Chapter 264: Hydrogen Hydrogen knocks the bald guy to death, if you don’t obey, you’ll go to hell!
Song Mang disappeared in an instant.
This scene stunned everyone.
"Oh……"
A cold laugh suddenly rang out from the corner of the restaurant, so chilling that it brought everyone back to their senses.
The camera of the mobile phone placed on the table was facing the corner and captured a figure slowly emerging.
He was a man covered in a gray cloak with a bloody skull pattern printed on the hood of the cloak.
The man walked to the leather chair, raised his hand and patted the back of the chair. A burst of ghostly energy came out of the chair and repaired the cracks on the back.
This repair process is just like the healing of a wound on a human body, strange and unusual.
When the leather chair returned to its original shape, the man in the cloak took off the hood of his cloak, sat on the chair and began to enjoy the expensive Michelin chef's meal.
This is a bald man with tattoos all over his face.
His bald scalp was covered with intricate tattoos, and there was a string of ancient Chinese characters tattooed above his brow.
His skin was unusually white, as pale as a death, as if he had not seen the sun for years.
But he is indeed a living player.
"Hey buddy, where did you take the boss? Why are you stealing his food?"
[This table of Michelin chef's meal would cost at least 500,000 ghost coins! You are quite insidious!]
[More than half a million. I've ordered these chef-made meals in the safe zone. Delivery costs at least a million!]
[My God, Song Mang really knows how to enjoy herself. It's a pity that someone else is getting the advantage now!]
[Where did the anchor go? ]
Fans are a little worried about Song Mang.
Some veteran players in the live broadcast room changed their expressions when they saw the pattern on the gray cloak.
Xia Ren saw it without blinking, his face extremely ugly, "This guy is from the Blood Skull! Although the Blood Skull organization only appeared at the end of the world, most of its members were evil cultivators of the Xuanmen before the end of the world!
After the apocalypse, these evil cultivators gathered a group of people to enter dungeons to slaughter players and steal ghost cards and ghost weapons. Some members even used other players in dungeons to practice evil magic and improve their own strength. They are truly notorious!
A friend of Xia Renbu Bian's who was watching the live broadcast with him noticed the chair.
"That's a human-skin chair! I heard that one of Blood Skull's core members got his hands on an extremely powerful ghost-weapon chair. Not only is it adept at camouflage, it can also silently take the player's life, making it impossible to guard against it!"
Without blinking, Xia Ren turned his head and looked at him, "Are you talking about this guy, or the core figure of the Blood Skull? If Song Mang was dragged in by this chair, wouldn't he be in great danger?"
"It's more than just a bad situation!"
The man replied, "She's definitely dead! That human-skin chair is a ghostly weapon of the Ghost King. It can eat people. Even a cultivator in the late Foundation Establishment stage could be eaten by it, let alone a Qi Refining novice like Song Mang!"
"What?!"
Shrimp said in disbelief without blinking.
"Although Song Mang's cultivation is relatively low, she has many trump cards. It's impossible for her to die like this! She is also my favorite anchor recently. Now she is the only one who can destroy the dungeon. Maybe she is the savior of mankind!"
"Xuanyuan, this kind of live broadcast is just for fun. Most of it is staged and fake. Don't get too emotionally involved.
Jiang City is so far away from us, who knows if those copies were truly destroyed or just faked? There are a lot of water armies on the forum now, and maybe she and her team hired a lot of water armies to market online.
"Hell money is very useful in the end times, and many people are going to great lengths to earn it. Some people even livestream themselves eating shit just to get tips!"
Xuanyuan Xi frowned and said, "She doesn't need any reward at all. There's no need to put on a show here."
"You've been locked up by your father for cultivation. You haven't been online for a long time. You don't know how sinister people are online!"
The other party said with dismay, "Your father is the number one master of the Chinese Xuanmen, and even he can't destroy the copies of the strange world. How can a newbie at the initial stage of Qi Refining destroy so many copies? Is this realistic?"
It's good now. She died in the human skin chair and can't continue to deceive people online."
"Just shut up!"
Xuanyuan Xi pushed him a little further away.
Xuanyuan Xi is not only the top second-generation cultivator of the Chinese Xuanmen, but also a genius with extremely high talent.
He has been observing Song Mang's live broadcast room for so long, so he naturally has his own judgment.
Although Song Mang's current cultivation level is low, he believes that she is definitely a potential stock. He also hopes that Song Mang can come to the imperial capital and destroy all the copies here!
For people like them, who are second-generation top cultivators and super geniuses ranked in the top ten of the standings, it may seem glorious, but they also have great responsibilities. In fact, they are just dungeon workers.
Every time a new and more difficult copy appears, they have to rush to the front, be the first to find out the specific situation, and minimize the casualties caused by the copy.
Since the strangeness came, he hasn't even had two hours of rest. Every time he enters a dungeon and comes out, he immediately enters the next one.
There is no time to calm down and practice!
Xuanyuan Xi walked to the corner alone, staring at the live broadcast room on his mobile phone, muttering to himself.
"Song Mang, are you the hope of mankind? If you are, then you will be fine!"
What good does it matter if these so-called chosen ones of the Xuanmen can successfully pass a copy?
After completing a copy, there will still be a steady stream of new copies appearing.
If you want to change the current situation, you can only do what Song Mang did and destroy these damn copies! Let the world return to its original state!
Xuanyuan Xi didn’t know how Song Mang destroyed those copies, but she was the only one who could do it, and that was enough for him to admire her!
Inside the live broadcast room.
The man with the bloody skull did not turn off the live broadcast on his phone, but was feasting on the food, tasting the delicious food and was reluctant to waste any time on other things.
This table of Michelin chef meals is worth millions, and he can't afford it normally!
When Xuanyuan Xi saw that this guy was about to finish eating the food on the table, he couldn't help but hold the paper phone tightly, and there was a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
"Is he really dead?"
He lowered his eyes in disappointment. "It seems I've overthought. Humans have no way of resisting God and can only accept God's control."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Song Mang's voice coming from the live broadcast room!
"Is it tasty?"
Song Mang suddenly appeared next to the human skin chair, staring at the man with tattoos on his head leisurely.
Next to Song Mang, Xi Jinzhi's figure slowly emerged.
The moment the chair had problems, Xi Jinzhi pulled Song Mang out and used the magic of concealing his figure to hide both Song Mang and himself.
Because he knew that if Song Mang did not disappear, the person who attacked in secret would not appear.
His bony hand was holding Song Mang's wrist and he hadn't let go until now.
"Teacher Xi, you can let go now."
Song Mang turned her head and looked at him, and Xi Jinzhi finally reacted and let go of her hand as if he had been electrocuted.
"Feel sorry."
Song Mang continued to stare at the man with a fake smile, "Bald bastard, talk! Is my dinner delicious? Do you want me to order more?"
The bald man didn't expect that Song Mang was still alive. He stopped moving and sat in the chair without saying a word.
"Why aren't you talking? This meal cost one million, and you ate it all, leaving me hungry. Just spend ten million with me!"
The bald man then turned and looked at her, his eyes sinister, "Ten million for such a small thing? Why don't you just go and rob it?"
Duang!
Song Mang directly took out a huge paper-made positioning missile and hit the man's bald head.
Song Mang: "If you say one more word, you will have to pay me an extra million! Just now you said sixteen more words, now you need to pay me twenty-six million ghost money! It doesn't matter if you don't pay, I can send you to hell directly!"
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