Late at night.
In the mountain village.
In a house.
Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and started cultivating.
"Oh, you're back."
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the door.
He saw a black shadow at the door.
The black shadow was a ghost.
The ghost who died unjustly was originally wandering around the village.
After being eroded by the black mist, it had become violent. Chen Fan had only managed to subdue it a few days ago.
He became one of the hooligans under Chen Fan's control.
Last time, the system rewarded him with the authority to control the Evil.
He could control a total of eight ghosts.
Chen Fan found eight ghosts near the village.
After his training, the speed of the ghost's cultivation advancement was not slow.
From a wandering soul that had been around for decades, it had advanced to the strength of a hundred-year-old ghost.
The first thing Chen Fan thought of was revenge.
He was going to settle the score with the Internet trolls.
Eight Evils meant that they could kill eight people every day.
Eight Internet trolls.
In the past few days, the Evils had been moving around Shanhai City under Chen Fan's control.
Kill the shotgun.
The progress was not small.
The number of trolls killed was as high as 30 to 40.
If this continued, it would definitely cause a significant impact on the shotgun.
Whoosh!
A light spot shot out.
It landed on Chen Fan.
It was experience points.
Killing a shotgun would also give him experience points.
" Steadily advancing."
"I have to think of a way to increase my authority. It would be even better if I could control more Evils.”
The eight Evils had helped Chen Fan a lot.
If only he could control more Evils.
He would definitely be able to take revenge on more people.
Of course, it was time to draw in the net.
Presumably, it was time to wrap up this big net.
In the past few days, Chen Fan had not been idle. He secretly observed the people in the village and spread the news on the Internet.
He said that there were treasures in the tomb and that as long as he went down, he would be able to obtain information about cultivation techniques.
It attracted quite a number of people.
It was just nice to catch everyone in one fell swoop.
He did not believe that there were no enemies among them.
Chen Fan didn't care about anyone who had designs on his ancestors.
He had to think of a way to kill it.
Since he was here, he couldn't leave.
"There are still forty-five keyboard warriors in my account book who haven't taken revenge yet.”
"A few of them are rather special. I have to personally take revenge.”
The evil returned.
Chen Fan quickly gave the task again.
He aimed at the next shotgun and set off.
One day, he would be able to control even more Evils.
Since I can't win against you, you still look down on me.
Alright, I'll kill you all one by one when I have more Evils under my control.
Leave no one alive.
He had always taken revenge.
Revenge cannot be taken overnight.
Soon, when the sealing array was completely broken, it would be the time for the true disaster to descend.
The disaster would spread to all the provinces.
The entire world would fall into true panic.
Terror was quietly descending.
Perhaps the world had already begun to become unstable.
Shanhai City was just one of them.
After making the arrangements, Chen Fan disappeared from the room.
Outside.
Surveillance.
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Night fell.
In a coffin shop.
On a coffin.
A middle-aged man was sitting there.
"What should we do now? The mountain village is no longer peaceful. I think you all know the news that the corpse fisherman is dead.”
"Should we inform the night watchers now?!”
"Is the tomb still going down?"
"In the past few days, we've approached the tomb a few times, but we've never succeeded.”
"There are many Evils near the tomb, and there seems to be a lot of danger in the tunnel.”
"If we enter rashly, we will probably fail.”
As the middle-aged man spoke, he was rather worried as he looked at the dark night outside.
He felt that it was not peaceful.
The small mountain village became more and more complicated.
There were many special people gathered.
Some people were not people they knew.
It was impossible to completely control this power.
There were people from all walks of life.
However, one thing was certain: everyone was here for the tomb.
To put it bluntly, he wanted to dig up the tomb.
"We'll take action tonight."
"Coffin, you're getting more and more timid.”
A tall and thin man was standing at the door, carrying a corpse on his back.
He sneered, clearly looking down on the middle-aged man sitting on the coffin.
"Hmph, let's take action."
The middle-aged man named Coffin Board was not modest.
He carried a coffin.
He pushed open the door and disappeared into the night sky.
"Cowardly as a mouse."
The tall and thin man carried the corpse on his back. He sighed and gave chase.
Back to the corpse.
It was an ancient profession.
It had the same origin as the corpse transporter, but it was not the same branch.
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A crow was circling around the tomb.
It suddenly flew down.
It landed on the shoulder of a beautiful girl.
"Oh, so that's the terrain. Perfect, we can take advantage of the night to move tonight.”
The crow turned into a paper doll.
Soon, it turned into a pile of ashes and disappeared without a trace.
The beautiful girl swayed her body slightly and rushed in the direction of the tomb.
It was very fast.
It was like lightning in the night.
It didn't take long for him to disappear without a trace.
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In the silent night.
It was as if it was shrouded in black fog.
A female reporter, a cameraman, and a young man in a black robe stood in front of the grave.
The black mist lingered around them as if it did not harm or disturb them at all.
The reporter was Zhou Xiaoxiao, a famous female lead in the television station.
The cameraman was quite brave. He had filmed a death scene before.
The man in black did not have a name. He was just called the night watcher.
"W-can we really go in and film?”
Zhou Xiaoxiao was still a little frightened.
A sudden message from the station.
They said that they would broadcast the entire process live.
Go down to the tomb.
Still going down?
Zhou Xiaoxiao was stunned when she learned about the situation.
The last time it was broadcast live across the country, it was a live broadcast of death.
Countless people had died in the live broadcast.
Why was he here again? The station was still so confident.
He said that he had found someone to guarantee his safety.
Zhou Xiaoxiao refused.
I don't want to go.
He even resigned.
Whoever went would die. Who wanted to go?
But there was a reason why he had to go.
Zhou Xiaoxiao was here.
"Yes, I'll go down now."
"We'll turn on the live broadcast later.”
Thud!
Thud!
At this moment.
Footsteps came from the darkness.
It was as if someone was approaching the cave entrance.
His speed wasn't slow.
"Who is it?"
"Why do I hear someone shouting in the black fog?”
The female reporter was terrified.
His body was retreating, trying to hide behind the black-robed man.
Whoosh!
A gust of cold wind blew past.
A woman in white appeared in the night sky.
His eyes seemed to be a little dull.
It was like a ghost.
"You, have you seen my child?”
"Is my child in your hands?!”
He repeated this sentence repeatedly.
Step by step, he approached.
They were approaching this team.
" Ghost, there's a ghost!!!"
The female reporter screamed.
She turned around and wanted to run.
That woman was not here to leave.
Yes, he landed on his toes!
Only ghosts walk like this.
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