Thriller: Play as Gojo Satoru and obtain the Ghost Corps

Purple air comes from the east, and the sun rises.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines on the earthen mounds and tombstones all over the mountains, creating a unique beauty.

Inside the wooden house.

After Lin Bei finished washing up, with the help of Dahei and Xiaohei, he put on his clean clothes again.

After he adjusted his hairstyle in front of the mirror, he put on standard small sunglasses.

Wearing small-frame sunglasses on his face, Lin Bei no longer loves it!

Oh, not bad, it's quite rhymed~

Outside the wooden house, Xiao Jiuer, who has a perfect figure and wears a red cheongsam, is teaching the ninjas of the Ghost Corps how to operate electronic equipment next to the cemetery.

Judging from this posture, it is estimated that they have been doing it all night.

The originally exquisite hairstyle on Xiao Jiuer's head has become a little frizzy.

Seeing Xiao Jiuer teaching seriously and the Ghost Corps learning humbly.

Lin Bei nodded affirmatively.

"Knowledge is power! As a young man of the 21st century on Earth, I have the obligation to teach you."

(Ding! The host's behavior is consistent with Gojo Satoru's behavior! Role-playing index +10!)

Then Lin Bei took out a piece of refreshing gum (strawberry flavor) from the system space.

Well~ This thing rewarded by the system is really effective. After chewing the refreshing gum for a while, Lin Bei can clearly feel that his head is much more comfortable.

In addition to the ability to play, Lin Bei's system also gives Lin Bei the ability to summon the Ghost Corps.

And Lin Bei can also check his role-playing progress and the situation of the Ghost Corps anytime and anywhere.

In addition to these two abilities, the system also has a system space.

You can temporarily store the system's reward items.

But once the reward items are taken out, they cannot be put back.

Just when Lin Bei was staring at the cemetery in a trance.

The mobile phone in his pocket started ringing at this moment.

Lin Bei quickly picked up the phone and answered the call: "Hello? Who is this?"

Phone: "Hello, is this Mr. Lin Bei?"

Lin Bei: "Yes, it's me."

Phone: "Ah, that, I heard that you need to contract an electronics factory recently, and you also need to rent machines. I happen to have a factory that needs OEM. Is it convenient for you now?"

When Lin Bei heard the voice on the other end, his eyes lit up slightly.

Good guy, I have been posting news for seven days, and someone finally called me today!

That's right, when Lin Bei gained the ability to summon 100,000 ghost troops, he had already started planning his billionaire plan!

Lin Bei tried to suppress his excitement and asked on the phone: "Then, how many people can your factory accommodate?"

Phone: "About, about 5,000 people!"

Lin Bei: "Okay, I think I can use it. I wonder if it's convenient for you now. If it's convenient, let's meet offline to discuss the specific details, procedures and agreements."

Phone: "Okay, I'm in the industrial park in the city now, at the intersection of No. 14. Remember to call me when you come."

Lin Bei: "Okay, thank you!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Bei happily turned in circles.

"Wuhu~~, Dahei and Xiaohei, I may become a rich man in the future~~"

"But don't worry, even if I become a rich man, I will let you two take care of me personally. How about it~~ Are you touched?"

Although it can only accommodate 5,000 people, Lin Bei thinks this is enough.

If 3,000 yuan is multiplied by 5,000 times, that is 15 million!

Xiao Hei Xiao Hei: "..."

(Ding! The host's behavior is consistent with Gojo Satoru's behavior! Role-playing index +10!)

When Lin Bei was enjoying himself, he suddenly saw the darts carried by the Ghost Corps Ninja.

Seeing this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then Lin Bei put the silver-white Desert Eagle in the hands of the Ghost Corps Ninja Xiao Hei.

"Xiao Hei, return to the shadow, and then come out again, and try whether the Desert Eagle will fall."

Lin Bei seemed to remember that in Jackie Chan's Adventures, the Ghost Corps could drag people into the shadow after subduing them.

And since the Ghost Corps can carry cross darts, can they also carry the pistol Desert Eagle on their bodies?

Do it as soon as you say it.

Xiao Hei, holding the Desert Eagle, slowly merged into the shadow like a dark slime, and the Desert Eagle in his hand disappeared with it.

Then, Xiao Hei appeared from the shadow again.

And in his hand, he still held the silver Desert Eagle.

Seeing this, Lin Bei's mouth almost stretched to his ears.

"Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha, wonderful! It's really wonderful!"

At this moment, Lin Bei's mind has already associated countless ways of fighting of the Ghost Shadow Corps.

"Ghost Shadow Corps, Xiao Jiuer, follow me! Today we will take down that electronics factory!"

Afterwards, Lin Bei packed up his things and began to prepare to walk towards the location reported on the phone.

This time he must take over the right to use this factory!

Otherwise, it would be a waste for these 100,000 Ghost Shadow Corps ninjas to be idle every day, right?

Idle is idle, so why not help me make some money.

After all, only when their boss Lin Bei is doing well, can they, the younger brothers, have soup to drink~~

It just so happened that the meeting location reported by the person on the other end of the phone was not far from Lin Bei's grandfather's wooden house, only about five or six kilometers away.

Linbei only needs to start from the wooden house and walk for about an hour to reach it.

Walking on the road, Lin Bei's thoughts were flowing.

Hey, it looks like it's time to buy an electric bike to ride, but when I learn the art of reversing and become "blue", I can teleport.

And in broad daylight, I didn’t dare to summon Dahei and Xiaohei from the Ghost Army. I could only move forward on my own feet. Oh, it’s so uncomfortable~

But Xiao Jiuer's ability is really useful. She can selectively prevent others from seeing her?

If I had this ability, wouldn't it be great for me?

. . . . . .

On a remote road in the industrial park.

The roads here are in disrepair and are located in remote areas.

The dark road that was originally covered with asphalt has become gray and cracked, and the sides of the road are even covered with dead leaves fallen from the trees.

The asphalt road is full of potholes and cracks.

Occasionally, there will be a few stubborn grass sticking out of the cracks in the middle of the road.

The landscape plants and poplar trees on both sides of the road also grew wildly because they had not been taken care of for a long time.

The shrubs that were supposed to be only waist-high have grown taller than a person without being pruned.

Landscape plants that should have been square in shape have grown into shapes like steel balls.

The poplar trees that have grown here for many years have developed extremely strong root systems, even breaking down the red bricks on both sides of the road.

Overall, the road looks like it has been abandoned for years.

Almost no people pass through here.

At this moment, a chubby little man wearing a yellow hat was wandering on the road holding a SLR camera.

Although Little Fatty has a round figure, it can be seen that his skin is very white and tender, and his hands are slender and without calluses.

And the clothes he wears are all from relatively luxurious brands.

Even if other things are not considered, the huge SLR camera he is holding is not within the reach of ordinary families.

The little boy was about 16 years old. Behind him, there was an old man in casual clothes with gray hair and beard.

Although the old man was wearing casual clothes, his hair was still meticulously combed.

Depending on the situation, the old man's identity should be something like a fat butler.

The white-haired old man looked at the fat man in the yellow hat in front of him, and begged: "Master, listen to me! Can we go home? How could anyone come to this corner of the barren mountains and mountains?"

After hearing what the white-haired old housekeeper said, the little fat man looked unhappy.

"Uncle Chen, I told you, I'm not here to find anyone! I'm here to find a human-skin kite! I actually saw a human-like kite flying here a few days ago. Why don't you believe it? ?”

"I must prove myself to you this time!"

The white-haired old housekeeper looked at the stubborn young master in front of him and couldn't help but feel a headache.

Children of this age are really difficult to deal with. After finishing this year, I am going to submit my resignation to my boss.

Otherwise, my old bones really can’t stand this kind of torture.

"Master, I believe you, can't you? We came here so early in the morning. Otherwise, why don't we go back and have a meal first?"

The white-haired old housekeeper was woken up by his young master as soon as he got up in the morning. Until now, neither of them had had a meal.

It's almost noon now.

After hearing the old housekeeper's words, the little fat man's stomach just happened to growl.

"Gu Gu~~Gu~"

Little Fatty touched his head and replied: "Okay then, let's go back and have a meal first while we continue to look for the human skin kite."

The white-haired old housekeeper couldn't help but shook his head after hearing his young master's answer.

Why would this kid find a human skin kite when he has nothing to do? How evil? So what if I find it?

And where in the world do human skin kites come from? In all my life, I have never encountered anything like this.

Anyway, the young master relented, and as a housekeeper, he had to go down the steps.

"Then let's go, Master?"

Before the white-haired butler finished speaking, he saw his chubby young master's expression suddenly change.

The white-haired old man showed helplessness on his face, this trick no longer worked on him.

The old housekeeper said to Xiao Pangdun again in a gentle tone: "Master, stop making trouble, let's go back to eat first."

However, at this moment, the little fat man was so frightened that he was speechless. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the extreme fear made his vocal cords lose control.

Have you ever experienced the feeling that you want to shout, but after opening your mouth, no sound comes out?

At this moment, Little Fatty was extremely frightened.

Behind the white-haired old butler, a terrifying figure wearing a black windbreaker, long hair, and a black fisherman's hat, holding steel scissors, with his mouth torn to the base of his ears, was smiling at him.

Her eyes were gray and without pupils, and viscous liquid flowed from her torn mouth.

It was an unknown liquid consisting of saliva mixed with plasma.

Her teeth are not the flat ones of ordinary people, but shark-like triangular sharp teeth, densely packed in layers in the mouth.

In her hand she held a pair of large scissors that were as long as an average human's arm. The scissors were covered with minced meat and hair.

Drops of fresh blood are still flowing from the scissors.

Seeing his young master's realistic expression, the white-haired old butler suddenly realized that something was wrong.

His young master would not joke with him like this when he was hungry!

So, his young master was not joking with him!

A gust of cold wind blew across the old butler's neck.

In an instant, cold sweat began to appear on the white-haired old butler's head.