The System Exploded And I Became The System

Fengjue South Road.

Like other streets throughout the city, it was cold and lonely.

At the end of the street, a Japanese man with a samurai sword on his waist looked at the mission light screen in front of him and walked extremely cautiously.

His mission was to help Mr. Matsushita go to the supermarket to buy a box of condoms.

I thought this was an ordinary task.

But the moment he met Mr. Matsushita, the Japanese knew that he was wrong, very wrong.

That old Mr. Matsushita exuded an extremely strong smell of corpse, and there were large death spots on his face and neck!

This all shows that the other party is not a human at all!

Until now, I finally realized it.

In this city, the so-called people are most likely not people!

Fortunately, he had already received money from Mr. Matsushita to buy things in the supermarket.

Now, as long as he goes to the supermarket, buys things back, and delivers them to Mr. Matsushita, his mission is completed.

This man didn't know.

His efficiency is far beyond that of many people in his country.

And naturally, he is also the person who attracts the most attention from the Japanese people.

"Jingxia-kun is indeed our Japanese soldier. Looking at the situation, I, the Japanese, are the first among everyone to complete the mission."

"Of course, representatives from many countries have already died. Unlike us, not only no one has died, but some have almost completed their mission!"

"The one who completes the task first should also be rewarded, right?"

People in the live broadcast room here are enjoying themselves collectively.

In the dark street, Ishita-kun suddenly stopped.

The audience was slightly silent.

I saw.

In front of Mr. Jingxia, an old man slowly walked out of the darkness.

This old man was wearing old cloth clothes and his severe hunchback made it difficult to see his face for a while.

As if he had discovered Mr. Jingxia, the old man stopped and raised his head slightly.

What a face that is.

Stiff, like cracked wood, dead and lifeless.

The animal-like yellow pupils rested on the body of the well, and the old man said hoarsely: "Young man, do you know where Lin Ji's coffin is laid?"

This sound came out in the quiet street.

The Japanese frowned at the guy in front of him. His only question now was, is the guy in front of him a human?

"Lin Ji Coffin Shop, do you know?" The old man's voice was like the friction between two noisy pieces of tree bark.

"Over there." Not wanting to have too much contact with the other party, Inoshita-kun casually pointed in the direction.

The old man nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Watching the other party go away, Mr. Inoshita breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief.

After looking at the distance, he continued walking towards the supermarket.

Under the influence of the old man just now, his speed increased a lot this time.

But just when Mr. Jingxia and the audience in the live broadcast room all thought that the story about the old man had ended.

Ahead of the road, in the darkness, an old man walking slowly appeared.

It was the old man who just asked for directions!

"Young man, do you know how to get to Lin Ji's Coffin Shop?"

The old man's voice appeared in his ears.

Mr. Jingxia's brain was shocked!

He had some knowledge about the devil's live broadcast room, but under the current situation, he only had three words in his mind.

‘The ghost asks for directions! ’

…

…

In a quiet urban area.

Jiang Ye was not slow on his way.

On the road, occasionally one or two buses pass by.

There was no other sound.

Looking at some buildings nearby, Jiang Ye also saw line-by-line introductions to the decryption mode.

‘Wang’s Meat Factory supplies meat to the entire city. ’

…

‘Ghost Town No. 1 Middle School, I hope the host will not appear in it one day. ’

…

‘Taian Bus is an important part of the entire city’s transportation and a good force. ’

…

It wasn't until walking on the street that Jiang Ye truly realized the horror of this world!

Like the painter he just met, he should be a working-class person with only a small property in this city.

There are many things more terrifying than him!

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye became more cautious.

After more than half an hour.

Jiang Ye looked at the route map in the light curtain.

"Fengjue South Road, Xingfu Community, is right here."

After looking around, Jiang Ye walked away.

He didn't know that the tens of millions of people guarding his live broadcast room were already frantically posting barrages.

"Don't go! There are ghosts asking for directions on this road, and many people have died on this road!"

"Quickly leave Jiang Ye, another one of our compatriots from the Dragon Kingdom has died here, you can't die again!"

"Damn it, why can't we just watch and the devil's live broadcast room can't let us tell our people the news?"

Everyone was furious.

Why should Jiang Ye be given such a task?

When you come to this road, you have to face that ghost. So far, no one has been able to leave safely after seeing him!

Jiang Ye didn't know about the crazy roaring Chinese people in the original world.

Based on the information, it didn't take long for him to determine the location of Xingfu Community.

This is also the time.

In the darkness, an old man wearing old cloth slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Young man, do you know how to get to Lin Ji's Coffin Shop?"

The old man's twilight voice reached Jiang Ye's ears.

Looking at the guy in front of him who was obviously not a human being, a line of words appeared on the decryption mode light screen in front of Jiang Ye.

'The Asking Ghost, he likes to ask for directions. No matter if you point to the right way or not, as long as you answer him, he will kill you. ’

Is there such a ghost?

Jiang Ye looked at this guy, ignored him, and walked straight to the community not far away.

but.

In a flash, the old man appeared in front of Jiang Ye again.

"Young man, do you know how to get to Lin Ji's Coffin Shop?"

The words were repeated, this time with an inexplicable depth.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably have told him the answer unconsciously.

But Jiang Ye still ignored him.

He staggered away from the old man's side and planned to leave directly.

But at this moment, Jiang Ye felt his arm being grabbed by a dry claw: "Young man, do you know how to get to Lin Ji's Coffin Shop?"

"It's over, Brother Jiang really has nothing to lose this time."

"This ghost has already killed seven people. Is Jiang Ye going to be the eighth?!"

The audience raised their hearts one after another, vaguely, as if they were looking forward to something.

Whether it was the scene of escaping from the hotel or the situation of breaking away from the painter, it was a miracle for them.

Will there be another miracle in the situation before us? Can Jiang Ye escape again?

Escape? Will Jiang Ye escape?

Looking at the old man's withered hand grabbing his arm, Jiang Ye finally spoke calmly: "Let go, or I will twist off your head and smash it to pieces."

The indifferent tone made people almost miss the meaning of his words.

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, with a cold smile on his stiff face.

This human made him a little interested.

"Don't believe me?" Jiang Ye smiled: "I keep my word."