan curled his lips with a smile on his face: "Young man, you have just entered the industry. If you speak and act too arrogantly, you will suffer a big loss. In front of the leader, you'd better lower your head and keep your voice down, otherwise it will affect your work. Yes, I am teaching you how to be a human being, do you understand?"

Are you my leader?

Also teach me to be a man?

come come come

Next, let me, my subordinate, use my fists to teach you how to be a leader, no, it should be to teach you how to be a ghost!

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