Thriller: Play as Gojo Satoru and obtain the Ghost Corps

The three of them were slumped on the sofa, their arms were sore, and they were a little unable to move. After hearing Lin Bei's words, the three of them struggled to get up.

Huzi: "Ah~~hiss~~it hurts~~"

The three Huzi endured the pain in their bodies and forced themselves to stand up.

Seeing the three little guys in front of him with their faces twisted in pain, Lin Bei couldn't help but grinned. ●●.

gloating~

"Torako, Megumi, and Qiangwei, the teacher is going to give you some good things today, you can choose them yourself."

As Lin Bei snapped his fingers, five groups of black shadows immediately flew behind Lin Bei from a distance, and then the ninjas of the Ghost Army began to emerge from the black shadows.

Wearing black night clothes and scarlet eyes, they knelt on one knee, each holding an extraordinary relic in both hands.

Huzi and the others were already used to facing the weird-looking ghost army ninjas.

And because of Dahei and Xiaohei's superb cooking skills, Huzi and the three of them seemed very friendly and lively every time they met the ninjas of the Ghost Army.

Although they experienced the pain of destroying the village, the happy time spent in Linbei made the three of them feel very happy.

Perhaps, without Lin Bei, would these three little guys have gone dark?

The three tigers looked extremely excited when they looked at the extraordinary relic held in the hands of the ninjas of the Ghost Army.

Lin Bei explained the functions and power of these three extraordinary relics to Huzi and the others.

Later, Huzi chose the extraordinary skull relic left by the tattooed muscular man No. 1.

Megumin chose the black feather left by the black-winged birdman and the pig ears from the pig-headed butcher.

The last rose chose the bloody scissors left by the slit girl and the transparent gloves left by the human skin kite.

Next, Lin Bei helped Huzi and the others hang the extraordinary relics on their bodies.

The next moment, a situation occurred that confused Lin Bei.

The three people who got the extraordinary relics became lively in an instant.

Lin Bei looked at the three people resurrected with full blood in front of him, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

The extraordinary relics gave the three of them an increased physique, which directly offset the aches and pains on their bodies.

How could I have ignored this matter?

Lin Bei said, "Sorry, I was careless!"

The three tigers, who had regained their health, started to devour the food on the table.

They were so sore just now that they had no appetite for food.

So after they recovered from the physical pain, they immediately started eating.

Keli and Lin Bei, who had just devoured it, made the three of them ravenous.

After finishing their meal, Huzi and the other three immediately started the Ak47 gun training.

It's true - the scar is healed and the pain is forgotten.

Suddenly, there was a Syrian-style roar in the backyard of the factory.

Huzi: "Let's see! Let's watch the meteor shower together! Peanut buffet!"

Keli: "Take Keli's move! Big Pineapple Slam!"

"Da da da da!! Da da da! Boom boom boom!!"

Looking at Huzi and the others training diligently in the backyard of the factory, Lin Bei suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn't laugh or cry.

However, Lin Bei, who has a big family and a big business, doesn't care about Hu Zi and the others' consumption.

After receiving the blessing of extraordinary relics, Huzi and the others were less likely to be injured.

In this way, Lin Bei can handle his own affairs with more confidence.

If Lin Bei wants to become stronger now, the quickest, most convenient and fundamental way is to improve Gojo Satoru's performance.

Because the system provides performance index and reward items for hunting monsters, the most efficient way for Lin Bei to improve his performance is to find monsters to hunt and conquer.

Therefore, Lin Bei has now started looking for weird actions.

Because the information transmission in this world is far less rapid and easy to spread than in the information age on earth.

Therefore, Lin Bei could only look for strange traces by collecting some publications.

The fresher the better, because strange events that are too old may have been solved by the exorcist organization.

Lin Bei looked at the piles of newspapers around him and began to search for events that might be related to weirdness.

It wasn't just Lin Bei who was checking the newspaper. Behind Lin Bei, there were countless ghost army ninjas, searching for strange traces with Lin Bei.

"Huh? Someone witnessed a weird watermelon stall outside the suburbs of Liucheng? A weird vendor with a watermelon head..."

Lin Bei looked at the fresh date in the newspaper and subconsciously raised his small-framed sunglasses.

This watermelon stand and the watermelon weirdo sound like something interesting, right?

As the sun sets over the Western Mountains, the sunset fills the entire sky.

The dim sunlight fell on the countryside, turning the leaves and grass into golden yellow.

There is an abandoned field on the desolate countryside.

It is said that in this wasteland, there once lived an old man who specialized in growing watermelons here.

Whenever people pass by here, they will see a figure wearing a straw hat, a blue short-sleeved shirt, and black shorts, holding a pitchfork, busy in the melon fields from morning to night.

The old man has a watermelon stall, which is specially used to sell his own watermelons.

Some of the older generation in Liucheng once bought watermelons here.

According to their memories, although the old man was skinny and tanned, the watermelons he grew were extremely sweet.

Every time they passed by here, they would buy a big watermelon to quench their thirst.

Although the old man sold watermelons, he never talked much to others. He was withdrawn and taciturn.

The old man planted his own watermelons day after day, and pedestrians came here to sell melons as usual every year.

However, I don’t know from which year, maybe ten years ago? Or twenty years ago?

They can’t remember clearly.

The old man who planted melons suddenly stopped planting melons.

Is it because the old man died?

The old man is not dead, he is still alive and well.

Is it because pedestrians don’t like to eat the melons planted by the old man?

No, after the watermelon stall disappeared, pedestrians passing by here would miss the old man’s watermelon stall and the sweet watermelons grown by the old man every time they passed by here.

Even so, the old man never sold watermelons here again.

As time passed, this melon field gradually became deserted and slowly covered with weeds.

The old man also disappeared in this wilderness, and no one has ever seen him again.

Maybe the melon-planting old man died of old age in this melon field? Or has he left the melon field?

No one knows where the melon-growing old man is.

And the melon-growing old man seems to have no family or children, and is all alone.

In this way, as time goes by, the figure of the melon-growing old man wearing a bamboo hat, a light blue short-sleeved shirt, and holding a pitchfork slowly disappears from people's memory.

Passers-by in this suburban area gradually no longer know that there used to be a melon shed selling watermelons and an old farmer who grew watermelons on this road.

On this suburban wasteland covered with weeds, there used to be a large melon field.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, a tall and white-haired young man, wearing small-framed black sunglasses, slowly walked on this small road in the suburbs.

On the weed-covered road, looking around, only Lin Bei was wandering around here.

Lin Bei has walked back and forth more than a dozen times here.

"I've been walking back and forth for the whole afternoon, why hasn't the watermelon freak come to sell me watermelons?"

Lin Bei muttered to himself while walking aimlessly on the road.

He has been walking here for almost the whole afternoon. Has the watermelon freak on the road been solved by the exorcist organization?

Or is it that the editor of this newspaper is also a headline party?

No! People in this world are generally simple and honest. How could there be such a disgusting group as the headline party?

Just when Lin Bei was at a loss, a hoarse shout came from the front of him.

"Selling, watermelons! Fresh and delicious big watermelons!"