Thriller game: I made the weird change a new leaf

Tenjin Shrine.

The masked man and a group of neon players are already waiting here.

Footsteps were heard, and a figure in white robes with gold trim came slowly. Behind her were two gods of disaster, also in white robes. One of them was tied up with a rope, his head lowered, and he looked like he had suffered a lot of torture. Lin Li.

Tsukiyo licked his lips, breathing heavily, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the white-robed figure.

The neon players were also ready to make a move, swallowing their saliva.

It’s obvious what you want to do.

The masked man's heart skipped a beat and he quickly warned in a low voice: "Sir, this is the leader of the Disaster Church, the Disaster Mentor. He is very powerful."

"Oh, is this the mentor? Hello, I am the envoy of the gods in Gaotianyuan."

Tsukiyo held out his hand.

He didn't take the masked man's warning seriously. He had already heard about the deal between the Disaster Church and the masked man and others. Want to enter Gao Tianyuan? Isn’t this a sheep in a wolf’s den?

He just needs to talk to the gods, so what if he is a rubbish church mentor? He can't just let him play around.

"People have been brought to the entrance of Takamagahara."

Qianhui said calmly, with no intention of shaking hands.

"Of course, right in the shrine."

Tsukiyotou took back his hand and said calmly.

In my heart, I was already extremely angry.

Are you the mentor of the Church of Calamity? Very good. Continue to maintain your arrogance. When you become my plaything, will you still show the same expression as you do now?

"Dear mentor, please come with me."

Seeing that the scene was a little tense, the masked man said quickly.

He led Qianhui and Lin Li into Tenjin Shrine. The outer hall here is roughly the same as other shrines, including the worship hall, wishing hall, and memorial hall, but the interior is very unique.

The inner temple should be the true temple where the true form of the god is placed, that is, the statue, but here, there is only a huge torii gate.

This is very unreasonable, because the torii is the gate to the divine realm, representing the two parts of human and divine, and should not appear in the true temple.

"This is the gate of Gao Tianyuan, Tianyuan Residence." The masked man introduced.

"Oh, can you enter Takamagahara through here?" Qianhui asked looking at the huge torii gate.

"Of course not, you need sacrifices to enter." The masked man shook his head, and then smiled, "But don't worry, mentor, I have paid for the sacrifices in advance, but I can only support five people to enter Gaotianyuan."

"Five people?" Qianhui felt something was wrong.

Then the God of Disaster army of the Church of Calamity cannot enter Gaotianyuan.

"of course not."

Lin Li glanced at Tian Yuanju and understood in his heart.

This huge torii gate that can enter Takamagahara is also a fusangshin, and its evil thoughts are not low, up to two hundred.

This has surpassed most gods and gods of disaster.

You must know that the leader of the evil god in the wild who was shot to death by the fox girl had only one hundred and eighty evil thoughts.

If an accident occurs, it can instantly send a message to Takamagahara and block the passage to Takamagahara, which is very difficult to deal with.

But this is not a problem for Lin Li.

Messaging cannot be prevented, but channel blocking can solve it.

This is enough. After all, it is still a collision of hard power.

"That's enough, let me down."

"Yes, Master Tutor."

Lin Li spoke out, and the two gods of disaster immediately put Lin Li down and untied the rope that tied him.

"This... mentor, you can just hand him over to us. There is no need to untie him."

The masked man didn't hear what Lin Li said and thought Qianhui was going to fulfill the agreement and hand Lin Li over to them after seeing Tian Yuanju.

"What if he runs away?" the masked man asked worriedly.

"Run? I can't run." Lin Li said gently.

Qianhui respectfully handed the mentor's robe to Lin Li, and then stood behind Lin Li with the other two gods of disaster.

Putting on his mentor's white robe, Lin Li stood there, smiling at the masked man and the neon players.

"you you……"

The masked man was dumbfounded and looked at Qianhui with wide eyes, "Teacher, this joke is not funny."

Qianhui shook her head: "I am not the mentor. Mr. Lin Li is the mentor of the Church of Disaster. He has always been."

"You got the wrong person."

The masked man was numb, "How is that possible?"

"Baga, you idiot!" Tsukiyo kicked the masked man aside and pulled out the samurai sword from his waist.

"Don't you understand yet? This is the God of Disaster's conspiracy. They found a way to enter Gao Tianyuan, and then they turned their backs and refused to recognize anyone."

Upon hearing Tsukiyotou's words, understanding flashed in the masked man's eyes.

That's it!

It makes absolutely no sense that Lin Li is really the mentor of the Church of Calamity.

How could a newcomer in the Baiyou Rank become the leader of a powerful force in the Gray Resentment dungeon?

It would make sense if the gods of disaster wanted to rebel.

Are they actually hostile camps? Are the so-called peace talks just lies?

"Baga, you bastards, come on!" Tsukiyo and others confronted the God of Disaster.

The masked man who wanted to understand took this opportunity and quietly touched the torii.

"Asshole, what do you want to do?" Tsukiyo glared at him after noticing the movement here.

"I'm sorry, sir, I have to tell God about this matter." The masked man swallowed, and he didn't care to lick Lord Neon at the critical moment of life and death.

In a flash of light, the person disappeared behind the torii gate.

As soon as he ran away, the neon players and thugs lost all morale, and they all rushed towards the torii.

"Don't squeeze, damn it!"

"Go over there, don't contradict me!"

"Baga, leave me alone!"

While running and pushing, when he saw the thug running ahead, the Neon player drew his sword and slashed hard at the thug.

The thug paused for a moment, then launched a counterattack with an angry look, and the two sides fought together.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

The gods of disaster did not take action, but they suffered casualties first due to internal strife.

"Teacher, won't we stop it?" Qianhui asked.

"Jumping into Gaotianyuan is just to live longer. Sometimes death is not scary, but the fear before death is scary." Lin Li shook his head with a smile.

Qianhui nodded thoughtfully.

In the end, Tsukiyotou, two neon players, and a thug ran into Takamagahara, leaving four thugs and ten neon players in the true palace.

One Goon player and one Neon player each died due to competing for position.

"Sacrifice is needed to open Tianyuan Residence, and we are willing to help you find all the sacrifices."

The remaining players begged for mercy.

"They will definitely report the situation here after they go up. Tianyuanju is no longer able to clear the customs and open the sacrifices." Lin Li pointed out the lie in one sentence.

"Asshole, do you really want to fight to the death?"

"The fish will die, but the net will not break." Lin Li smiled.

"Master Mentor, Master Mentor, we have surrendered. There are other ways to enter Gao Tianyuan. You can't listen to this guy's slander!"

Since Lin Li didn't work, they turned their attention to Qian Hui.

In their eyes, Lin Li was just a puppet, just an excuse to take action. The real ones in charge were Qian Hui and the God of Disaster.

"That's it. Goodbye." Lin Li stood with his hands behind his hands, and the Gods of Misfortune stepped forward knowingly.

"Asshole, even if we die, we won't make it easy for you."

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the players took out the strange objects at the bottom of the box one by one and rushed towards Lin Li.

Even if he died, he would drag Lin Li into the water.

But the next moment, countless gods of disaster poured in from outside the true palace and drowned them.

Not even a splash of water splashed out, and there was no sound.

Someone also used some kind of cleaning ability to clean up the scene.

The real palace is spotless, as if those thugs and neon players never existed.