Urban God-level Selection System

What Professor Jing Xia said was true.

From the beginning of the flashlight, it seemed that he knew the super killer he was going to deal with.

Then from the supermarket, the goal is clear to the northwest, to the willow tree in the mass grave here.

Is all this a coincidence?

Shouldn't it.

This does make everyone ponder, but they can't tell why.

Why on earth can this young man do all this.

Zhang Wanlin leaned against the willow tree to rest for a while, and began to move on.

I saw him come to a thick tree root and dug it up, and the moist soil quickly stuck Lin his hands.

It's like encountering the inverse scales of a ghost outside, and they start to madly hit the invisible barrier, trying to cross in.

For a while, the sound of anger was loud, drowning the silence around.

What is he digging?

Nobody knows.

But everyone who saw it understood a truth. Since he came so far and broke into the mass grave single-handedly at the risk of being swallowed by a group of ghosts, what he wanted to get was definitely not simple.

At least it's worth his visit.

At five o'clock, it was half a meter.

At six o'clock, one meter was dug.

At seven o'clock, the excavation reached one and a half meters.

Zhang Wanlin was very tired and very hot. He simply took off his clothes and asked Xiao Jie to take out a large bottle of mineral water and drip it from his sweaty head.

Cool water flows through the head and runs down the neck, flowing in the symmetrical lines of the pectoralis major and abdominal muscles, instantly revealing the wildness of men.

Seeing through the live broadcast is extremely wild.

This is the charm that a man should have.

Countless men in the live broadcast room envy, and countless women fall into **** for this.

The barrage is densely packed with praise.

Only Professor Xia noticed that Zhang Wanlin was so handsome, but he used a large bottle of mineral water.

You must know that if others lose their lives, they may not be able to find such a large bottle of water.

But there is no reason to accuse Zhang Wanlin of waste. There is no way. Others sit in a supermarket and take mineral water to bathe.

The day in this world will come relatively late, probably around 9 o'clock in the morning before the sun slowly rises.

And this kind of sun is actually no better than the sun in reality, its light is very cold, just like the sun that has been frozen.

When it shines on the ground, it is even more gloomy.

In the daytime, most ghosts can also move.

Ghosts like this mass grave have not disappeared much due to the appearance of the sun.

They still tried in vain to break through the barrier around the willow tree.

At 10 o'clock, close to three meters away, Zhang Wanlin finally saw a long wooden box.

The box is very simple and carved with flowers, showing an ancient charm.

The willow root system surrounds the box, as if firmly protecting it.

Interest in the live broadcast room instantly came. What is this?

Can not help but speculate.

"Such a long box should contain weapons or the like."

"Will it be used by the Taoist chief."

"This willow tree seems to have a deep connection with this wooden box."

Zhang Wanlin was exhausted at this time, and he knew what would happen if he moved this wooden box.

The protective barrier will disappear, and all ghosts will rush over.

It will be a big battle.

For this, he has to recharge his energy.

He sat in the pit he had dug, eating and thinking.

After such a long delay, the killer should be chasing after him.

However, she is afraid of light and should not come during the day.

Beyond the mass graves, over the top of the hill, the killer walked forward with difficulty, and the shining of sunlight made it extremely difficult for her to choose any step ahead.

But what scared her more was the ghost behind her.

This ghost is burly, muscular, and has a height of nearly two meters.

It is the second stage of ghosts, undead ghosts, called rage ghosts.

When this ghost died, most of them accumulated incomparable anger and had nowhere to vent, and turned into ghosts because of the deep resentment that ordinary ghosts could hardly reach.

Even if he is not an undead, but a ghost, a life-removing ghost can't compete with him.

The power gap between the two is too big.

"Hurry up!! Haven't eaten!!"

The rage ghost kicked out and kicked the life-killing ghost in the sun.

She screamed in agony and terribly.

"It's really troublesome!!"

The rage ghost pinched the neck of the death ghost with one hand, and transmitted the ghost power, which would make the death ghost more powerful.

After a while, it released the Suminggui, and the Suminggui was able to stand in the sun without the slightest pain. The steaming black ghost energy on her body was not only a part of her power, but also her coat to shield the sun.

"I will take you over, not far away, my master."

Su Minggui bowed and said.

"Then hurry up."

The rage ghost looked very impatient.

The Su Ming Gui took the angry ghost to the top of the mountain, and he could look at the vast mass graves below. In the middle position, a tall willow tree was waving in the wind.

"Master, under that tree, he is there."

Su Minggui said triumphantly.

"Um... over there."

Even though the rage ghost was far away, he still felt the strange and powerful ghost power of the other party.

Ghosts that have basically reached the level of undead will all have their own territories and will not invade each other.

The ghost power from the mass grave is reminding it, stay away.

This ghost also has the same level of strength as himself-all are undead.

If it is a normal yin spirit, the rage ghost may not be afraid, but if it is an undead spirit, it must be thoughtful.

At this point, each other's strength is unfathomable. Once they violate each other, it means that only one of the two sides can survive.

For the sake of a human being, it is obviously not appropriate to turn a face with the same kind.

The killer asked: "Master, why are you so reluctant to leave? He is there."

Rage Ghost: "There is another undead in this realm. Entering without permission may cause unnecessary fights."

"But the human being is there."

The killer only missed Zhang Wanlin.

"I know!!"

The rage ghost grabbed the Su Minggui by the neck and lifted her up.

He didn't want to break in, but...but suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Since it is an undead, why can't I see a specific figure, and the surrounding ghosts don't seem to obey him.

This is very strange.

As an undead, I can't let the Yin Ling obey.

Then he figured it out, with a grinning smile on his face.

There is only one answer.

Although it is an undead, this undead has not yet been born.

Exuding such a powerful killing spirit, it turned out to be an undead that has not yet been born. It is conceivable that once it is born, I am afraid that it will not be an opponent with a rage ghost of the same level.

Fortunately, he was not born, so that he could come early and swallow this ghost to death! Thanks to this human being, I can find such a good place.

The rage ghost left the killer: "Lead the way!"

It not only wants to accept this human being, but also to swallow the unborn soul.

No no, all ghosts here will become its food.