Horror: Play as Gojo Satoru and get Ghost Shadow Corps

Limp on the sofa, arms sore, unable to move, the three of them struggled to get up after hearing Lin Bei's words.

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

Huzi and the others endured the soreness in their bodies and forcibly stood up.

Seeing the three little guys in front of him with distorted faces of pain, Lin Bei grinned involuntarily. ●●.

schadenfreude~

"Huzi, Huihui, and Qiangwei, the teacher is going to give you some good things today, you can pick 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 Shadow Legion began to emerge from the shadows.

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

Facing the ninjas of the Ghost Shadow Legion with strange appearances, Huzi and the others are already used to it.

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

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

Perhaps, without Lin Bei, would these three little guys have been blackened?

The three of Huzi looked extremely excited when they saw the extraordinary relic held in their hands by the ninjas of the Ghost Shadow Legion.

Lin Bei explained the function and power of these three extraordinary relics to Huzi and the three of them.

Afterwards, Huzi chose the extraordinary relic of the skull left by the No. [-] tattooed muscular man.

Huihui chose the black feather left by the Blackwing Birdman, and the pig's ear of the pig-headed butcher.

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

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

The next moment, a situation appeared that made Lin Bei look confused.

The three people who got the extraordinary relic suddenly became alive and kicking.

Lin Bei couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth as he looked at the three people resurrected with full blood in front of him.

The Extraordinary Relic gave them three increased physiques, which directly offset the soreness on their bodies.

How could I ignore this matter?

Lin Bei said, I'm so sorry, I was careless!
The three Huzi, who had regained their health, started to gobble up the food on the table.

They were sore just now, and they didn't even have much appetite to eat.

So after recovering from the soreness in their bodies, they immediately started cooking.

Ke Li and Lin Bei, who were devouring food just now, have devoured the three of them.

After eating, the three of Huzi immediately started the Ak47 gun training.

Really - well, the scar forgets the pain.

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

Huzi: "Look at the trick! Let's watch the meteor shower! Peanut buffet!"

Keli: "Take a trick from Keli! Big pineapple grand slam!"

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

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

But Lin Bei, who has a big family and a big business, doesn't care about Huzi's consumption.

With the blessing of the Extraordinary Relic, Huzi and the others were even less likely to be injured.

In this way, Lin Bei can go about his own business with more peace of mind.

Now that Lin Bei wants to become stronger, the quickest, most convenient and fundamental way is to increase Wujo Wu's acting speed.

Because of the system's mechanism of hunting monsters to give performance index and reward items, the most efficient way for Lin Bei to improve his performance now is to find monsters, hunt them down, and subdue them.

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

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

Therefore, Lin Bei can only look for weird traces by collecting some publications.

The fresher the better, because the 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 incidents that might be related to the weirdness.

It wasn't just Lin Bei who was checking the newspaper alone. Behind Lin Bei, there were countless ninjas from the Ghost Shadow Legion, who were searching for strange traces together with Lin Bei.

"Huh? Someone witnessed a weird watermelon stand 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 geek, sounds like something is going on?

The sun is setting in the west mountain, and the sunset glow is covering the whole sky.

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

On the desolate countryside, there is a deserted field.

It is said that in this wasteland, there used to be an old man who grew watermelons here.

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

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

Some older generations in Liucheng even bought watermelons here.

According to their memories, although the old man was thin and tanned, the watermelon he grew was extremely sweet.

Every time they pass by here, they will buy a big watermelon to quench their thirst.

Although the old man sells watermelons, he never talks too much to others. He is withdrawn and taciturn.

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

But, don't know from what year, maybe ten years ago?Or was it 20 years ago?

They can't remember.

The old man who grew melons suddenly stopped growing melons.

Could it be because the old man died?
The old man is not dead, he is still alive and well.

Could it be that pedestrians don't like to eat melons grown by the old man?
No, after the watermelon stand disappeared, passers-by would miss the old man's watermelon stand and the sweet watermelon grown by the old man every time they passed by.

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

As time went by, this melon field was slowly abandoned and gradually covered with weeds.

The old man also disappeared into the wilderness, and no one saw him again.

Maybe the old melon grower died of old age in this melon field?Or did he leave this melon field?
No one knows the whereabouts of the old man who planted melons.

And the old man who grows melons does not seem to have any family members or children, and is alone.

In this way, with the passage of time, the figure of the old melon planter wearing a bamboo hat, wearing a light blue short-sleeved money, and holding a pitchfork has slowly disappeared from people's memory.

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

On the wasteland covered with weeds in this suburb, there used to be a huge melon field.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, a tall and straight young man with white hair, wearing black sunglasses with small frames, walked slowly on this small road in the suburbs.

On the grassy road, as far as the eye can see, only Lin Bei is wandering here alone.

Lin Bei is here and has walked back and forth more than ten times.

"I've been wandering back and forth all afternoon, why hasn't the watermelon monster come to sell me melons yet?"

Lin Bei mumbled to himself while walking blindly on the road.

He has been strolling here for almost an afternoon. Could it be that the watermelon monster on the road has been dealt with by the exorcist organization?
Or is the editor of this newspaper also a headline party?

No!People in this world are generally relatively simple, how can there be such a stinking group like the headline party?

Just when Lin Beibai couldn't tear his sister apart, a hoarse cry came from in front of him.

"Sell, watermelon! Sweet and delicious big watermelon!"