A group of novice Yincha were infected by the overflowing curse aura and their bodies showed abnormalities. Fortunately, Jiang Chen came to the rescue and saved their lives.
Then he could only lead everyone and retreat again.
The group walked straight out of the ancestral hall.
As soon as I came out, I found one strange figure after another standing in the darkness.
"Oh no! It's those shroud ghosts!"
"Damn it, why are they still guarding here?"
Several people were shocked.
"Something doesn't seem right. Are they really shroud ghosts?" Yang Zhi spoke up and reminded them, "Look, where are their shrouds?"
Hey, each figure still had their hands raised, but their hands were already empty, and now they were all looking here with sad eyes.
Several newbies were stunned for a moment.
Suddenly he reacted, looked at Jiang Chen, and understood everything with a twitch of his mouth.
So all the burial clothes are on you?
"Are you all still here, fellow villagers? What are you doing here? I just wanted to take your clothes, do you want money? They say the villagers are simple and innocent. I advise you not to be blinded by profit!"
Jiang Chen walked up to the stage dragging a hammer, looking like a bully.
"I, Jiang, took your clothes because I think highly of you. I hope you won't be ungrateful!"
A group of ghosts in shrouds just stared at him with gloomy eyes.
They obviously didn't want money, but mainly wanted to see how the man would die after wearing their shroud.
Jiang Chen had commanded a group of blood-clothed demons to snatch the burial clothes for him when he passed by.
In the eyes of a group of ghosts, his aura was only at the level of half a blood-stained robe, which led to a group of shroud ghosts still having expectations.
If the blood-clothed ghost wore their burial clothes, they would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word.
But when I saw that Jiang Chen was full of energy at this moment.
A group of ghosts in shrouds were also stunned.
"You're so damn lucky? Ghost energy +999... Ghost energy +999..."
Hearing the reminder in his ear, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up: "I personally like traditional clothing, especially funeral clothes, but the styles I'm wearing are a bit monotonous. Brother villagers, do you have any other funeral clothes? Don't hide them, take them out!"
His impatience once again shocked the group of shroud ghosts.
"Fucking shrouds are traditional attire, they're so spooky..."
"You won't take any?" Jiang Chen waited for a moment. When he saw figures moving in the distance, he smiled even more happily: "Then I'll come and grab it myself... ahem, take it!"
At this moment, strange figures in hospital gowns walked out of the darkness. He Yi was none other than the ordinary patients who had come later, as well as Wu Tong.
"Dean, we're here!"
"Dean, we're here!"
“…”
"Okay, help me stop these petty villagers and strip them of every piece of clothing, understand?"
Jiang Chen grinned.
That smile looked particularly terrifying in the eyes of a group of patients who had just arrived.
Oh shit!
Stop the villagers and strip them naked?
Dean, you are becoming more and more perverted!
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