Horror is coming: I am a social bull x and I am shocking the world

Others don't know why Jiang Haonan was selected, how can they not know.

What's more, if there is no Qin Xiao, the fierce ghost gang and the evil ghost gang are not at the same level at all, and it is obvious who wins and who loses.

Qin Xiao was happy to receive two rewards of [-] favorability points, a general-level ghost ghost sword, and a secret treasure of ghosts that can increase morale and stabilize the army's morale, and the ghost aura has also increased by several hundred points.

Although there are not many, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are!

"Mr. Qin!" Purple hair and red hair began to clean up the mess under Jiang Haonan's order, and led the army to take over the evil ghost gang's garrison. Zhang Zuojing and others stepped forward with gratitude, and said:

"It's really thanks to you this time, otherwise one hundred thousand chosen people would be buried here, and this loss would be too great for Huaguo!"

"Zhang Junzuo is polite. I am also from Huaguo. Although I am not a good person, I don't want to see Huaguo weaker than others in the horror world!" Qin Xiao said with a smile.

"Mr. Qin was joking! With one move, we saved [-] selected candidates, and let us all get good ratings and our strength has greatly increased. This is no longer a matter of good people and bad people!" Zhang Zuojing shook his head, and said solemnly:

"You are a hero, the hero of the entire Huaguo, and even the entire Blue Star!"

Qin Xiao didn't refute, and didn't want to be polite to each other on this issue. His eyes swept over everyone one by one, and he said:

"Don't you choose to come back? Your family is waiting now, right?"

"Come back, of course we have to come back, but we think we should thank Mr. Qin, otherwise we won't feel at ease!" Chi Yi said.

"Yes! This is a large-scale dungeon. Without Mr. Qin, how many of us would be able to go back alive. How can we do it without thanking you!"

"How many people are there? You think highly of us chosen ones too much. Forgot about the annihilation of the entire army in the last large-scale dungeon? There is only one alive, and I still rely on props, Mr. Qin, thank you!"

"I don't care about others, I have to say thank you, Mr. Qin, thank you!"

……

Thank you one after another kept ringing out, and none of the [-] voters left.

Under the sincere thanks, Qin Xiao was also a little infected, his eyes were slightly moist, and he nodded solemnly:

"Okay! I'll accept this thank you. Since you have chosen to stay, ten hours can't be wasted. I'm going to hold a celebration banquet at the Ghost Gang, so please don't refuse!"

The chosen ones are naturally eager to participate.

After all, as the Chosen One, I have been trembling in the horror world, when did I have this kind of treatment.Anyway, they all chose to stay, so the celebration banquet was naturally indispensable.

Drinking at the same banquet with so many ghost soldiers, ghost generals, and even ghost kings.

Go back, at least for a few years!

However, no one expected that the ten-hour stay would lead to a huge oolong after returning.

In the real world, the entire Hua Kingdom is in mourning.

The [-] selected candidates are all for the purpose of retaining those with higher talent and strength to go in and die instead.

Born as a human being, who can be ruthless.

Coincidentally, wherever the chosen ones who entered this dungeon disappeared, a large number of people gathered.

They want to mourn for these heroes who died.

However, the memorial service did not take place immediately, and everyone still had a last hope in their hearts. Maybe someone could come out alive!

The progress of the dungeon is easy to know. The moment the hegemony dungeon is opened, all the dungeons on Elm Ghost Street have entered a locked state, and people are watching at any time.

As long as the blockade is restored, the copy is over.

"It's over! The blockade has been restored!"

With an exclamation, everyone's hearts were raised.

However, 1 minute, 10 minutes, a whole hour passed, and there was still no movement.

Outside the capital city, in the hall where the first batch of Zhang Junzuo entered and the military's chosen ones entered, an old gray-haired general with tears in his eyes personally put the portraits of Zhang Junzuo and the military's chosen ones They went out and placed them one by one on the prepared mourning hall.

Numerous flowers and elegiac couplets were taken out, and the arrangement for the memorial service began.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

When the time approached the evening, the preparations for the memorial service were also over and officially began.

Chapter 203 An Oolong at the Memorial Service, This Welcome Ceremony Is Quite Unique

"Today, we stand here with a heavy heart in memory of a group of true heroes!"

"This is not just a memorial service, but also a mourning hall. We will pay the highest respect and memory to the heroes here. History will remember them, and they will always be..."

Outside the capital, in the huge auditorium.

A month ago, it was here that they held a farewell ceremony, watching Zhang Zuojing and the others disappear on the high platform.

A few days ago, at the same place, they sent more than a dozen selected candidates from nearby military regions into the horror dungeon here with an extremely sad heart.

Now, nearly ten hours have passed since the Hegemony dungeon ended, and none of the chosen ones in the dungeon has returned.

Even a few people who specially arranged special props are no exception.

Clearly, it was a total annihilation.

Heroes need to be remembered, so countless people and their families gathered here again.

"Next, let us invite the families of these heroes and express our sincerest thanks to them!"

The veteran military commander in his 70s has gray hair, wears reading glasses, has experienced too many battles, and his figure is no longer as tall and straight as when he was young.

But he was still sonorous and forceful, and insisted on hosting it himself, but his voice was unavoidably choked.

Zhang Junzuo is the best friend!He was the one who dragged Zhang Junzuo, who was still a firefighter, into the military.

The decades of friendship between the two can imagine his current mood.

I still remember back then, what the two of them liked most was squatting shoulder to shoulder at a roadside stall, eating steamed stuffed buns with shrimp paste.

Thinking about it, the old Jun Shuai's eyes were moist, and tears flowed slowly unstoppably.

When he was on the battlefield that year, a shell exploded right next to him, one eardrum was perforated, and dozens of pieces of shrapnel were pierced all over his body. He did not shed tears.

The main force retreated, and he led a few brothers to stop thousands of enemy troops. He persisted until the last second when he ran out of ammunition and food. When he jumped off the river and rushed down, he did not shed tears.

In the earthquake relief, for a child who was buried under the ruins, his hands were dripping with blood, and when he could almost see the bones, he did not shed tears.

In the task of fighting floods, he personally led hundreds of men regardless of dissuasion, shouldering shoulders hand in hand, using human flesh as a dam, and resisting natural disasters with perseverance, he did not shed tears.

But at this moment, his eyes couldn't stop being blurred.

It's just that the old military commander didn't notice it with his unblemished eyes.

The family members who were supposed to be on stage were all stunned, staring blankly at the stage.

On the originally empty stage, dozens of figures appeared at some point.

"You are Zuo Jing's nephew, Little Monkey! You look so much like your uncle! You will grow old after more than ten years!" The old military commander grabbed Zhang Zuojing's hand at the front and said with emotion .

Zhang Zuojing:? ? ?

Dazed, I never thought that what I encountered when I came out of the dungeon was this kind of scene, and said in amazement:

"Brother, what nonsense are you talking about, my nephew is only thirty, what an old fart!"

"Sakyo? Are you alive?"

The old military commander's eyes widened in astonishment.

"Of course I didn't die, not only I didn't die, but all the [-] chosen ones came back!"

"Great! Great!"

The old military commander's face showed ecstasy, and the whole auditorium burst into ear-splitting cheers. The family members of the chosen ones finally came to their senses, and excitedly rushed to the stage to reunite with their families.

"Uncle! It's great that you're fine!"

Zhang Zuojing's nephew was full of excitement and burst into tears.

His parents died in the aid vehicle for earthquake relief and was destroyed by mudslides, and they have been with his uncle ever since.

For him, the uncle is even unmarried so far, how could he not be excited to see the uncle now.

"Not only am I okay, but I've also reaped a lot of benefits! This time, Huaguo really made a lot of money!"

Zhang Zuojing said with emotion, looked at his nephew, and couldn't help adding:

"It would be even better if you could bring me a niece and daughter-in-law back!"

"Uncle, why are you mentioning this on such a happy day!" Zhang Zuojing's nephew was full of embarrassment, his uncle's urging of marriage is really pervasive!

"You brat!" Zhang Zuojing slapped his nephew on the back of the head angrily, and looked around. When he saw the mourning hall on the high platform, especially his portrait, the corners of his mouth twitched. To the old military commander:

"Old classmate, old chief, what kind of operation is this? It looks quite unique!"

"This... I want to say, this is a welcome ceremony, do you believe it?"

The old Junshuai blushed, which was a bit too embarrassing.

It wasn't just Zhang Zuojing's relatives and friends who were pleasantly surprised, the other chosen ones in the distance also embraced each other and cried. One chosen one hugged his daughter and said excitedly:

"Little padded jacket, dad is back, hurry up and kiss dad, are you happy?"

The little guy was only three or four years old. He obviously didn't know what his father had gone through, so he pouted and kissed his father's face with displeasure.

"What's the matter, is my little padded jacket unhappy?" the chosen one asked curiously.

"Father..." The little guy pouted, and asked with some uncertainty: "Will my daughter still have dinner later?"

The entire hall fell into silence for an instant, and then everyone burst into laughter.

It's not that the little padded jacket is unhappy, it's obvious that the little padded jacket is leaking air!

"Eat! You must eat! Stay for a celebration banquet!"

Zhang Zuojing laughed and said, then looked at the military commander, and said solemnly:

"This time, it is indeed a resurrection from the dead, a real rebirth! However, it is not only me, but the entire country of Hua! The one hundred thousand voters will make the country of Hua fearless from now on! From now on, our enemies, Only horror world!"

"Is this true?" The old military commander's eyes lit up, and he said:

"What about the chosen ones from other countries, such as the undead side, the country of cherry blossoms and the country of stars and stripes, they are all powerful countries of the chosen ones! Even if the world of horror is pressing on their heads, they are not very honest."

"Sakura? Stars and stripes? Undead? What's that?"

Zhang Zuojing showed a touch of extreme confidence on his face, and said lightly:

"From today, there are three types of selectors in the horror world, those chosen by Huaguo, and those chosen by others!"

After the words fell, a turbulent ghostly aura gushed out from Zhang Zuojing's body, and an astonishing aura spread out.

Seeing Zhang Zuojing let go of his aura, the dozens of other candidates who had just come out were naturally no exception. Immediately, gusts of wind howled, and the entire auditorium was filled with a faint ghostly aura.

The old military commander only felt a huge pressure coming, and the old friend in front of him seemed to have turned into a terrifying monster, but he didn't have any substantive feelings.

However, the presence is not without chosen ones.

For example, Zhang Zuojing's nephew is not only a chosen one, but also a talented and extraordinary chosen one. He is only one step away from entering the ghost realm.

But at this time, he opened his mouth wide and his face was full of shock.

The uncle who was just an ordinary person before, now has countless times stronger than himself.

He only used a few dungeons to reach the level of evil spirits, and he has been trained by the military. This time, he was ordered to never enter the hegemony dungeon, just to save this genius seed.

But uncle, it's just a copy, the terrifying aura on this body.

Ghost Realm!And it's not just an ordinary ghost, it's probably not far from a fierce ghost.

What's even more frightening is that among the dozens of people who came back, without exception, the worst ones were all ghost-level!

Ghost class!In the Zhatian Gang, they can all be regarded as absolute masters, and those who are stronger can even squeeze into the upper echelons.

As a key training target of the military, he naturally knows a lot of information that other selectees don't know. According to the analysis of the military today, there will be no more than five selectees in the world who have reached the rank of soldier, and at most a hundred fierce ones.

There may be a little more ghosts, but there are only two to three thousand people, this is the whole world!Scattered to the country, even if it is one of the best in Huaguo, there are only one or two hundred people in the ghost class.

And here, there are dozens of people!It's just people from the military near Shangjing. If all the candidates can be selected this time, only half of them can reach this level.

Fifty thousand ghosts, cherry blossoms, stars and stripes, undead, what is that?

"Good! Good! Good!" The old military marshal yelled three times, his excitement was beyond words, but soon, he seemed to remember something, and said in doubt:

"Didn't you say that there are three types of candidates? Is there another type?"

"The last one..." Zhang Zuojing's eyes revealed an unconcealable shock, and he said solemnly: