absurd deduction game.

Chapter 128 I Don't Kill, But I Can Kill You

An annoyance faintly emerged from the bottom of Zhao Yijiu's heart.

"I'm really useless, I didn't even notice it."

He sighed softly, dealt with the gray clothes decisively, and walked towards the shadow on his own initiative.

For Zhao Yijiu, there are few words, but there are always many mental activities.

Just like now, when he walked over, he was thinking: "Since I was discovered because of my mistake, I should solve it and erase the loss caused by the mistake in time."

Dealing with Sombra is not a quiet thing. His initiative surprised Sombra, but his eyes were more malicious, and he quietly stretched out his withered claws.

Zhao Yijiu dodged and stabbed the black shadow in the stomach. Seeing that the black shadow became angry, he snorted coldly, turned around and ran behind the stairs of Naihe Bridge where there was no one there.

This black shadow transmitted sound into his ear alone, it was nothing more than greed, wanting to eat him alone.

And arrogant, evil.

Then, it will not mind if he finds a quiet place, so that it is more convenient for it to eat alone.

It was also more convenient for Zhao Yijiu to do it.

However, the two shadows walked together, the target was too big, and it was almost impossible to be silent.

Zhao Yijiu held the stop to kill, and said in his heart: Yu Xing.

As if hearing what he was thinking, a white-clothed ghost screamed at the right time: "The red-clothed men in the Underworld Hall are about to fight!"

The ghosts in Wangchuan hall suddenly rioted.

Fighting in red clothes is no small matter, I haven't seen it once in many years!
Immediately, the ghosts' attention was drawn to the Netherworld Hall, but before the excitement even took a second look, they were overwhelmed by a strange and frightening curse aura.

After several low-level ghosts died in an instant, a large wave of ghosts from the Underworld Hall flooded into the Wangchuan Hall again.

"Kill the ghost, kill the ghost!"

"Run!"

"Don't squeeze, okay, I'm going to be trampled flat..."

All of a sudden there was chaos, and no one had the energy to pay attention to Zhao Yijiu and the one-eyed shadow following Zhao Yijiu.

The corner of Zhao Yijiu's mouth twitched, and a subtle smile appeared under the mask, which was not noticed by anyone.

Standing in the shadow behind the stairs of Naihe Bridge, the white-faced black shadow following him let out a strange laugh.

"You are a smart living person. Believe me, being eaten by me alone must be much happier than being eaten separately."

Listening to the voice, this black shadow is a young male ghost, it sticks up like a shadow, its claws caressing Zhao Yijiu's neck: "What a fresh meat..."

Zhao Yijiu didn't dodge, he just stared at the black shadow's one eye at such a close distance, and said the first sentence he said to the ghost after the event started, with a firm tone: "You are very hostile to the living."

"Of course!" Heiying's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "Ordinary people have no taste at all, delicious food is just like you, always disobedient! I saw you using a sword, and you are also a ghost exorcist. Bar?"

Its nails are sharp, and its body is sometimes vacant and sometimes frozen, just like this uncapturable phantom.

"But you were human before."

Zhao Yijiu's voice was cold and unkind, but he hit the nail on the head.

Heiying was stunned for a moment, and suddenly suppressed a small laugh: "Hahahaha... how long has it been, how long has it been since I heard someone say that I used to be a human, hahahahahaha... the days of being a human are too short, I don't remember La."

"I don't remember exactly."

Hearing Hei Ying's indifferent ridicule, Zhao Yijiu's pupils flashed scarlet, and he stepped back when Hei Ying closed his nails, the nails only scratched a shallow bloodstain on his neck.

With a sneer in his throat, his eyes completely turned blood-colored, Zhi Sha was as black as ink, with many black phantoms across the tricky angle, "I don't kill people, but I can kill you."

……

Hearing the count counted by the ghosts, Yu Xing raised his eyebrows slightly.

He was the one who told Zhao Yijiu to harvest the points at the right time, but this amount still exceeded his expectation.

Huangquan Disco was originally the place with the most people, regardless of the number of seats, there were more than ten booths. Now all the ghosts have left, and most of them have gone to the Wangchuan Hall, and the Wangchuan Hall has become crowded.

It is difficult to kill ghosts in full view.

However, too many ghosts also gave Zhao Yijiu the opportunity to fish in troubled waters. He wanted to mix a murderer with a murder weapon into a grand stage play and kill an actor under the watchful eyes of tens of millions of audiences. None of them noticed who did it.

To strike when all the ghosts are not paying attention to themselves, and then retreat quietly, looking for the next victim...

Not all gamers can do it.

Even if the psychological quality is up to the standard and there is no corresponding agility, doing this kind of thing is a dead end. In Yu Xing's impression, among the people he knows, there are only less than ten people who meet the requirements.

Qu Xianqing's words would be very easy, Zhao Yijiu is barely qualified, a young junior from the Luo family, and the guy who used to pit him with flowers, and... an actor.

And Yu Xing himself - if you give him a sharp weapon.

In short, he believed that Zhao Yijiu was a qualified assassin, so he entrusted this task to the other party. Sure enough, Zhao Yijiu did not disappoint him.

This number of ghosts may not be all killed by Zhao Yijiu. When he deliberately caused a commotion and gave Zhao Yijiu a better hunting environment, other players could also take advantage of the chaos to kill some low-level ghosts.

But it's still very good, he believes, at least in the Wangchuan Hall, their group's income is the highest.

The only uncertainty was Zhu Ming and Zhang Xiangling in the Bi'an Hall. It was unknown to Yu Xing how much preparation these two had made when everyone else had gone to the second floor.

Even so, Yu Xing still smiled with satisfaction. Zhao Yijiu is more talented than he imagined. When Zhao Yijiu is promoted to the division level, they may continue to be teammates.

Hmm... The premise is that Zhao Mou doesn't take Zhao Yijiu away. After all, the Zhao family cultivated it, and the Zhao family couldn't use it.

On the other side, watching Yu Xing's commotion, DJ put down his phone and stared at him with piercing eyes.

Now that the Underworld Hall is free of ghosts, will he take the opportunity to check the vending machines?

Since Wangchuan Hall found that many ghosts had been killed, it had already regained its attention, and no longer paid attention to the dispute in red that had ended.

Now is a great time!

I tried my best to create such a gap, for the things in the vending machine, right?

However, Yu Xing did not do what she thought, but with the arrogance of a winner, he turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

I didn't sit down, I didn't go to the Wangchuan Hall or the Bi'an Hall, and I didn't get close to the vending machines.

He went to the toilet.

DJ: "...huh?"

However, even she didn't notice that at the junction of the Bi'an hall and the Huangquan hall, a woman in red was leaning against the wall, staring at Yu Xing's back with interest.

Her mask is a smiling face, and only the upper half, revealing a delicate chin and scarlet lips.

The two eyes on the mask are curved, giving people a very cunning feeling.

The woman in red held a glass of red wine in her hand, took a sip, and muttered with some regret: "Didn't you look at the vending machine? Isn't this one really..."

Yu Xing turned into the toilet and squinted his back against the wall, only seeing the hem of the woman's clothes.

"Hmm... Do you think the hiding place is hidden so I can't feel it?"

He had already found out.

So, women are scary, and so are female ghosts.

Didn't he just reject the invitation of this red-clothed ghost once? As for staring at him like this?
Yu Xing looked away, chuckled, and then his eyes fell on the last cubicle of the toilet.

(End of this chapter)