Thriller: Play as Gojo Satoru and obtain the Ghost Corps

This watermelon-headed guy who sells watermelons is too cooperative with him.

The lines he said almost hit the spot that Lin Bei expected.

Every word hit Lin Bei's funny spot.

In such a situation, Lin Bei suddenly felt that this weird guy with a watermelon head was actually a little silly and cute.

The watermelon-headed guy looked at the young man in front of him who was almost two heads taller than him, tightly grasped the pitchfork in his hand, and put on a posture ready to fight at any time.

The weird intuition of the watermelon head told him that the man in front of him was very dangerous!

After trying hard to hold back his laughter, Lin Bei looked at the extremely vigilant weird in front of him, and said to him with a smile: "Otherwise, you go to my factory to grow watermelons? I will provide you with the site and channels."

The weird watermelon head responded with a vigilant face: "No, why should I go to grow watermelons near your factory? I'm staying here well?"

Lin Bei looked at the big watermelon on the ground, which was round, red, and dripping with juice.

Sighing, "Hey, Watermelon Head, I'm not talking to you about conditions, but asking you to make a choice."

"Choose to submit to me, or, choose, to die."

Lin Bei's voice was not loud.

But at this moment, the momentum around Lin Bei reached an unprecedented height in an instant, and the strong pressure even made the Watermelon Head Monster breathless.

Lin Bei did not forget the purpose of coming here. The system will only reward when he kills or subdues the monster.

And it must be a pure monster other than the exorcist.

The black-winged birdman that Lin Bei killed before, and the number one big man, did not let Lin Bei get any system rewards.

Lin Bei didn't know the specific reason.

Maybe, this is the buttocks of the system-the system's regulations.

If killing an exorcist can also increase the system reward and role-playing index.

Then Lin Bei estimated that he might really do the act of hunting exorcists.

But since there is no reward for killing exorcists, Lin Bei will not specifically hunt exorcists.

Therefore, in order to obtain the system reward, this watermelon-selling weirdo has only two options today!

Death, or surrender to Lin Bei.

The watermelon-headed weirdo felt the pressure from Lin Bei, and couldn't help but tremble with fear.

He was just a barely F-level weirdo, and his strength was not frontal combat.

Just when the watermelon-headed weirdo was about to fight desperately, the scene in front of him frightened him so much that he couldn't move.

I saw that with a snap of Lin Bei's fingers.

Hundreds of black shadows emerged from the wasteland of the entire suburbs.

In the shadows of weeds, stones, watermelon sheds, Lin Bei's shadows, and even the shadows of the watermelon-headed weirdo himself, black shadows were constantly emerging.

At this moment, almost the entire suburban wilderness was covered by black shadows.

Then, a large number of ghost army ninjas began to emerge from the shadows.

Wearing a black nightgown, with his mouth and nose covered by a black cloth, only a pair of scarlet eyes without pupils were exposed.

The densely packed Ghost Shadow Legion Ninjas surrounded the entire wilderness, including this small melon shed.

The most important thing is that each of these Ghost Elf Legion Ninjas holds an AK47 automatic rifle about one meter long.

These black muzzles are all aimed at the round watermelon head of the watermelon head monster.

The watermelon head monster looked around, and in the entire wilderness, as far as the eye could see, there were all these Ghost Shadow Legion Ninjas wearing black clothes and holding Ak47s.

The scarlet eyes without pupils were densely packed in the wilderness, and there was no end in sight.

The watermelon head monster looked at the smiling white-haired young man in front of him, and then looked at the Ghost Shadow Legion Ninjas holding Ak47s all over the mountains and plains.

Strands of light red watermelon juice flowed out from the big head of the watermelon head monster, almost forming a stream of water, slowly dripping to the ground.

All this in front of him gave the watermelon head a great sense of oppression. Who would not be confused when seeing this scene?

Facing this scene, the watermelon head monster didn't have watermelon juice flowing in his crotch, which was considered to be a strong mentality.

Lin Bei looked down at the watermelon monster in front of him and asked again: "Which path do you want to choose?"

At this moment, the trembling figure of the watermelon head monster was reflected in Lin Bei's small-framed sunglasses.

Facing such a terrifying scene, the watermelon head monster finally lowered his head decadently after struggling for a while.

"I, I choose to surrender, but before I surrender, can I tell you a story?"

Lin Bei looked at the watermelon head monster surrounded by people in front of him and nodded slowly.

In such a scene, the watermelon head monster had no possibility of resistance at all.

And this watermelon head monster actually has a story to tell? To be honest, this made Lin Bei quite interested.

"Okay, then let me hear your story●●."

As Lin Bei agreed, the watermelon-headed man made a muffled hoarse sound and began to tell a little story.

A long time ago, there was an orphan who was left behind in the war.

His parents, brothers, and relatives were all killed in the war.

As a young boy, he could only make a living by stealing and lived a wandering life.

But in an accident, he was lucky enough to save a pretty girl.

The girl's father took the orphan in to thank her.

The girl's family grew watermelons, and he was a grateful person.

Every day he would diligently help the girl's family work and look after the watermelon fields.

So, the next ten years were his happiest time.

Because the orphan and the little girl spent time together day and night, the girl and he gradually fell in love.

Fortunately, the girl's father also approved of the marriage.

When he was twenty years old, he ushered in the happiest time of his life.

He finally married the girl.

On the night of the wedding, he was drunk, but looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, he was so happy to the bone.

How many people can enter into marriage with the one they love? This is something they can't expect in their lifetime?

So, he was very happy, very happy.

In the first year after marriage, the two of them were very loving, and they were also very filial to their father. The family was together and happy.

In the second year after marriage, his wife died on the delivery table with her child due to dystocia.

In the third year after marriage, his father-in-law, who treated him like his own father, also died of illness.

He became a real star of destiny.

And the only thing left to him by his wife and father-in-law was this watermelon field.

From then on, he began to live alone in the melon field, accompanied by loess and melon seedlings all day long.

Not for anything else, just because it was the only property left to him by his father-in-law.

Just because the watermelons grown in this melon field were her favorite food when she was alive.

One year, two years, five years, ten years, twenty years, thirty years.

No matter how the sun and the moon flow, no matter how the stars move.

He went from youth to middle age, from middle age to old age, and from old age to a hunchbacked old man.

He stayed in the melon field for decades, silently planting watermelons.

People passing by this melon field occasionally came to buy watermelons from him.

And he also needed some money to buy some daily necessities.

Decades of experience in growing watermelons, plus his daily careful care and love.

The watermelons he grew were always particularly sweet and especially popular with passers-by.

However, one day, he suddenly found that the watermelons he grew began to lose their sweetness, and even began to become sour and astringent, making them difficult to eat.

This was more difficult for him, who had devoted almost his entire life to this melon field, to accept than anything else.

The bitter and inedible watermelons made him very distressed.

In order to grow sweet and delicious watermelons again, he couldn't sleep all night, and didn't want to eat or drink.

He even removed his own melon shed.

Such sour and bitter watermelons were difficult for him to eat, so how could he have the face to sell them to passers-by?

He studied hard and tried to find out why the watermelons became bitter.

However, until the end of his life, he had not grown watermelons as fresh and sweet as before.

However, everything he did was the same as before.

He used the same watermelon seeds, cultivated the watermelon with the same care, and weeded the watermelon on time.

However, the watermelons he planted were still so sour and bitter.

He did not understand the reason until his death.

He died with his eyes open.

Hearing this, Lin Bei's eyes shrank violently.

It was not because of the story of the watermelon-headed man.

It was because of what the watermelon-headed man said that the watermelons he planted suddenly became sour and bitter.