Weird Talk Asylum Center

"Get rich, really get rich."

In the secret ritual of the siege, the thin young man fiddled with the dagger in his hand with an excited expression on his face.

His name is Lu Ren, and he is a college student who has just graduated.

Unlike many poor souls who are forced into the world of ghost stories, he does it simply because he likes it.

His parents were both folklore scholars, so Lu Ren had a strong interest in all kinds of strange legends since he was a child.

In other words, he longed to enter such a world.

After being involved in the ghost talk incident, he couldn't wait to become a hunter.

A hunter who specializes in hunting those weak monsters and selling them to the black market for bounty.

They do not have a fixed organization, they only pursue interests like hyenas, and sometimes they even disrupt law and order.

However, judging from the results, this group of fools who call themselves hunters can be regarded as contributing.

The governing bureau also acquiesced in the existence of this group of people.

After all, compared with those huge non-governmental organizations, the influence that individuals can have is really too small.

Of course, it is not ruled out that occasionally there will be a few stronger newcomers.

Lu Ren is like this.

At least he thought so.

"A person who can adapt to the surrounding environment in an instant and happens to fall next to the weapon"

"Of course only the chosen one like me."

Lu Ren threw the dagger in his hand, with an excited smile on his face.

Although he hasn't figured out the rules of use yet, this thing looks very strong.

The bright silver short knife is covered with blood red lines, breathing like life.

It's just perfect for him as a genius hunter.

"With it, that Wang Jin is not worth mentioning at all."

Lu Ren shook his head, he could already imagine his image being printed on the golden strange talk card.

Thinking of this, he injected inspiration into the dagger with excitement.

Nothing happened.

"Huh? Shouldn't it be?"

Lu Ren scratched his head and began to think about where he made a mistake.

"Oh, I see!"

After a while, he slapped his forehead violently, as if he had finally figured out the key.

"This kind of artifact must have been recognized by a drop of blood."

While talking, Lu Ren cut his finger with a short knife.

Almost instantly, the blood-red lines on the blade glowed brightly, as if completely awakened.

There was something faintly whispering and roaring, exuding a strange aura.

Before the smile on Lu Ren's face was fully formed, it turned into deep panic.

He found that the dagger was crazily devouring his own flesh and blood, and he couldn't shake it off.

A flood of fear overwhelmed him, and Lu Ren wanted to cry.

It was so sudden, without warning.

This kind of feeling of watching oneself die without help is too terrifying, even if someone comes to give oneself a good time, it is better than waiting to die.

Thinking of this, Lu Ren suddenly felt his gaze tilted.

He saw his back.

Looking at the young man with a compassionate face, Lu Ren's figure slowly dissipated.

"Ugh."

Wang Jin retracted the daggers he had staggered, and sighed softly.

He watched this kid send him away step by step with his own eyes.

It's so easy to use something that has something to do with ghost stories?

too unrealistic.

The equipment and ghost stories issued by the company have been put into use after countless tests and comparisons, and even so, there will be occasional problems.

A stunned young man like this who directly tried his sword with his own body didn't even have the qualifications to let him do it.

Wang Jin kicked the dagger with his foot, and picked it up through his clothes after confirming its safety.

The latter was still roaring, as if his appetite had been whetted.

"Shut up."

The young man frowned, and the eyes of the ancient gods showed a little breath.

Death surged, and the dagger wailed twice to stop the sound.

Wang Jin grinned and stuffed it into his backpack.

This thing is too noisy, and it is easy to hurt the user, so he doesn't intend to use it.

But it's good to stay and exchange things with the Administration Bureau.

-

"Yo, the first lucky one has been born."

Zhao Guangming in the auditorium happily ate popcorn.

The big screen in front of him was divided into several small areas, broadcasting the situation inside the secret ritual of the siege in real time.

Of course, what to shoot still has the final say of the governing bureau.

Now I can only see a group of people running around in a hurry, stopping from time to time to pick up a thing or two with excited faces.

After all, there are only a small number of people who have friction at the beginning, and everyone intends to take this opportunity to grab the wool of the governing bureau.

"Where is where?"

The little fox emerged from another popcorn bucket, muttering indistinctly.

"Look at that."

Zhao Guangming narrowed his eyes and pointed to a partition in the lower right corner.

There was a small figure there, and with a knife he beheaded another figure.

On this huge screen, there are almost two dots the size of a coin, which are hard to spot even if you look closely.

"Can you recognize this? It has to be Brother Zhao."

Leonard's eyes widened and he gave Zhao Guangming a thumbs up.

"what."

The sloppy middle-aged man spread his hands and did not explain how he did it.

"what!"

On the edge of the ring, a pale young man suddenly appeared.

He shook his hand with lingering fear, as if he wanted to shake off something terrible.

There were instant glances from the audience, obviously wanting to know what happened.

"It was Wang Jin who killed me."

Lu Ren left behind such endless words, and walked slowly towards the corner.

As the first player to be eliminated, he can be regarded as showing his face in a sense.

But Lu Ren couldn't be happy, so he had to turn his eyes to the big screen.

He wanted to see what the young man who had beheaded himself would do next.

-

"Is that Wang Jin?"

Behind the strange-looking boulder, a tall and thin figure poked its head out.

He made a gesture, and four or five figures responded from all directions.

They were the few people who entered the dream world with Wang Jin at the beginning, and they were above average in terms of strength and thinking.

"He has no companions with him."

The thin man in charge of the investigation turned his head to look at the others and whispered.

He was hesitating whether to make a move.

Although he was not his opponent in the dream world at the time, it was a disadvantage of inexperience.

Coupled with the fact that ghost talk equipment can be used now, it is not certain who will win the game under the advantage of numbers.

In addition to that, the item they just found can also provide a considerable advantage.

With the superposition of various factors, Wang Jin might not really be their opponent.

"How to say?"

The thin man asked, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm here to provide support. Brother Zhou and Angkor, you two go to the back to attack, and the monkey goes to meet it head-on."

A woman's voice suddenly sounded from the tree.

It was the fan who had desperately fought for the Wang Jin strange talk card before.

"it is good."

The man called Monkey nodded, without any doubt about the woman's arrangement.

The other two didn't hesitate, and they kept shuttling through the grass and approaching Wang Jin.

They didn't know each other before, and they had just formed an alliance not long ago.

But under the command of that woman, she can show precise coordination, which is enough to show her ability.

Therefore, the only powerful long-distance secret ritual naturally fell into her hands.

"Little Wang Jin, you must be cute when you are beaten and cried by your sister."

The woman licked her lips, showing a sickly smile.