Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

Except for the puppet master, the other Western employees of Weird Production Company came back in disgrace.

In a secret room, the kerosene lamp flickered with dim candlelight, and the atmosphere was dull.

Writer Hill's expression was dull. She was holding the notebook in her hand, her eyes were red, she was curled up on the sofa, sobbing from time to time, as pitiful as a wounded little animal.

"Why...why, that guy Lope, he actually rebelled, he actually beat me, wuwuwu..."

"Isn't this something easy to foresee? The puppet master has long been tired of this kind of work. He chose freedom, even if the price is death."

The person who spoke was the painter.

He wears a white shirt on his upper body and brown trousers on his lower body. He has a high nose bridge, thin lips, sunken eye sockets, heavy dark circles, and a sub-healthy state. He has long hair and wears black-rimmed glasses.

This middle-aged man with a rather bookish appearance was sitting on the sofa, twirling a yellowed photo with his slender fingertips.

In the photo, the five producers of Weird Games are taking a group photo.

The puppet master in the group photo has an indifferent expression and puts his hands in his pockets, deliberately keeping a little distance from the other Westerners. It seems that he has never recognized this job in his heart.

The geisha sighed: "If the clown hadn't complained this time, which made the boss suspicious of the puppet master, he wouldn't have acted so quickly. What I mean is that our plan was so careful and would fail. It turned out that there was something wrong internally. traitor."

The painter glared at the geisha: "It's just a little bit close. If you persist for just one more minute, I will have completed the masterpiece!"

Speaking of this, the geisha became angry: "I have obviously taken advantage of Lin En, but who knew that his dead snail could not defeat me in terms of ability. My ability was completely ineffective in front of her, and even my All weapons are lost!"

Her body trembled with anger: "This Linn is so difficult to kill, I have a psychological shadow now!"

At this moment, the door to the room was pushed open, and a blood-red beam of light came in.

The three producers immediately fell silent and looked at the door of the room at the same time.

The clown, wearing a mask, smeared with red and blue paint, and still smiling funny, appeared at the door of the room.

He spread his hands, bent down, and said respectfully: "Boss, please come in..."

Writer Hill immediately wiped away his tears and jumped up from the sofa.

The geisha and the painter also stood up at the same time and lowered their heads to show respect.

"Bah chirp, chirp chirp chirp..."

At the door of the room, a smooth tentacle as thick as a python was dragging on the ground, making a strange sound. It stretched out from the door. What was strange was that the tip of this tentacle grew like branches. On each side branch, there is a bloody fruit hanging on each branch.

If you look carefully, you can find that these blood agate-like fruits are very similar in size, like a planet. As expected, they are all blue originally.

But a fruit on the edge of the tentacle is still blue, but the surface is slightly bloodshot. Among these bloody fruits, this fruit is unique!

The strange boss swept in front of the Western producers one by one. He finally stopped in front of the geisha and did not move away for a long time. Then he let out a low murmur, which reached the geisha's ears.

She felt like her mind was being stirred by a needle, causing severe pain. She couldn't help but kneel in front of the boss, holding her head and moaning in pain.

The clown said coldly: "The boss said that the puppet master dared to rebel. He is dead. Besides, I heard that you were tortured by a snail, so your existence is meaningless. I don't need a useless attribute." Down."

After saying that, the tip of the tentacle slowly landed on the geisha's heart!

The geisha trembled with fear, looked at the others as if asking for help, and begged: "Boss, please give me another chance. Don't believe what the clown says. I'm still useful. I'm going to find Lin En now to fight!"

The painter withstood the pressure and said: "Boss, the geisha is loyal to you, please consider her loyalty and give her a chance!"

Writer Hill also wanted to speak and plead for the geisha.

Available in the next moment!

"No! No! Ahhh!"

The geisha let out a painful scream. Her heart was pierced by the tentacle on the spot, and her skin was dyed red with blood. She knelt on the ground weakly, her pupils full of unwillingness and despair. She could feel that her own Life is running out fast!

Her blood was sucked out by the tentacle, and then blended into the hanging bloody fruits. The blood on the surface of these mysterious fruits like red agate became even richer!

The geisha's beautiful face was decaying rapidly, and countless wrinkles appeared on the surface of her skin. She seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant, and the divinity in her entire body had been sucked away.

Her light blue eyes lost their luster, tears and wrinkles rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and she uttered the last murmur:

"If I had known...I would have rebelled...you damn...monster..."

The geisha's voice stopped suddenly, and only a hoarse gasp came out of her throat.

Her body began to shrink, like a sponge that had been squeezed dry. She fell to the ground, struggled twice, and finally lost all her vitality.

The geisha has fallen. A powerful fierce god-level producer has no power to resist in front of the boss!

"what...."

The writer's face turned pale with fright, and she almost screamed, but she forcibly covered her mouth, not daring to look at the geisha's miserable condition, and shed tears of sadness in her pale golden eyes!

The painter closed his eyes and sighed silently.

The tentacle was raised, staring at the other three like a ruthless god!

He uttered a low murmur, like an ancient call. This time, the tone of his murmur was particularly long!

The writer and painter's pupils dilated, their bodies trembled, and they looked at the clown at the same time.

Only he can understand what the boss says.

As a translator, the clown repeated what the boss meant: "The boss said that if Linn is not dead, this will be your fate!"

After Linn defeated the two makers, the painter and the geisha, the mirror world that originally trapped him began to shrink and fold. The world in front of him gradually changed, and a strong flash of light made him unable to open his eyes.

Lin En put his arms around the shoulders of Xiaowo and Weisi, waiting for the world in the mirror to dissipate.

When he looked outside clearly again, he was surrounded by his own ghosts on three levels inside and three outside. The gap in the middle was the red ceiling of the theater.

Lin En realized that he was lying on the stage of the theater, but he didn't feel his head was pounding at all. Instead, he felt limp. Two fleshy short legs were resting on the back of his head, and he was being kneaded by a pair of small hands. Lin En's temples helped him relieve his dizziness and discomfort.

Lin En looked up and saw Weiss holding her little face in her hands, looking at him in surprise!

Lin En said weakly: "Weiss, thank you~"

Weisi's eyes were red: "It's okay, it's fine if the master wakes up. Weisi is so afraid that you won't wake up!"

Lin En hurriedly touched here and there. When he found that his arms and legs that had just been severed by the painter in the mirror world were restored, Lin En breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself:

"Huh...Fortunately, the painter is not a ruthless person like me. If I were him, I would tear off the third leg first!"

At this moment, Lin En fumbled for a hard, round object on his waist.

He lifted up his clothes and took a look, only to see the fierce god-level prop, the watery moon in the mirror, and the handle of the mirror, which was inserted into the belt around his waist!

Lin En was greatly surprised and immediately pulled it out, picked it up and waved it in front of her face twice!

Immediately there were faint ripples in the mirror. The light on the mirror was discernible, and it was obvious that there was no damage at all!

Linn gently wiped the surface of the mirror.

This fierce prop is perfect for Wanqing to use as a makeup mirror!

Just when Lin En was attracted by the ferocious god-level props, Xiao Wo next to him sighed: "Hai, I originally thought I could eat your meal, but unfortunately, I was disappointed again!"

Linn half-jokingly said: "Definitely next time!"

"Woo, Master, you are finally back. I'm sorry that we failed to take care of your safety. After you return, you will be punished in any way you want!"

The snow girl came up and threw herself on Lin En's chest, her rabbit-like red eyes full of worry.

Ming Gui was excited and shed tears, "Great, I'm such a useless fool. I couldn't prevent the master from being dragged into the mirror world, and let the lady in the red wedding dress fight the clowns alone!"

Guilt and unwillingness suddenly arose in Minggui's heart, and he had a strong desire to be promoted to a fierce god!

Lin En was keenly aware of the second half of Ming Gui's words. He looked at the crowd uneasily. Sure enough, he didn't see that familiar red figure in the crowd!

He sat up suddenly, held Minggui's shoulders, suppressed his emotions, and asked in the calmest and fastest words: "Minggui, what did you say! Where is Wanqing...?!"

The fateful ghost said with shame: "I'm sorry, Master. In order to stop the clown, Red Wedding Dress, the writer, and the puppeteer delayed us for time and chose to drag them into her vicious ghost realm. They haven't come out yet."

"One against three, Wanqing is in danger..."

Lin En's mind was empty. All he could think about now was Ye Wanqing's safety. He really couldn't imagine what he would be like if he lost Ye Wanqing.

If there are any shortcomings in Wanqing, I want the entire Weird Company to go crazy for you alone!

Lin En pondered for a moment and gave the order:

"Xiaowo, chase Hong Wedding Dress for me and take me there!"

Xiaowo was also very worried about Hong Wedding Dress's safety, and without any hesitation, she grabbed Lin En's hand and prepared to track Hong Wedding Dress!

Just when Xiaowo was about to carry out Lin En's order.

"Stab!"

The space on the stage was like a curtain, and a gap was forcibly opened. At the other end, a blood-stained red wedding dress and the figure of the puppet master with a cold expression appeared at the other end of the gap!

When Ye Wanqing saw Lin En in the crowd, her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief at first, and then her nose became sore, and she felt a strong urge to cry. The injuries she had suffered before seemed to no longer hurt at this moment. She held up the hem of her wedding dress and pounced on Lin En!

Lin En also had tears in her eyes, spread her arms, and ran towards Ye Wanqing!

"Wanqing!"

"Husband!"

Lin En and Hong Wedding Yi saw each other almost at the same time. Seeing that the other's life was not in danger, they both threw themselves at each other, and then hugged each other tightly!

Lin En heartbrokenly wiped the blood from Ye Wanqing's temples, and said with a choked voice: "Wanqing, you are injured. Let's go back to the Ghost Castle, where we can heal your injuries."

Ye Wanqing pulled Lin En's shoulders and squeezed tears from the corners of her eyes: "I thought I would never see you again, husband!"

Lin En hugged Ye Wanqing tightly: "Gua Wazi, who am I? How can something happen to me? It's you, why are you so stupid? You can obviously fight side by side with the original witch, Ming Gui and the others."

Ye Wanqing said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, I won't take such risks in the future."

There seemed to be endless sweet words between the two, comforting each other's frightened hearts.

at the same time.

Ming Gui, Xiao Wo and others all saw the puppet master following Hong Wedding Yi!

The Wisdom Witch narrowed her eyes slightly: "Why is the puppet master here? There is no reason. Where are the clown and the writer?"

"The clown ran away with the writer," the puppeteer explained.

Nali clapped her hands and said excitedly: "Great, three of them beat one, and Red Wedding Dress even captured one. Will the other side play with it?"

The fateful ghost said fiercely: "Puppet Master, your death is coming!"

Xiaowo grinned: "Jiejiejie, Xiaowo, I have another target to torture!"

They immediately rushed forward, preparing to press the puppet master to the ground like a criminal, one on the left and the other on the right!

"I know you don't like me, so please don't slap me in the face. Before I die, I don't want to look too ugly."

The puppet master was also an old god. He squatted on the spot with his head in his hands, ready to receive a severe beating!

Just when Xiaowu picked up the snail shell and was about to smash it on the puppet master's body!

Lin En and Ye Wanqing shouted out almost at the same time: "Stop! He is one of our own!"

Xiaowo almost didn't react: "Ah? He is one of our own, right?!"

Ye Wanqing closed her eyes and said, "Before this assassination operation started, the puppet master sent us a dangerous signal in his own way. He even stabbed writer Hill in the back in the Fierce God's Ghost Domain. On my side, otherwise, I would be dead now."

Yu Ruoxi shook her head: "He is the producer, and he is also an undercover agent placed by Mr. Lin En within the producer? No, no, no, my brain is going to be burned out!"

Long Yi raised his chin and said seriously: "As expected of Mr. Lin En, he has unparalleled methods and countless back-up tricks, and he even reached out to the ranks of producers. No wonder I, the fierce god of the Yasha clan, chose to let Mr. Lin En specially Look after us.”

Lin En's old face turned red after being praised by Long Yi.

This Long Yi is really super capable of brainstorming!

When the puppet master heard the name of banishing Yaksha, his eyes narrowed invisibly, as if he was remembering something.

Lin En came over and helped the puppet master up: "Puppet master Lopez, you saved my wife's life. I owe you a favor. Since you can't go back, why not join my camp and become a ghost master?" , I am so lacking in elite ghost masters like you!"