Hundred times the damage of online games

"I do things in Shenge, and I don't need to explain to anyone. Whoever dares to do it again will make you regret entering the game!"

With a glance, all the players lowered their heads, not looking directly at it.

"Since you have no money to pay, then I will send you back for free."

After finishing speaking, the poor ghost waved his right hand.

"No, poor ghost, we were wrong, we listened to the villain."

"Poor ghost, god, please, let us go."

However, to no avail.

Dozens of golden-armored archers attacked extremely fast, and thousands of arrows covered the sky in an instant, aiming at them, rushing towards them.

"what……"

The screams continued.

These players, without exception, all died tragically on the spot.

The players watching from a distance trembled and looked terrified when they saw the cut.

A Chen Yu is already terrifying.

Unexpectedly, compared with him, this poor ghost is not much better.

"Did you see what the poor ghost did just now?"

"I didn't see that, the attack speed is as fast as lightning, killing in one move."

"It's terrible. The damage I saw was more than 3! It's three times my blood volume!"

"There is also the moon in the water, a cold ice skill, which also does more than 2 damage, and it makes my scalp tingle."

……

The group of players were talking to each other, their legs were filled with lead, and they couldn't move at all.

Shenge mansion.

"Since you have paid the money, I can spare your lives!"

The poor ghost stood in front of the stage, looking around.

"I know, among you, someone framed my Shen Pavilion, give the framed person a chance, get out immediately, I can only let you die once!"

"Time is only ten breaths!"

After speaking, the poor ghost started counting, "ten"

This sound made Da Zhi in the crowd tremble.

He frowned, kept thinking, and then showed a firm look, "Hmph, these actions are very secretive, how could the poor know that we did it!"

"Nine."

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Chapter 119 Means 【Second Update】

"It seems that the person who framed my Shen Pavilion is unwilling to stand up?"

The poor ghost's eyes swept away, staring at all the players, and the bodies of the players were cold and sweated.

"Come on."

The poor ghost yelled softly, at this moment, hundreds of silver armored soldiers strode out of the Shen Pavilion mansion.

These people are all NPCs, hired by poor ghosts.

"Catch them for me!"

With a finger of the poor ghost, these silver armored soldiers were extremely fast, grabbing dozens of players from the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Dazhi is one of them.

"The god of the poor, we paid the money too, why don't you let us go?"

"Poor ghost, if you do this, aren't you afraid that all players will attack?"

Some begged for mercy, some clamored.

However, the poor ghost just stared at them coldly as if he didn't hear it.

"I'll give you one last chance to tell you what's going on behind the scenes, and I'll give you a good time." The poor ghost said coldly.

As soon as the sound came out, these dozens of captured players trembled and sweated.

Apart from begging for mercy and clamoring, no one came forward to speak out about the behind-the-scenes instigation.

"It looks like I won't die until I reach the Yellow River."

The poor ghost smiled coldly and waved his right hand.

Soon, dozens of people walked out of the mansion.

Among them, Sun Dasheng was among them, holding a woman in his hands.

"Boom..."

Sun Dasheng kicked the woman away, and directly kicked the woman away, "Hurry up, Old Sun!"

"..."

The woman lowered her head, her hair was disheveled, and she looked very miserable.

Like her, there are a dozen others.

One by one, they all looked the same, very miserable.

These people all have the word "Tianming" on their heads.

Seeing these people, Dazhi and the others, who were originally silent, immediately turned ashen and collapsed to the ground.

"Say." The poor ghost looked at the woman and shouted loudly.

The woman walked up to the people tremblingly and began to speak.

It turned out that Tianming Guild envied Huoyancao and was afraid of Chen Yu's strength.

So, I thought of this excellent way to rob players and blame [Tian Ming] guild.

At the same time, they sent some insiders who did not join the guild to mix in the player group, deliberately disturbing other players.

"Damn Tianming Guild, it turns out that all of this is really directed and performed by them."

"No wonder, it turns out that Dazhi is also a man of Heaven and Ming, damn it."

"I want revenge, I want to kill them."

A group of players, aggrieved.

After Dazhi and the others glanced at it, their faces were full of fear.

"The poor god, I am willing to spend [-] gold coins, please give me a chance to take revenge!"

"Poor ghost, I am willing to spend [-] gold coins, just ask you to let me beat this bastard!"

These robbed players, one by one, stood in front of the poor ghost, begging for help.

"Ha ha……"

The poor ghost smiled slightly.

"Yes, but you can't kill them, understand?" said the poor ghost.

"You poor ghost, don't worry, there will be no problem."

A group of people patted their chests and kept reassuring.

After paying the money, they all surrounded Dazhi and the others.

More than 100 silver armored soldiers consciously dispersed to the side.

"You... what are you going to do?"

"Be careful that our boss beats you so hard that you can't dare to go online!"

At this moment, these Tianming Guild players are still threatening.

However, the next second was when they screamed.

"Ouch, don't slap your face."

"Oh, don't hit the chest, if you hit it again, it will be a tie."

"My teeth, you dare to hit me..., ouch, you are an uncle, be gentle, ouch..., I was wrong."

……

Dozens of people, including Dazhi, were severely beaten by tens of thousands of people. One can imagine the scene.

"The people of the Tianming Guild deserve it! I didn't expect to be so vicious and frame the Shen Pavilion!"

"That's right, beating them is considered light, and they should be cut to death with a knife."

"At this moment, they just want to die, and they can be resurrected anyway."

The onlookers were also pointing and pointing with anger on their faces.

Half a moment later, Dazhi and the others were beaten out of human form, lying on the ground and crying nonstop.

Their bodies were restrained and they couldn't move, let alone go offline.

"Take them all to the square and tie them up for me, so that they cannot go offline, commit suicide, or fight monsters!" said the poor ghost.

"Yes!"

More than 100 armored soldiers dragged them to the square, tied them into rice dumplings, and fell to the ground, unable to move.

The poor ghost stood on the square and coldly glanced at the onlookers.

"Today, Tianming used vicious means to bully me, and hereby, I declare that if I catch an ordinary Tianming player, I will be rewarded with 5000 gold coins, if I am a manager or above, I will be rewarded with 1 gold coins, and if I catch a god of death, I will be rewarded with 100 million gold coins! "

While shouting, the poor ghost took out a small speaker and frantically swiped the world channel.

After swiping hundreds of times in a row, it's like gold coins are not money.

The entire world channel is occupied by poor ghosts.

As soon as these words came out, World Channel exploded immediately.

Messages scrolled wildly.

The poor ghost didn't look at it at all. He took a stool and sat in the middle of the square, waiting silently.

All around, there are more and more people watching.

Time passed slowly, and soon, tens of thousands of people flocked.

Squinting her eyes, it was Murong Qing who came with her members of the Immortal Palace.

In their hands, every two people are betting on a player from the Tianming Guild.

"Poor ghost, as I said, I am allied with the Shen Pavilion, and I will do what I say, and I will leave these people to you!"

Murong Qing walked up to the poor ghost and said.

"Miss Murong, thank you, but we don't need an alliance in the Shen Pavilion." After finishing speaking, the poor ghost gave the gold coin to Murong Qing.

"you……"

Murong Qing's chest froze, she had nothing to say.

After handing over Death God and others to the poor ghosts, they left quickly.

"Poor ghost, what do you want to do?"

Seeing the poor ghost, Death's face changed slightly.

"Knowingly asking!"