The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 27 A play in a deep alley (newcomers please collect and recommend) Double update! ! ! !
In the dark and deep alley, the ghost energy is stagnant.

The drum beats are getting weirder and more penetrating, and they want to hook people in and smash people's flesh with drumsticks!
"Rumble rumble—"

"Long!!!"

It was as shocking as the earth-shattering sound. The loud sound almost broke the drum skin. Mo Rang could almost hear the sound of something being torn apart. Just listening to it made him tremble.

The drums stopped, and a silent horror brewed in the air. Mo Rang could feel the great terror coming, which was exactly the same as the great terror felt when the starving ghost of Liangjie Village came out of his belly. It was not him now. Can handle it.

The black clouds are brewing like splashed ink, at this moment, silence speaks louder than sound!
Only the sound of footsteps seems to be very clear, and the crisp sound of gongs and drums is invigorating.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The gong was beating non-stop, and the sound was like the appearance of the actor in the theater in the previous life. Standing there, Mo Rang felt that the edge was on his back, and he trembled with the sound of the gong.That corner should be stepping like a mountain, rushing onto the stage hastily and heavily, with flags planted all over his back, and his face covered with paint, making it difficult to see his true face.

The gongs and drums stopped shortly after, and he took a few steps back to confirm that he heard someone screaming.

No, it was sent by ghosts!
It's ghosts, not people, who should appear on the scene!When the gongs and drums were beating, there was a "Yi———" sound, which should have been sung by a martial artist with profound meaning, but it only made his hair stand on end.

At this time, although there were not many people beside the alley, there were quite a few people. At this moment, they all paused with bewildered expressions, staring straight ahead, and Mo Rang heard applause from the alley. , there must be a lot of people.

What are they doing, watching a ghost show? !
The evil ghost is definitely not purely for performance, his ghost aura is malicious and thick, it is the most chilling evil and greed he has seen so far.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

There was another loud babbling and singing, and Wu Sheng's hoarse and penetrating voice was full of evil thoughts.

The people at the entrance of the alley turned to face the deep alley where the sound of drama kept coming out.

"咿-咿--"

Mo Rang restrained his urge to activate skills, and didn't let his ghost aura leak. Because of his unique identity as a ghost, when he didn't use skills or ghost cultivation techniques, his aura was no different from that of ordinary people. At this time, he concentrated on dealing with the strong ghostly aura in the alley, and he also had to be careful of the dazed passers-by behind him.

Just as he was covering his head to resist the ghostly aura, three people were already staggering towards the alley. Mo Rang was only able to grab one of them in time. His vision was a little dizzy. He saw the remaining two figures disappear into the dark alley. The person held by the right hand is still struggling vigorously.

The bamboo basket in his left hand fell to the ground with a bang, and a few fruits rolled out.

"Too bad—"

"It's so miserable—the heart is panicked! Look at that side!"

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"

"Who's answering—with a cunning trick—"

"Using a golden cicada to get out of its shell-!! yay-ah, unlucky that opera singer--"

"Throw yourself into a well and die——!!!"

"Yeah—I can't wait to dig a well and shake the sky—"

"Seeing that one person died at the top of a tree, and another person died in a well—"

"Walk like smoke—see through—"

The martial artist stopped for a moment, his voice was full of hatred, he babbled and wanted to finish singing the hatred in his heart, don't let his heart chill, he suddenly felt that the ghost singing in the alley seemed to know some memories of his previous life
This is something he has never encountered before, and there are not many records about this in the memory of hell, only saying that "people are ghosts, and their past is forgotten."

And Shi Riqing's green ghost also vaguely knows some memories of his previous life.

"Eh-"

"Walking through that hell—hehe—"

"Break the feet of the Lin family siblings—and hide them on the beams of the black house—"

"Kill the fat head of the family again - yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

"Eat heart and liver—"

"Eat the heart and liver——!!!"

Mo Rang covered his ears, all he could see now was the deep alley, like the entrance of a giant man-eating beast, and the vaguely tall mansion.

No, don't be disturbed by this thing!
He bit the tip of his tongue. As the sharp pain spread from the tip of his tongue to the top of his head, he also tasted the sweet taste of blood.

He has regained some consciousness. He can feel that as this thing starts to sing, this space seems to be isolated from the world. From here, he can see the crowds walking outside. Those people seem to have never heard of them. Doing his own thing, he probably didn't even know there was an alley here!

Only myself at the entrance of the alley and those people who were already bewildered were trapped in the force field of this ghost, trapped here unconsciously.

Since when?

I'm afraid that since I heard the first sound of the drum beating, I would have become an insect on a spider's web, already tightly tied up, waiting for the taste of the poisonous spider.

The world in the force field is extremely dangerous. This is equivalent to the exclusive territory of ghosts. In this force field, every action of the prey will be infinitely magnified. If there is no such powerful combat power, it will be extremely difficult to deal with evil spirits at the level of ghost generals!

Of course, Mo Rang can still do things like escape from the force field of evil spirits.

——Especially, for this kind of force field created for mortals, although it is strong, it also has flaws.

The temporary tactical retreat is just to gather strength, don't let him comfort himself, although in his eyes, this alley is 2% of the progress of the reincarnation, which is 100 points, a little bit of divine power.
"It would be nice if I were stronger." The world structure of the extremely evil world is too complicated, the ghosts are too powerful, but the human race is gradually weakening, and it is difficult to suppress the growth of evil ghosts.

As for Mo Rang himself, he is like a bug that has been thrown into a Gu container, with a body full of delicious flesh that is hard to protect himself, and a mouth full of poisonous fangs that he does not know how to use.

His starting point is too high, and he has lost the memory of becoming the King of Hell and gaining the heart of a saint. Basically, he is yearning for and worrying about his future.

The fighting spirit is surging, but at the same time, it is cautious about potential dangers.

Just like a horror game, if the player picks up a gun from the table, he will be considered by the system as having the ability to protect himself and can face the pursuit of ghosts, so the player will inevitably face an escape soon.
If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Mo Rang clenched his fists, he didn't have much time to escape, and he wanted to take away everyone left here!

"call"

A vision suddenly appeared under his feet, and the thick black mist that could be seen around him covered Mo Rang and the three bewildered people in an instant.

There wasn't much time, he was sure that the moment he activated his skills, the ghost general who was singing inside had already discovered his existence!
Scarlet's eyes, which were turning the red wheel of hell, quickly searched for the weak point of the ghostly energy in the force field, just waiting for a blow to smash it!
In one second, ghost energy rolled around!

In the blink of an eye, I didn't see how the black mist moved. In the blink of an eye, I saw that it had appeared on the street and dissipated quickly.

Mo Rang could feel that the ghost inside was about to make a move. The sense of crisis almost dragged his neck out. He didn't see what it was, was it a thread?Or a knife?

It seems that the ghost general has no idea of ​​massacre in the city for the time being, and he did not capture himself who provoked his majesty, but hunted food on a small scale, and those coquettish monsters who broke the seal and wanted to massacre and disturb the situation The ghost is completely different, and his behavior of snatching food just now is not just provocative, it is strange that this evil ghost is so patient.

——too far

I don’t know why, but this sentence suddenly flashed across Mo Ren’s mind.

He looked at the three people crawling on the ground and hurriedly blended in with the crowd watching the excitement and disappeared.

He just escaped with one in each hand. As for the third person, of course he was kicked out, and his shoe prints are still on his butt.

The three of them were lying unconscious on the street. Mo Rang, who did good deeds without leaving a name, had already turned around to find his prison beast.

Dark alley.

In the deepest part is a tall house, the walls painted red and black like blood are mottled and broken.

On the three-foot-high stage, a warrior dressed in red and blue emerald had flags planted all over his back. He was inhumanly tall and physically strong. At this time, he was crowned with red cherry blossoms, and was carrying a spear with blood dripping from the tip of the spear. "He "The dark blue cracks on the blue-black skin are particularly conspicuous, as if to divide him into several pieces.

"Yeah——"

"Anxiety—the traitor stole Yu's heart—————!"

The evil ghost's eyes were dark green and cold, and he looked in the direction of the alley with a bloodthirsty smile.

offstage.

The "audiences" with broken necks listened quietly to the show, with big holes in their hearts and bleeding. In the front row were the two people who had just entered.

The "audience" were like puppets on strings. After Wu Sheng finished singing, they applauded.
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