After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

Levan.

As soon as the name came out, no one answered for a long time.

As we all know, the opponent is a well-known high-end player on the leaderboard who is about to challenge the ultimate dungeon. If such a person chooses to join forces with the boss, they will be powerless to stop it.

So what if he was knocked out, he had to admit that he was unlucky.

Now they are crowded in this small warehouse like sardine cans, unable to protect themselves, how can they have the mood and energy to denounce and accuse each other.

Those who were a little smarter had already taken out props such as knives and daggers from their rings to save their lives, but no matter how hard they tried, the ropes that bound people showed no sign of breaking or loosening, and even tightened, as if they were about to fall into a trap. Flesh.

"The hair of the water ghost was put in it," Wen Jiu kindly reminded, not wanting to see the scene of severed arms and limbs all over the room, "If you want to bleed, you can continue."

It is rumored that when the water ghost pulled people to die, it used hair as flexible as water plants. No matter how hard it was, it couldn't get rid of this thing.

Fortunately, the players who have made it this far are not ordinary people. Although they are not as generous as Li Fan Yinlei, it is easy to take out a few daggers engraved with exorcism charms.

Not willing to waste his rune bullets for the two ropes, Huang Mao tried his best to get together with Wen Jiu: "Brother Snake, scratch your nails?"

Anyway, they are so close that they can touch each other with a little distance.

The white-haired boy shook his head: "It's useless."

"You'd better save your energy."

Sure enough, when the first group of players with the strongest mobility broke free from the rope, the closed door flew open, and the dark wind came through the hall. A paper-faced man was hanging from the tree with his tongue out, staring at the two-handedly... Rolling his eyes, he asked inarticulately, "Where are you guys going?"

"Meow."

Awakened by the movement around him, a pure black cat meowed under the man's suspended feet. It was completely hidden in the shadow of the big tree. At first glance, only a pair of green eyes could be seen.

"I..." Suppressing the fear in his heart, the male player who opened the door first was about to answer when there was a bang, the hemp rope flew out, tied his feet, entangled them layer by layer, and hung him upside down on the tree like a dumpling .

bang.

Player No.2 slammed the door shut.

"There is no elimination information," the ring panel was called up, and someone rejoiced, "He is still alive."

But in this way, they have no way out.

Gradually, more and more players set their sights on Wen Jiu: the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman wins. Maybe they can get the three ghosts to fight first, and then run away while they are in disorder.

Huang Mao, who saw everyone's intentions: ... I think too much, but this master actually thinks it's a good food.

With snow-colored hair hanging behind him, without the beautiful but weird dragon horns, the young man looked like a human being, cautiously approaching him, a girl said softly, "Shall I untie it for you?"

Instantly put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, Wen Jiu said coldly: "Don't touch."

He said he didn't want to run away, why can't this group of people understand?

The yellow-haired man next to him understood clearly: Yes, only monks can touch it.

——You know what a ghost.

You can guess what Huang Mao is thinking with your knees, Wen Jiu lowered his eyes, and silently recited three numbers in his heart: one, two...

Squeak.

Unhurriedly, the old wooden door was pushed open, and two rows of paper-tied maids with blush painted on their faces filed in. With great strength, they re-tied the untied players in two or three strokes, and connected them to the wooden door. Carry it on your shoulders together.

Huang Mao was shocked: "Why do I suddenly lose energy?"

"He's holding your horoscope in his hand," motioning the other party to look at the thing that Zhiza's maid is holding, Wen Jiu said calmly, "Have you heard of Zha Xiaoren?"

They were all kneaded into a ball, and they still wanted to move.

Huangmao: "Then why didn't you use it before?"

"I forgot to say," hearing this, the boy in white shook his eyelashes, as if remembering something, "They also took your blood last night, one drop per person, no more, no less."

Crowd: ...

Such an important thing can be forgotten, isn't the other party really playing tricks on them?

The number of paper-made maids corresponded one-to-one with the players in the room, only Wen Jiu was the variable, and there was nothing in front of him.

As agreed, all the maids turned their heads in unison, and dozens of pairs of ink-painted eyes fixed on Wen Jiu.

"It's okay, I can walk by myself." With a slight movement of his left wrist, Wen Jiu easily broke free from the rope, without any fear, and got off the wooden frame quite naturally.

For the first time, the yellow hair that was held by the girl on the shoulder: Okay, I have seen someone who wants to die, but I have never seen someone who is so eager to die, where is the monk?Come out and take care of your partner!

Can't speak, can only understand the simplest orders, Jianwenjiu really didn't escape, dozens of paper maids carried players out of the warehouse one by one.

Looking at the sun covered by dark clouds in the sky, Huang Mao was weak: "What about the night banquet?"

There must be something wrong with the dishes this morning.

"Because they still have to fight for fun, and the winner can choose a living person to enjoy it exclusively." Walking beside Huang Mao, Wen Jiu glanced at him lightly: "Don't worry, with your meat quality, you should be able to save it until the end."

Huang Mao: If you think he is old, just say it.

That monk's meat is so tender, can you let him out if you have the ability?

Of course, Huang Mao only dared to think about these words in his heart. In order to relieve his tension, he had nothing to say: "Aren't all the maids in the past made of leather?"

That thing looks human anyway, it doesn't look so scary.

"The person in charge of skinning is trapped." The place where the banquet was held could be seen far away. The white-haired boy walked briskly, barely skipping and jumping. "It's inside Bai Jian's body."

Huangmao: "You seem very happy?"

The boy tilted his head: "Is it obvious?"

"Not obvious, not obvious." With his head shaking like a rattle, Huang Mao had a guess in his heart, based on Ming Yi's past experience, apart from revenge, there is nothing worthy of the other party's abnormality.

Some people in some teams, I am afraid they will be unlucky.

I don't know who made it, but this group of paper-made maids walked very fast with extremely stable chassis. After a while, the players saw a group of ghosts, headed by the fox girl, sitting in two rows.

One-eyed ones, decapitated ones, wet ones that look like they were fished out of the water... all kinds of strange things, and so on.

Because there was a ghost locked in Bai Jian's body, there was no need to grab, there were several empty seats around, but the white-haired boy didn't move, standing in the center of the venue, neither tied nor sitting, no matter which side you looked at, They all seemed out of place.

The fox girl covered her lips and smiled delicately: "I thought you didn't like cannibalism."

"I really don't like it, but it's okay to eat it reluctantly." He licked his lips seriously, and Wen Jiu changed the subject, "So, can you give Li Fan to me? In front of so many ghosts, I have some accounts to settle with him."

"Li Fan?" Impressed by this handsome and difficult living sacrifice, the fox girl frowned, "There is no such person at the table today, he escaped, you want revenge, go find it yourself."

Wen Jiu shook his head: "If you look for it, you can find it, but I want him to taste what it's like to be chased and killed by a hundred ghosts."

"It just so happens that you are all here, why don't you help me?"

As soon as these words came out, all the ghosts immediately made a noise: "Help you? Why?"

"A kid who just died not long ago, dare to order us?"

"I just said, I have to grab a seat." The wooden frame was the closest to the young man, and Huang Mao clearly heard the other party complaining. He raised his head, raised his voice, and looked at the fox girl: "Your seat, how about I sit?"

boom--

Like a pot of boiling water, the voices of the ghosts were louder, and they looked at Wen Jiu as if they were looking at a fool: Who is the fox girl?Baojiaxian, who has received incense and worship, broke the precept for cannibalism, but he is also the strongest among them.

If not, it would not be the other party who came forward to host the banquet.

However, before all the ghosts could utter the words of ridicule, a ghostly aura so strong that it could be seen with the naked eye swept over the young man like a cloud.

Dressed in white snow, but surrounded by black mist, it is like an ancient battlefield where rituals have not been performed, carrying the resentment of a city, or even several cities, dying in vain.

The fox girl also opened her beautiful eyes wide, the strong wind blew past, the veil on her face couldn't stay on any longer, the blindfold disappeared, revealing a furry fox face with pointed ears and black nose.

Wen Jiu, who deliberately manipulated the direction of the wind: ...

Well, he shouldn't let his curiosity go.

Fortunately, he thought he could enjoy the beauty.

As the original owner's body was fully repaired, Wen Jiuneng leaked less and less ghost energy. Fortunately, he changed an enhanced card in the mall in advance, and now it seems that the effect is not bad.

Xie Xuan should be the only one in the whole yard who could see that he was ostentatious.

"As for me, I don't want to hold any banquet." Walking step by step to the end of the two rows of long tables, Wen Jiu bent down, carried away the fox girl who had changed back to her original form, and sat on the main seat by herself.

His eyes swept over the trembling ghosts and players in the audience, the white-haired boy had picturesque features, curled up at his feet with all the resentment and flaming teeth and claws, gentle and obedient, like a cloud of surrender.

With one hand on his chin, he smiled obediently, but his words made people shudder: "We have to compete left and right... how about the battle royale?"

"Go to Li Fan, whichever side can bring him, I will let the side live."

The author has something to say:

Jiujiu: The villain is me.

Another: The notebook at home was broken, and the computer was requisitioned by my father to write a work summary (it happened to be at the end of the month), so it was a bit short even later.

Comparing hearts every day.