Gamers Are Fierce

Night, Goose City.

"Three shifts in the child's time, nothing happened--"

The watchman holding the lantern walked alone on the deserted and quiet street, knocking the gong to tell the time.

The sound of the gong was dull, startled away the wild cat that was rummaging in the low and shallow ditch, and panicked into the dark alley.

Suddenly, a faint wind blew over the guard's head. He was suddenly startled and interrupted the half-yawn. He hurriedly looked up, only to see the cornices of the tall buildings and the deep night.

The husband suddenly remembered the weird rumors circulating in the market, and couldn't help but shiver, and hurriedly fled the street in three steps in two.

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County government prison.

It was late at night, and the five jailers all stayed in the room by the door of the dungeon.

Normally, the jailers should have gone to sleep, leaving one person to watch the night.

But tonight, knowing that a demon white lotus might come to robbery, where can I sleep peacefully,

Wearing leather armor, holding a knife, and shackled around their waists, they hid in the corner of the room, and then the candlelight placed in the middle of the room stared at the door tremblingly.

The blades in their hands were all called by Ma Bangde from the Wu Dewei Armory, wrapped with sheets of talisman paper,

Even a mortal, holding a knife can hurt a monster with a lower cultivation base.

A young jailer licked his chapped lips and cursed in a low voice, "Damn, Wang Liu, a foolish fellow, actually relied on himself as a nephew to catch his head and said that he would not be sick. Leave us a few top tanks."

Another person also complained: "The county grandfather also, knowing that the demon Bailian might come over, let us jailer guard here."

"It's OK, just say a few words less."

The eldest prisoner scowled his face and reprimanded: "The prince of food, the worry of the prince,

In the surrounding counties’ prisons, none of them are shabby, cramped, and filthy laborious. They also cut the jailer’s food and salary for two days.

Only the Goose City under the rule of Ma County can be regarded as the Southern Wind of Life Insurance, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

In the past few years, the county magistrate has served us well.

How can a demon who doesn't know whether he will come, abandon his duties and flee in fear? "

The head of the cell paused, scanned the slight ashamed expression on his face, and said in a low voice: "Not to mention,

If the Siemens Taoist leader is really powerful,

Then maybe this prison is the safest place in Goose City..."

Before the words fell, an unnamed yin wind blew in through the crack of the door.

The candlelight trembled and swayed, and finally went out,

The room fell into silence and dimness.

All the jailers fought a cold battle together, and seemed to be able to see the terrified expressions on each other's faces.

"The bright moon shines, the dark wind blows the willow alley, whoever wants to love, the stern bride—"

The faint female singing seemed to sound outside the prison, tactfully and gracefully, melodious and misty, gradually high-pitched,

The icy chill seemed to penetrate the thick stone wall and penetrate into the heart and lungs of the jailer.

"The bright moon shines, the soul sways in the wind, the night is deeper, and the fog is colder—"

The singing stopped abruptly, everything was silent,

The next second, the heavy iron-clad wooden door of the prison was slammed open.

The huge iron lock hung on the inside of the door flew out horizontally, hitting the ground with a dull sound.

The cell head's complexion changed abruptly. Although the heart beats violently and was about to burst, but the body listened to instinct, rushed to the door with a long sword, kicked open the door, and stopped in the not-so-wide prison corridor.

The terrain of the entire prison is slightly lower than that of Goose City. From the main entrance of the prison, one needs to walk down six steps to reach the prison.

Then in the deserted moonlight, the cell head clearly saw a strange figure standing on the top of the steps.

It seemed to be a man, dressed in black, with his hands hanging straight on his side,

He was tall and thin, with a strange white face, huge eyes and heavy eyebrows, but he had a small cherry mouth.

The overall face contour is cylindrical, and the stiff limbs are extremely slender compared to the body.

Not like a living person, but like...

During the burial, the paper men died together.

"The wandering soul walks all over, on the quiet road, looking for a substitute--"

The male paper man opened his little cherry mouth, tilted his head, and sang like a stage star.

Twisting the stiff and weird body, step by step down the steps, stepping slowly,

The head of the cell felt his liver and gallbladder split, the long knife in his hand trembling constantly, he subconsciously stepped backwards half a step, and did not dare to look back, so he could only shout in a trembling voice: "Siemens Chief Executive! Siemens!"

no respond.

At the innermost side of the prison, the cell prepared for Wu Hu and the director of Siemens was silent.

The strange song awakened the prisoners in the entire cell, and the prisoners on the side of the prison door were scared and yelled.

The prisoner inside the cell was unknown, so he could only retract into the corner and cover himself with a mattress.

Step on, step on.

The paper man points to the ground and floats into the dark corridor,

Wherever he went, the candle hung on the beam went out instantly.

Death was close at hand, but the pale-faced cell head clenched the long knife tightly, stepped forward half a step, and roared: "Pretend to be a ghost, die!"

The long knife slammed down,

"Tear",

The head of the paper man was divided into two halves, drooping on the shoulders on both sides, and in the open chest cavity, there seemed to be a thick cloud of mist hovering around.

The head was chopped off, the paper man stopped abruptly, slowly raised his arms,

Supporting the two halves of the head with both palms, suddenly folded his hands towards the middle, abruptly bringing the split paper heads together.

The face that was originally weird and inhuman was even more shriveled and deformed.

The paper man squeezed out a bright smile, raised his arms, and the paper palms grabbed the cell’s head and neck with lightning speed.

With his shriveled head close to the past, he opened his mouth, and slowly exhaled a thick black mist, drifting towards the cell head slowly.

At this time, several jailers had rushed out of the room and squeezed into the corridor. Seeing that the chief was strangled by a tall man, he was too afraid to scream and hack with knives.

The paper man was disturbed, his body was still, but his neck turned 180 degrees, his shriveled head smiled and looked at the jailers.

呲——

The sound of a balloon leaking from the paper body,

In the cracks of the knife marks all over the body, thick smoke gushed out frantically, and finally gathered on the ceiling of the prison, condensing but not scattered.

And the rough-made paper body slumped lightly and turned into a thin layer of paper people.

The jailers looked up at the billowing black smoke, and stood still, dumbfounded.

"It's right, the time to kill--"

Muddy murmurs came from the black smoke,

The entire layer of smoke rolled back towards the jailer in the corridor like a large net overwhelming the sky.

Just when several people thought they were about to die,

"Squeak",

The cell door at the corner of the cell ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ opened.

The short-haired Taoist man in a crane cloak pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the cell with a calm and calm expression. He only glanced at the black smoke and raised his hand.

An imperceptible golden light broke out from his hand, rushing through the air, stabbing black smoke.

The scream was deafening, and the black smoke disappeared instantly.

A weasel the size of a dog fell from the ceiling of the prison and landed on a paper skin. It happened to be nailed to the forehead with a soul-suppressing nail dedicated to Wude guardsmen.

"Illusory magic is just a beast."

The short-haired Taoist shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse, "The pet was killed and the owner, won't you come out to preside over justice?"

Suddenly, in a dark corner that no one noticed, a thin figure dressed in night clothes sprang out, with the pale blue poisoned dagger in his hand, quietly stabbing the Taoist's heart.

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