"F * ck, what just happened?”
"Who knows? When the monster's tentacles came over, I thought Brother Fan was going to die. But the situation suddenly reversed and those tentacles turned into a pile of minced meat.”
"There's a big shot. Can you take a screenshot?”
"What screenshot? There wasn't even a second just now. Who took a screenshot?”
"F * ck, I get it now. So Brother Fan already has a plan!”
At this moment, everyone in the live broadcast room understood.
No wonder Zhang Fan wasn't afraid of death. No wonder he dared to open the door and challenge the ghost inside. It turned out that he was confident that the ghost inside wouldn't be a match for him.
"Brother Fan must have gotten something good from the silver treasure chest.”
That's right. At this moment, everyone remembered the Silver Treasure Chest from before.
It must have been something from the treasure chest that allowed Brother Fan to cut off those tentacles so easily.
"Let me tell you guys a secret. According to reliable sources, Brother Fan gave all the good stuff to the country and chose a skill that has no effect!”
"Really?"
"It's true. Brother Fan was so obsessed with serving the country that he chose a trash skill that has no combat ability.”
The person who had sent the bullet comments had the official certification that he was a big shot in the National Academy.
What he said was definitely true.
Of course, this was also intentionally revealed. In the eyes of the higher-ups, such a hero should be remembered for what he had done.
Moreover, because of the matter with the Shadow Realm, he had to create a positive image now. Only then could he stabilize the hearts of the people.
Therefore, this matter was revealed.
When they heard the news, the people from the Dragon Country in the live broadcast room fell silent.
In such a dangerous place, they would rather choose a trash skill that had no combat ability than leave all the good ones for the country.
What kind of spirit was this? What kind of faith was that?
Since ancient times, who has not died? Leave a loyal heart to shine on history.
Such a bold poem, such righteous words.
"Brother Fan, from the beginning to the end, he never thought that he could survive. That's why he's so fearless. His true goal is for us to close the gap between us and the other countries.”
"With such an existence in the country, why worry about not being prosperous?”
……
My name is Zhang Fan.
"I came to the Strange Realm to seek death because I knew that after I died, I could transform into a supreme god and become the strongest existence.
But for some reason, every time I want to die, there will always be some accidents.
For example, now-
Zhang Fan looked left and right, but he still couldn't figure out which bastard was backstabbing him.
This didn't make sense. Why would anyone help him in this cursed school full of ghosts?
Could it be that the ghost was helping him?
But shouldn't they be opposing humans? Why should they help him?
F * ck, I'm so angry.
He took a deep breath.
Forget it!
Since he didn't see it, he would continue to court death.
He really did not believe that the existence behind this could always help him!
The monster in front of Zhang Fan was still twisting and turning crazily. Zhang Fan looked left and right.
He picked up the rusty kitchen knife on the ground.
The people in the live broadcast room were still moved and had not come to their senses.
He threw the kitchen knife at the monster in front of him.
Then, the kitchen knife drew a perfect arc and stabbed into the monster in front of him.
The monster was stunned again.
She even forgot about the pain she felt earlier. She looked at the knife stabbed into her body, then at Zhang Fan.
His not-so-smart brain recalled the pain that the person in front of him had caused him before.
He was shocked, angry, and a little aggrieved.
This guy in front of him smashed his food, kicked his door, and now he was insulting him like this.
This was truly a great humiliation!
It looked at the person in front of it angrily, and then-
He chose to turn around…
Zhang Fan was stunned when he saw this.
The audience in the live broadcast room laughed.
"F * ck, this ghost has been wronged and doesn't dare to attack Brother Fan. It's hiding in a small corner and crying silently.”
"What a pitiful ghost, ahahaha…"
" Ghost: Destroy, I'm tired."
Zhang Fan didn't know what to think for a moment. He looked at the ghost hiding in the corner in front of him and felt that he might have picked up the wrong script.
Why did all the ghosts they met look like this?
Big brother, are you a ghost? The very, very fierce kind.
Shouldn't you be chopping me with a knife now?
Why did she feel so wronged?
To be honest, Zhang Fan actually felt a little guilty when he saw how wronged it was.
Hence, he chose…
Increase the strength!
Since it was a ghost, it would definitely have extreme emotions.
What Zhang Fan needed to do was to completely dispel the extreme emotions of the ghost in front of him!
That's right, this fellow seemed to be especially confident in his cooking. It went crazy when he knocked over its food.
Then what he had to do was to make a better meal than it and provoke it!
Zhang Fan looked around for the remaining kitchen utensils on the floor before walking over to the stove. For some reason, there were still fresh potatoes and eggs on the floor.
It might be a bonus from the Shadow Realm to prevent players from starving to death.
After cleaning up the food, he turned on the stove and realized that there was no gas in the stove.
He thought of the flames that had been ignited earlier and kicked the ghost beside him. Then, he said,"Brother, lend me a light. I'll teach you how to cook.”
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