Horrible apocalypse, I have 11 trillion hell coins at the beginning

The attraction of 10,000 Immortal Coins is not insignificant, especially for the Killing-level weirdness, which is still a lot of money.

So when the smoker found Han Cheng falling out of his pocket with a stack of dark coins, his eyes straightened, of course, he was also very vigilant, observing Han Cheng to prevent this from being a trick on him.

However, as Han Cheng got farther and farther away from the Immortal Coin, his heart became happy.

It seems that this product really lost 10,000 dark coins, although it is hard to imagine that this human has so many dark coins, but obviously those dark coins are genuine.

The smoke ghost was extremely excited, and he appeared three meters away from the dark coins, half-crouched down, and stared at the pile of dark coins.

There is nothing unusual on the dark coin, and it should not have been tampered with. In fact, Han Cheng moved his hands and feet, and the smoker couldn't find it, and the dark coin with the bone spell was sandwiched in the middle, and it was difficult to be detected.

And...... The smoke ghost glanced at Han Cheng, at this moment, Han Cheng was already ten meters away from the Immortal Coin, even if he remembered the location of the Immortal Coin, it was impossible for him to return in the first time.

Therefore, the smoker can be sure that he has a great deal of confidence in getting this Stygian coin, and there is no danger.

Thinking of this, the smoker swallowed his saliva and suddenly took action, his body turned into mist, and swirled like a whirlpool to the edge of the Stygian coins, like the wind blowing the ground, and the stack of Stygian coins between the rolling mist had been caught by the Smoker.

"Hee-hee, this self-righteous stinky rat would never have thought of losing 10,000 coins. The smoker pressed his joy and floated back.

But at this moment, a figure broke through the fog and killed directly.

Han Cheng's whole body was black and roaring, holding up a mist-free space with a diameter of three meters around him, his body was like a gale, and he was five or six meters closer in the blink of an eye.

Yes, when there was no fog, Han Cheng's speed could come in an instant, and in the fog, he actually made a few circles before he pulled five or six meters.

This gave the smoker a chance to open his distance again, and his body stepped back, his expression was calm and free, as expected, even if this human had recorded the location of the underworld coin, he was tricking himself, but because of the fog, his movement was limited, and it was impossible to kill him at the first time.

Therefore, the smoker is very confident that he can avoid it, this ten thousand dark coins is considered for nothing, and of course he has to say a few words of ridicule to suppress the arrogance of this bastard and get back the face he lost before.

"Hehe, stinky rat, I accepted your dark coin, tell you in fact, I have long realized that you are setting up a trap, but there is no way to be in the fog without restrictions on my movements, just so rely.

The smoker sneered as he stopped because he noticed Han Cheng running in the other direction.

Even the direction is wrong, can you still catch the smoke ghost? The smoke ghost instantly settled, squinted his eyes slightly and continued.

"Hey, stupid, now you have what it takes to get these coins back, or I'll consume them. The smoker happily grabbed a dark coin, ignited it instantly, and the abundant yin qi turned into invisible energy that was inhaled by the smoker, and he let out a happy moan as he felt refreshed.

On the other side, Han Cheng stopped and responded to the smoke ghost's taunt.

"You said it, I have the ability to get the Stygian back. After speaking, Han Cheng turned sideways and looked sharply at the smoker on the other side of the fog.

This fierce momentum instantly made the smoker realize that the situation was wrong, the mouse seemed to be acting, and he knew exactly where he was.

No, it's because of the stack of

Dead Coins!Realizing the problem, the Smoker wanted to throw away the Dead Coins, but he was still a step too late, and suddenly six bone spurs sprang up on the ground, intertwined like canine teeth, forming a cage that trapped him.

"Now you can't run away, smoker. Han Cheng smiled wildly and walked slowly.

"Stupid, something like you with gaps on all sides can't hold me at all. The smoker sneered, and was about to turn into a mist to escape, when suddenly there was a thud on the ground, and the canine-like bone spurs rose one after another, trapping him in the inner and outer three layers.

Now the smoker began to panic, he couldn't escape, but he still shouted hard-mouthed.

"Hey, what if you lock me up? I can be reborn as long as there is a fog. "

Really, what if the fog disappears?" Han Cheng said with a smile in control.

"You, you can't do it, there are still a lot of people trapped in this fog, their fears... It won't disappear.... In the end, the smoker was not confident, he was already afraid of this man after being tricked by Han Cheng twice, this guy is very unusual, if it was him, maybe he could really do it.

"Then you just wait and see, just give me five minutes. Han Cheng raised his voice at this time and shouted to everyone in the mist: "Everyone, I am a deceitful god, and I am here to save everyone."

"Is that the god on TV?"

"If it's that guy, we'll be saved." The

sound of squirming in the fog sounded, everyone knows about the gods, and the official intentional propaganda is even more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Han Cheng also took advantage of the situation and continued.

"Don't be afraid, our weird response office has taken control of the first floor, and now we're cleaning up the weirdness on all other floors, and the crisis here will be resolved soon.

"And when will the fog lift?" someone asked.

"Soon, I promise. Han Cheng paused and hinted, "Don't you think the fog has faded a little now?"

In fact, it didn't fade at all, but these words were very similar to the famous saying.

If you believe,

you will come true. In fact, it is a kind of self-suggestion, suggesting that future generations will think about the good and seek a spiritual sustenance, thus generating expectations and hopes.

It's the same here, Han Cheng hinted like this, everyone felt that this fog was really lightened, after all, it was a tricky word, and people were an authority on weirdness, so he naturally had to believe it.

If you trust, you will no longer be afraid, hesitant, and uneasy, then without these emotions, the fog will fade, and you will verify Han Cheng's words again, so that you can believe that the fog is fading.

The effect was really good, and within half a minute of Han Cheng's words, the fog really slowly faded down, and everyone was extremely happy this time.

"I was finally able to escape. "

Ah Feng, where are you?"

people began to stir up, some looking for someone, and some anxious to leave.

But at this time, someone pondered that there was a problem, and suddenly shouted.

"Hey, isn't this the one who shot before? "

Many people have come back to the experience, and the comparison between the two is indeed the same person. For a while, everyone in the fog fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little inexplicably awkward.

Han Cheng frowned, this good person really doesn't seem to be suitable for him, he was exposed just by pretending, it seems that he is still comfortable and easy to be a villain, and of course it is more efficient.

Pulling out the gun, Han Cheng said coldly.

"I don't want to talk nonsense, the fog has faded now, get out of me immediately, and if I don't leave, I will shoot him. "

I'm not leaving, I'm looking for my Ah Feng!" someone said stubbornly.

Bang! Han Cheng fired a shot directly at him, the bullet grazed the cheek and flew past, and the sound stopped.

Then the whole fog was quiet for five seconds, and after five seconds people ran around like a tide.

Because the fog is thin, it can no longer trap everyone, and when there are fewer people, there are fewer negative emotions, which in turn makes the fog more sparse.

In less than half a minute, only a faint mist remained in the fog, just like someone here had smoked a cigarette just now, and it didn't have any effect.

The smoker, who realized what was going on outside, panicked at the moment, and he pleaded.

"I, I'm willing to make a contract, let me go. "

I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in your trickery.

Han Cheng said ruthlessly, and at the same time, with a wave of his arm, a bone spur in the cage rose from the ground, piercing the smoke ghost through the heart, standing straight in the air, like a vertical skewer.

Han Cheng turned around and already set his eyes on the fourth floor, of course, the old show was going to be staged again.

Golem pathfinder.