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

"catch me!"

Lin En grabbed Hill's hand from mid-air. At this moment, her expression was extremely painful. The demon mark between her eyebrows was constantly eroding her mental body. Even the simplest flight was impossible. arrive.

The painter on the other side could barely flutter the wings behind his back and landed on the rooftop.

"I...am I never able to write any more works...wuwu, I don't want to die...I haven't received everyone's approval yet. Many people haven't read the stories I wrote. Woolen cloth!"

Hill, who had long light blue hair and light golden eyes, squatted on the ground. She realized that her life was about to end, but she regretted that it was not completed. Her tears fell.

The painter was also sitting in the corner, raising his right hand. His fingers were trembling due to the severe pain in his head, and his vision was very blurry.

The painter suddenly smiled with relief: "How can I paint with such hands?"

Painters and writers are producers who have a stubborn pursuit of art. They are not afraid of death, but regret that they have not completed more perfect works.

Everyone came to the rooftop and watched this scene quietly.

I saw the lives of these two producers begin to fade away.

Lin En got them in one day, but now he had to make a choice. At the same time, he could only enter one person's inner demon seal to solve the other person's inner demons. Even so, he might not be able to succeed.

Who to save?

Lin En was caught in a tangle. On the one hand, the painter's fighting ability was lacking, and he was more valuable than little Loli Hill. But on the other hand, poor Hill also made Lin feel hesitant.

He wanted to have them all, but he couldn't separate himself and couldn't save another person.

In terms of time, there can be no further delay. Linn must make a decision.

Soon, he made his decision.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the painter.

When the writer Hill on the side saw this scene, a flash of gloom flashed in her eyes. She lowered her head as if resigned to her fate and stopped talking.

Lin En spread his hands helplessly: "Painter, I can only save you and give up Hill."

The painter reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at the banished Yaksha behind Lin En, as well as Hong Wedding Yi and other fierce god-level, S+-level powerful ghosts.

He shook his head: "Unexpectedly, it turned out to be to banish Yaksha. No wonder, I didn't see the appearance of Red Wedding Dress from beginning to end. If the boss didn't show up this time, I think banishing Yaksha should be used to deal with me... .As expected, I can’t beat you.”

Lin En nodded: "Indeed, it was my back-up plan to banish Yasha. Now that he has been exposed, the boss you call him will not dare to come again without accumulating enough strength."

The painter looked up at Lin En:

"Lynn... you know, why should I choose you? Because you gave me the opportunity to choose. You gave me hope of defeating the boss. I can't defeat him, but you can. You have great potential." hope!"

Lin En frowned: "Painter, it will not be good for you to delay like this. I want to enter your inner demon seal and save you."

The painter waved his hand and rejected Linn: "No...don't save me, go save the writer Hill, she deserves to be saved, and I...after I became a producer, I did too much...too much It’s an unforgivable thing. After all these years, I think it’s time for me to atone.”

He looked at the red wedding dress with helpless eyes.

"Miss Red Wedding Dress, do you still remember that you have a devour trick? You can devour other ghosts to enhance your own strength. Devour me...my power can be used by you."

"Are you serious?"

When Hong Wedding Dress heard this, her breathing quickened. If she swallowed a strange fairy, her strength would become stronger. At the very least, she would be a flawed fairy. This was a temptation that she could not resist.

Hong Wedding Dress immediately set her sights on Lin En and devoured the painter. It didn't have any psychological burden on her, but she only listened to Lin En.

Lin En was also quite excited in his heart. If Hong Wedding Yi could become a fairy-level existence, it would be a huge gain for him, and he would also trust Hong Wedding Yi more.

Even so, Lin En still said calmly: "Painter, why don't you give it a try and let me save you?"

The painter smiled: "My inner demon is unmatched by anyone. Even if I try, the probability of failure is still very high. If I fail, both Hill and I will be gone. You will get nothing from the bamboo basket. So, let the red wedding dress engulf me now, That’s the optimal solution.”

Linn was silent for a moment and looked at the writer Hill beside him.

Painter: "I know what you are thinking, just follow your inner choice."

Lin En nodded: "I agree with you, Wanqing, devour the painter and don't make him suffer too much."

Hong Wedding Dress nodded and came to the painter, "I will make good use of your strength."

The painter showed a relieved smile, "In this way, I will have no regrets. You must defeat the boss."

The process of swallowing up the red wedding dress takes a certain amount of time, especially since the painter is at the level of a weird fairy, and the energy is too huge. Even if he is completely unprepared and lets go and let the red wedding dress devour him, the process will be very long.

Lin En could only let the red wedding dress stay here to devour the painter. Just in case, he left the exiled Yaksha.

He himself turned around and came to the writer Hill.

At this moment, writer Hill was squatting on the ground, holding her hair, with a bloody inner demon mark emerging on her forehead.

Linn touched Hill's head: "Hill, the painter asked me to save you."

"Painter...you guy...why?" Hill was vaguely conscious, but she realized something. Tears flowed down her eyes, and she sobbed in a low voice.

Linn's fingers touched Hill's eyebrows.

The next moment, his spiritual body merged with Hill's consciousness and entered the world deep in Hill's heart where the inner demon seal was located.

.......

In an editor's office filled with books and bookcases.

An old man with a gray beard, wearing formal clothes and round-rimmed glasses was flipping through several pieces of paper filled with stories. Opposite him, a girl named Hill, wearing thin clothes, was waiting expectantly for the old man. of review.

The room was very quiet except for the sound of the old man flipping through the papers. After a while, the old man finished reading the story. He lit a cigarette and remained silent.

"Mr. Albert... do you think the revised manuscript can be passed?"

Hill's face was pale and nervous, and he asked cautiously, with expectation in his pale golden eyes.

The old man named Albert sighed and said, "I don't think it's good."

Hill's eyes dimmed, and he wanted to fight for it: "But...but, I have worked very hard and revised the manuscript several times according to the direction you mentioned. Even so, is it still impossible to pass the manuscript?"