The end of the world starts from the global copy

"Why do you fight with me!"

"You hypocritical guy, how could you fight me!"

It's a sad fact.

The painter is an evil ghost, while the chef is a good ghost. In the confrontation between good and evil, usually the evil side is stronger!

Because they have no taboos.

Under the world view of this world, evil ghosts can create ghost stories unscrupulously and exchange what they want from scholars, while good ghosts obviously don't have enough bargaining chips.

It wasn't until the painter's wild laughter subsided that he calmly uttered the desperate fact.

"You think I've prepared this little thing?"

"Hehehe...Chef, you haven't seen a fierce god, have you?"

"I'll let you open your eyes today!"

"To be honest, I also bought other things from the scholar."

"The Fierce God will give me a chance to make a move."

"Calculating the time, it's time to reveal this card."

……

"Ding dong~~"

The crisp doorbell rang.

reality.

The door of Che Jianchun's house opened automatically, and the figure of the scholar appeared outside the door.

He Shi Shi ran into the door, walked slowly to the living room, and stood in front of the portraits of the chef and Lu Ming.

At this moment, the figure of Chef Lu Ming Hope in the portrait is hazy, the portrait of Chef is like a black shadow, Lu Ming's figure is blurred, but the portrait of Hope is getting more and more real, it seems that he is about to jump on the paper .

The scholar stood like this, looking at everything, for a moment, he smiled slightly, and said as if talking to himself.

"Who do you think will win this game?"

"I bet the chef."

A voice suddenly came from behind the scholar, and the scholar turned to look at the sofa behind him, only to see Zhang Mingyuan sitting on the sofa and sipping tea leisurely.

The tea sets and tea leaves are all in stock in Che Jianchun's home. Zhang Mingyuan took them at this moment, as if he took his own things, and he acted like a master.

It wasn't surprising that the scholar smiled. He sat opposite Zhang Mingyuan, took the teacup Zhang Mingyuan handed over, and opened his mouth after drinking the tea.

"You didn't give them a hand?"

"They can solve the painter... and I need to wait for you."

"Oh, oh, that's right, after all, you have already changed from me to the painter at the last night banquet, and you also know that he asked me to do it once.

Rather than fighting in a black-and-white painting environment, it would be better to have a fight in Guling City..."

"Aren't you right, Night Watchman?"

"After all, this Guling City is your home field, your ghost town. You don't have any geographical advantages, and you dare not challenge me."

Zhang Mingyuan.

Policemen.

One of the three ghost kings in Guling City, night watchman.

This most mysterious Ghost King of Guling City has been following Lu Ming all the time!

After the scholar finished speaking, seeing that the night watchman did not speak, he changed the subject again.

"Do you want to start?"

Zhang Mingyuan thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly.

"It's not necessary... I have better choices than the starter."

"For example, tell a story and then make a request..."

"This is not a banquet."

"It's not at the banquet that you can tell stories. We are both fierce gods, so there is no need to make so many rules."

The scholar thought about it, and smiled: "Alright, I'll make an exception for you, Zhong. It's the story, you have to make it clear. If I'm not satisfied, I'm afraid it won't be easy today."

After finishing speaking, a book with a pure black cover appeared in the scholar's hand. When he opened the page, a large section of text appeared on the book.

……

"What I want to tell today is a story about Gudong Village."

"The protagonist of the story is me and an interesting little guy who suddenly appeared in my haunted world."

"It's a coincidence that the ghost in red from Gudong Village called the police station... This ghost has no experience, and he doesn't know whose territory this Guling City and its surrounding areas are, and what's more. I don't know what the rules are in my Guling City."

"Originally, I wanted to kill her directly. For a fierce god, this is not a difficult thing."

"But the person who appeared suddenly gave me another idea. By the way, his name is Lu Ming, and he is also at the banquet now, codenamed Death."

"My human partner and I went to Gudong Village, thinking about touching the bottom of Lu Ming."

"So I just pretended and acted. It doesn't matter how the process is. After all, that female ghost in red is just a ghost, and it's impossible to cause too much trouble."

"On the contrary, the kid named Lu Ming really interested me - he is not a good guy, but he can't be said to be a bad guy either. The main reason is that I want to know where he came from and how he got into it rashly. In my ghost domain... In short, I just keep an eye on him."

"Your story is not worth much."

"I know this."

"In fact, compared to these things, I would rather hear stories about the night watchman himself."

"Then you have to wait."

"Just wait, anyway, I'm not in a hurry, well, although it's your first time attending the banquet, you must know the rules here, tell me, what do you want to change?"

"I want to know where that Lu Ming came from, and what he wants to do in Guling City."

At the first night banquet, when the scholar heard this question, he suddenly fell silent.

He counted with his fingers, but he couldn't figure out two five six at all. He had no choice but to shake his head: "Change your request."

Zhang Mingyuan frowned: "You should know who he is."

Zhang Mingyuan chased after him, the scholar had no choice but to say, "Wait a moment."

After speaking, the figure of the scholar disappeared suddenly and reappeared about 2 minutes later.

He brought back two words: "Player."

"What is a player?"

"You didn't bid enough."

……

"A funny thing happened in Seongdong District today."

"After the banquet, I drove to the east of the city. I came here to see Che Jianchun... After all, he is not a bad person. Now that he is being targeted by the painter, I want to protect him."

"Of course, the story I'm going to tell today has nothing to do with Che Jianchun, and it's impossible for him to have any valuable stories as an ordinary person."

"I went to the east part of the city this time mainly to find giant ghosts. The giant ghosts in the Westy Playground have killed more than a hundred people. This breaks the rules of my Guling City."

"As a high-level evil spirit, the giant ghost's strength is still good, but unfortunately he doesn't know what the evil spirit has, nor does he understand the gap between the evil spirit and the evil spirit."

"The specific battle process is nothing more than that the giant ghost wanted to run, but he didn't. He wanted to leave the city a long time ago, but he didn't know that the entire Guling City was my territory, my ghost domain, without me Allowed, where can he go?"

"This story, I want to change the news that I didn't get last time."

"What is a player?"

At the second night banquet, the scholar remained silent and disappeared without a trace again.

After a while, he returned, but only said one sentence: "Tourists traveling through the world, a group of poor people who are looking for hope in despair..."

"I am not satisfied with this explanation."

The scholar shook his head and smiled wryly: "Not only are you dissatisfied, but I am also dissatisfied... But that's all I can know."

"So as compensation, you can change your request. By the way, let me say one more thing. Don't ask about players. I can't explain it clearly."

"It's taboo."

Shrouded in black mist, no one could see Zhang Mingyuan's expression clearly. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke again.

"Painter, I want the painter's information and strength progress."

"The painter asked me to hide these things. If you want to know, you have to pay a higher price than him. For example, the story of the night watchman, the story of a fierce god, this must be worth it."

"Ha ha……"

"Then it's the next best thing. I want the artist's plan."

"One story is not enough."

"As expected..."

……

Time goes back to the present.

The painter's wild laughter resounded throughout the gallery!

Fierce!

The fierce god entered the stage to help him advance, how could the artist lose in this round?Can't lose!

Even if the most mysterious night watchman among the three ghost kings makes a move, it is impossible to stop the scholar's promise!

However, until he smiled for about 1 minute... the reinforcements that were supposed to come didn't come.

This changed the eyes of the chef and Lu Ming.

They looked at the painter as if they were looking at a fool.

This made the painter stop laughing.

The corners of his mouth twitched a bit, and the black and white painter's eyebrows were ferocious!

"It's enough for you two not to be dealt with by the fierce god!"

As soon as the voice fell, the scholar in the painting suddenly jumped out, and rushed towards the chef amidst the ghostly aura.

The black and white painter also looked at Lu Ming.

Shadow and Yaya suddenly appeared beside Lu Ming, and the eight eyes faced each other and the battle was about to start.

To the side, the sound of "hum hum" suddenly emerged.

In the next second, the piercing knife light suddenly flashed!

Chapter 136 Everyone gets angry and kills in anger!

"What I want to tell today is a story about me and Guifeng."

"..."

At the second night banquet, the chef spoke very quickly, while in the private chat channel, the scholar listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

It wasn't until the story of the high-level evil spirit battle was over that the scholar smiled lightly and said, "The story is good, what do you want?"

"I want the painter to die!"

"The price is not enough."

The chef was silent for a while and grinned.

"Then I want a means to kill the painter... no, even a means to kill the fierce god!"

"This is possible... But considering the value of your story... Well, let's see if you are satisfied with this thing."

As he spoke, the scholar handed a black stone to the chef.