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

"Guji... Guji..."

In the dark abandoned corridor, many giant insect pupae wrapped around the girl trembled slightly, making the sound of touching limbs as their limbs stretched, and red lines of sight lit up from the shells of the pupae.

"Ahhhh!!!"

This horrific scene made the ignorant little girl suddenly frightened into confusion. Her face turned pale. This terrifying monster or ghost made her cover her eyes and did not dare to look. She squatted on the ground and cried in fear.

"Uuuu, there is a bad uncle who wants to catch me, don't catch me, is there anyone, come and save me!"

The painter grinned, with a hint of madness in his eyes: "Don't worry, children, you are like the background of a perfect painting, and will be eternal with the painting itself. Isn't this a supreme honor?"

"Swipe brush-"

After saying that, the painter dipped his brush into the brown viscous paint, and skillfully used the brush to draw a few strokes in mid-air. The moment his wrist shook, the direction of the paint was actually suspended in mid-air, gradually forming a pattern.

The painter's brush seems to have a mysterious ability to turn the paintings into real entities.

It was a suspended pupa, exactly the same as the pupae hanging behind him. The disgusting pupa cracked a gap, and juice flowed out. It hung above the little girl's head, like choosing a person. And the devouring monster!

The painter shook his wrist, looked solemn, and bowed with one hand: "I'm done. Thank you for your dedication to art!"

Just when the chrysalis was about to open its cracks and wrap up and swallow the poor little loli.

"laugh--"

A pure white thread gushes out from the ground without any warning. Although the slender thread is very thin, it is as sharp as a blade. It cuts through the disgusting pupa, splits it into tiny pieces, and then splits into pieces. , the broken chrysalis is still wriggling and struggling, as if it is alive.

The painter pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and murmured: "This is a familiar operation... It seems that an old friend has arrived."

On the ground, a combination of pure white silk threads condensed and turned into a thin humanoid figure. The figure gradually solidified. The puppet master Lope stood beside the little girl.

He shook his hand slightly, gathered the silk threads connected to his slender fingers, and outlined his handsome face:

"I hope I'm not late."

"Hmm...are you saved..."

The little girl saw that the chrysalis that was about to swallow her was turned into pieces. She was so frightened that she kept gasping loudly and even stammered when speaking.

Lope put his slender and strong hands on the little girl's shoulders and comforted her: "It's okay. Big brother is a good person. He's here to save you. Stand behind me."

The little girl opened her eyes wide in confusion, and immediately saw the handsome Lope, who was wearing a ghost master uniform. Although she didn't know who the big brother in front of her was, she recognized the ghost master medal on his chest.

"Wow! Big brother, save me, that bad guy, he wants to catch me and do some very bad experiments!"

The little girl was frightened and hurriedly hid behind Lope, hugging Lope's thigh, and looked fearfully at the middle-aged painter who wore black-rimmed glasses and had a cold temperament.

The puppet master knelt down and wiped the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes, and said with a smile: "It's okay, little guy, I'll take you to a safe place first. Promise big brother, don't be afraid, okay?"

"Yeah, brother, you must defeat this bad uncle until his mother doesn't recognize him!" The little girl choked and nodded, waving her little fists, and looking at the painter angrily!

"Okay, brother promises you!"

The puppet master used treacherous threads to wrap the little girl up and then disappeared into the ground.

"Goodbye big brother!"

Faintly, the little girl's shout can also be heard.

During the whole process, the painter did not stop him, he just watched quietly.

After Lope sent the little girl away, he stood up again and looked at the painter: "What should I do? If you promise the child, you should do it. How about you sacrifice and let me beat him into a pig's head?"

The painter looked at the puppeteer, and the puppeteer looked at the painter with interest.

Finally, the painter broke the silence. He narrowed his eyes, a chill flashed through the brown pupils behind the frame, and said:

"You are here, how should I call you, Puppet Master Lopez, or Ghost Controller Lopez?"

The puppet master lifted the hair from his forehead and said with a smile: "It's up to you, my former colleague, how are you doing recently? I see you're doing well. Are you planning to target Lin En with such a big deal? "

Lope pointed to the insect chrysalis hanging behind the painter.

The painter said calmly: "To be honest, it's not good. Because of your betrayal, the boss gave us an ultimatum to kill Lin En, but it's not easy. But you, you look a lot more cheerful, and you seem to adapt well here. life?"

"Ha ha ha ha...."

Lope laughed heartily.

"At least I'm free and no longer have to be forced to do things I don't want to do. Painter, I know that what you did was forced. Now, you still have a chance to stop and join us. Lynn will definitely I’ll try my best to help you get rid of the inner demon mark!”

"He is a man who can create miracles!" Lopez emphasized.

The painter said coldly: "Create a miracle, these words don't seem to come from your mouth... It seems that you have really changed, but that's fine. When I kill you later, there won't be too many Psychological burden.”

Lope's pupils shrank: "Kill me, painter? Are you crazy or am I crazy? I thought that with our friendship..."

The painter was silent for a moment, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You are wrong, I was not coerced. This is what I want to do, create perfect works of art. Whoever stops me is my enemy. Now, you take the initiative He has come to the opposite side of me. Sorry, the boat of friendship has overturned!"

The painter's slender fingertips secretly squeezed the brush so tightly that his knuckles turned blue.

The puppeteer saw the insect chrysalis hanging behind the artist and taunted him: "So your artwork is just a feast of insects?"

After hearing this, the painter became anxious, and his tone was raised an octave, like a mental illness. Madman explained: "No one understands me! That's right! You also think I am a mental illness. You don't understand what a perfect creature a bug is. !!!"

Lope rubbed his chin: "So...why wasn't your original codename Biologist?"

Lope's repeated complaints made the artist's inner defenses break down, and the artist's veins popped out, and he wanted to crush Lope to death immediately.

Lope, who was observing the painter's micro-expression, laughed: "You're in a hurry, you're in a hurry!"

Faced with Lope's ridicule, the painter gradually regained his composure: "You have learned bad things from that Lin En now. You want me to lose my mind. It's impossible."

Lope shrugged helplessly: Okay, it seems you really want to touch me today. Wait, is this considered office violence? "