"That's good……"

Everyone just felt like something was broken inside.

The other party turned out to be fine.

"Don't go too far. This is my home and my grandfather is still at home. If you wake him up, you will die miserably."

Something happened in the ghost town, he believed it.

He was confused.

Shen Jian spoke again.

It was as if he had experienced some kind of fierce fighting.

The little boy smiled sinisterly again.

You really came right out of your mouth.

He knocked on the door and said:

The little boy became angrier as he thought about it, and roared unwillingly.

(noble) crossed out.

Shen Jian's eyes flashed.

His scalp felt numb.

Shen Jian came back and gave serious instructions.

Unexpectedly, this person did not follow the routine.

Interest was piqued.

The same steps are approaching.

The cold resentment in him kept rising.

At this time.

Under the candlelight, the old man looked terrifying.

You bitch, your face doesn’t turn red when you lie, and your heart doesn’t beat.

His momentum faltered.

It means I really can't hear it.

His condition is no longer there.

Is this what you mean by staying the same?

Knock the little boy unconscious again with a stick.

Shen Jian did not choose to open the door.

The little boy looked sad and angry.

All this shows that some major changes have occurred in the ghost town.

Even ghosts lie.

Compared with the front yard, there are also vermilion coffins placed here, but instead of one, there are many coffins, displayed in rows in the room.

The players outside were trembling with fear.

However, when they noticed the seriousness and even excitement on Shen Jian's face, they fell silent again.

Just then.

He forcibly ended the previous topic and said in a deep voice: "The incense in front of you is my tribute, the coffin is my bed, this is my home, and you are rushing into my home to cause destruction?"

Three incense sticks burned together, and a long piece fell off the table.

This kind of care is something that ordinary dads cannot do.

Amidst the screams.

Shen Jian sat on a coffin and said condescendingly: "Now you can tell me, have you been to a ghost town?"

"Is there anyone inside? Is anyone there?"

But in the end.

Do you really think he is blind?

He stayed for a moment.

Pretending to be crazy.

Shen Jian walked in.

"Ahhhh."

The sky was dyed blood red.

He alone did not think of it.

"have no idea."

It may also be the only example.

This back view.

He also said that he was also a ghost.

Shen Jian was walking through the hall and stopped in front of the main room of the old house.

The little boy finally couldn't bear it anymore.

The smallest coffin can only hold a baby, then children, teenagers, young people, middle-aged people, old people...

The corners of his old, wrinkled mouth twitched.

He was furious.

The deaf-mute ghost was still boasting, but Shen Jian's eyes had become sharp.

"It wasn't me."

We have seen too many evil people in horror games.

Just like now...

So blatant, right?

This is obviously a pitiful expression that only humans can show.

Such an action made everyone feel very warm.

God damn ghosts cannot be killed. If they are hit to death by my ghost sword, even a fierce ghost will be dismembered.

What Fangyuan said is correct.

Shen Jian strode over.

"You kid, you are wrong. I had my heart replaced not long ago. People who meet me say that I have no conscience and no heart. Speaking of which, you just lack a heart. I don't just lack a heart. The heart is gone, but the lungs are missing."

"Uncle has never seen your heart."

Shen Jian raised his head.

What is the old man going to do when he sacrifices so many adults?

But it doesn't matter.

Deaf-mute ghost:......

You can be led by others, but you must not be dominated, because this often means becoming dangerous cannon fodder for others to test.

Faintly, they even had the urge to take out their hearts and fill the little boy's wounds.

Shen Jian walked over directly, picked up a coffin and left.

"Ahhhh."

And above the coffin, a large word "sacrifice" was affixed to the coffin.

"That ancestor of yours is the Ghost King? Where is he now?"

A faint sound echoed in the courtyard.

Under the bloody longevity clothes, corpse water continued to seep out of the blood holes.

"In that case, I won't pretend anymore. I'm showing my cards right. I am also a ghost, and ghosts cannot be killed."

Just when he was about to give Shen Jian a hard blow.

"Is it just you?"

There was no hesitation throughout the entire process.

Sacrifice, sacrifice, are these all sacrifices prepared for the river god?
To be continued...