Believers of evil gods sneaked into my house, and san value went crazy

Is it asking the other party to give some obligatory help?

This is simply a language trap.

Foolishly followed the other party's words.

That's the real undoing.

and……

What is the purpose of the other party hiding himself in the world?

The other party seems to be immersed in their own role-playing.

as a member of the props.

All evil gods and sealed items are flattering each other and playing their own roles well.

Even the Skinner, one of the Skull Saints of yesteryear.

They all changed their identity to a store salesperson.

Look at the other person's professional appearance.

Where is there a hint of the appearance of an evil god believer?

The young boss didn't ask himself straight to the point.

This means...

In the eyes of the other party, he is also a prop in this game.

"I'm just a tool man?"

Wu Zhichao, who is good at seeing the overall situation, soon discovered the strange atmosphere around him.

Tools must have the value of tool existence.

on the machine.

No nut is useless.

He must bring himself into the feast of the game.

Before the other party gets bored and calls the pause button.

Wu Zhichao must persevere in his performance.

It can be described as a real one-shot to the end.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhichao coughed lightly, and then said:

"Old...boss, nice to meet you."

"I'm a ghost... a haunted house investor. Out of professional habits, I like to go shopping in grocery stores."

"You also know that running a haunted house requires a lot of props."

"It's too expensive to buy new ones, but the old ones are cheaper."

for this profession.

Wu Zhichao didn't just make it up on a whim.

If you compare the prison city to a haunted house.

Then the monsters detained in the cage are the props in the haunted house.

553 The tone of the haunted house is scary and eerie.

This is very consistent with the image of the prison city.

"Run a haunted house?"

Chen Feng took a step forward.

Seeing the other party's new movements, Takeshichao's heart began to beat violently.

He wanted to back off, but felt it would be impolite.

So he gritted his teeth and stood where he was.

But Chen Feng went straight to the shelf and began to rummage through it.

While looking for it, he murmured to himself:

"Before the haunted house in Lingzhou closed down, the boss sold me a lot of replacement items."

"A lot of them were sold in the middle, and I remember some more."

"Where is it?"

"Oh! I found it!"

But Chen Feng pulled it hard.

A collar full of steel nails was pulled out by the opponent.

The collar was mottled red, and the red spots on it were like blood that couldn't be washed off, making one feel intense discomfort.

Also, there are scary nails all around.

Haunted houses need special actors.

When dressing up, nature requires extreme exaggeration.

And this prop is the ornament worn on the neck of the followers of the haunted house named Killing in the past.

Chen Feng raised a smile, handed the props in his hand to Wu Zhichao, and said:

"Like it?"

Wu Zhichao looked at the collar in Chen Feng's hand and fell into deep thought.

What does the other party mean?

Only pets wear collars.

and so……

Is this a punishment for entering this place by mistake?

The punishment that belongs to him has finally arrived.

But never thought of...

The punishment is so severe.

reject?

Wu Zhichao looked around.

Countless eyes focused on him.

The vicious aura seemed to tear him into pieces.

Refusal is a dead end.

Wu Zhichao stood on the ground blankly.

It seems that the mind is under some kind of immeasurable pressure.

"Like it?"

Chen Feng looked at Fat Sheep kindly.

Pooh.

is a customer.

He asked again.

There is no conflict between the identity of the evil god and the shop owner.

Most importantly, he loves the job.

It's like in a dream, half awake and half nightmare destroying countless worlds.

Selling the things in the store is also a sense of accomplishment for Chen Feng.

The second question made Wu Zhichao, who was in a stupor, suddenly wake up.

There was a smile on his face, but there was a faint trace of water in his eyes.

Endless shame.

Scared an evil god to tears.

Again and again and never again.

As Chen Feng asked again, the aura entrenched in the surrounding monsters became more and more intense.

[Is it useless to give you a chance? 】

face this pressure.

Wu Zhichao finally resigned to his fate.

The corners of his mouth trembled, he stared at the collar in the hands of the young boss, and nodded slightly:

"I like it, I like it very much!".

Chapter 140 The Seventh Gods Retreat, A Suggested Journey from Takeshichao!

Recommended for store owners.

Even though Wu Zhichao had many fears, he still gritted his teeth and accepted it.

Does he have the right to refuse?

absolutely not!

Countless fierce auras around him completely surrounded him.

It's not hard to say no.

But the end of offending the shop owner was not something Wu Zhichao could bear.

These demigods and sealed items who were originally powerful in the outside world.

At this moment, he has completely become the opponent's lackey.

What is your favorite thing to do in front of the leader?

To show your loyalty, of course.

Wu Zhichao knew that once he disobeyed the opponent, he would be attacked by the group in the next second.

That was unimaginable doom.

Maybe he will be swallowed by the fog and become one of the opponent's many faces.

It is also possible to become a nutrient for potted plants.

What's more, they will be besieged to death by the sealed items placed on the shelves.

But without exception.

There was no way he could walk out of this shop alive.

In the face of death and freedom, Wu Zhichao had to make a choice.

Wu Zhichao didn't want to die.

If he wanted to die, he would have died together with those weird invaders back in the God Realm.

So now.

After a brief hesitation, Wu Zhichao took the collar from the opponent's hand.

touch the moment.

cold.

Even Wu Zhichao couldn't bear the biting coldness.

At this moment, His eyes burst into a ray of light.

Instantly locked onto the collar.