Something strange is coming? Fortunately, I am the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace

Looking at the cat-faced head in front of him, the little boy didn't react for a moment.

He just felt that Shen Jian was cheating on him.

He was already so unlucky, but he didn't expect someone to make fun of him.

This is so fucking bloody.

A surge of overwhelming anger emerged in the little boy's heart, and he stared at Shen Jian's face with a sinister look.

He looked like Uncle, you are dead.

However.

Shen Jian seemed like he couldn't see it, but he still said with a gentle expression: Kid, your grandma has exploded. I will give you her head, so that you will have another way to accompany your grandma.

little boy:……

God is so accompanying.

The way your family spends time with the elderly is to pick off their heads and shoot them like balls?

Then the way your family gets along is quite hellish.

He was sure.

This uncle was just playing tricks on him.

How can anyone give a child a toy that is someone else's head? How is this different from giving a baby an embryo?

It's really like riding a horse into the underworld.

The little boy subconsciously slapped the head off Shen Jian's hand and roared, Your grandma's was the one that exploded.

then.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the head that fell to the ground again.

Cat face...His breasts seem to be like those of a cat.

Green eyes...huh? More like it.

Big, smelly fangs...wait, it seems, this is somewhat similar.

grass

This is really his grandma.

The little boy's expression changed from angry at the beginning, to suspicion, to surprise, and finally, completely dull.

The face of a child, who looked like a demon, froze suddenly at this moment.

Then she started wailing: Grandma, I didn't mean it, it was this uncle who was hurting me.

While talking.

The little boy picked up the fallen head.

His red eyes looked at Shen Jian with hatred, as if he had a blood feud.

aside.

The Thirteenth Prince looked more and more strange.

If he hadn't experienced this scene himself, he probably wouldn't be able to believe that he and Shen Jian were the victims.

This is obviously a powerful and powerful second-generation playboy who is bullying other people's grandparents and grandchildren, and even killed the child's grandmother. It looks like you can't do anything to me, but I can continue to bully you.

The feeling of being bullied is too strong.

It was hard for him to believe that this was the first time Shen Jian had done such a thing. If he hadn't been able to arrange the teacher arbitrarily, he would even think that this was the true face of the teacher.

For a while.

The Thirteenth Prince was a little confused.

The queen mother said not to bully others, but the queen mother told herself to obey the teacher's words. Now the teacher is bullying others, so whose order should he follow?

Fortunately.

The Thirteenth Prince didn't think about it for long.

Then he saw the little boy rushing towards him like he was crazy, and he was still cursing angrily: You deserve to die, I will bury your body in the soil, hang your head upside down on the tree, and stand your limbs on the ground. In front of the door.

See this.

Shen Jian didn't panic and kicked him unceremoniously.

He also took out the mourning stick, a standard tool for killing ghosts, walked up to it, and started knocking down the stick.

The pitiful screams spread throughout the atrium, and no one came to stop them.

you……

Just as the little boy was about to speak, his words were interrupted.

What the hell, listen to me...

Fuck, you're addicted to beatings, aren't you? If you can, beat me to death, and I won't be able to live anymore. We'll die together.

The little boy struggled hard.

However, what he received every time was a severe beating.

After beating for a long time, the little boy found that he seemed to have a stress reaction.

The pain deepened.

then.

Not long after.

Uncle, that's about it. I've given up resisting. It would be disrespectful to continue fighting.

Uncle, even if you think that I am thick-skinned and can withstand beatings, you still have to consider what if I break such a precious and expensive ghost weapon.

Shen Jian ignored it.

Continue to teach people how to be a good person.

One stick of incense time.

The little boy hit GG.

Lying on the ground, he let Shen Jian's stick fall on him without resisting the whole time.

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

What the hell, did you have a grudge against me in your previous life?

I was singled out for the fight.

You can dismember my grandma directly. Isn’t it wrong to dismember me?

This has to be treated differently too, damn it.

In such resentment.

The little boy lost consciousness and fell into a state of death that would last for at least a hundred years.

Before death.

He was thinking in his heart: How long will this dog send the things?

…

the other side.

Shen Jian stopped what he was doing.

Take a deep breath.

Take one dozen a day and feel refreshed.

What should I do if my children disobey? Most likely it's an itchy skin.

There is nothing that can't be solved by one beating. If there is, then two beatings.

The Thirteenth Prince swallowed.

I made up my mind that I must not offend the teacher, otherwise I don’t know how I will die.

Teacher, this little boy was also at the level of a ghost king in ghost stories, but now he has been promoted to a top ghost king. I suspect that it is not just him and the two of them, but the whole family of five here has undergone changes to varying degrees.

Shen Jian glanced at the Thirteenth Prince.

There was a hint of disgust in his eyes: Your reaction is too slow, you are completely incomparable to the eldest princess.

Thirteenth Prince:...

Hear this.

He felt a little aggrieved.

Teacher, I am just a child, and Sister Miaolin is the object of my admiration. I am trying to be like her.

Conversation room.

A pungent smell of smoke slowly came over.

Look in the direction.

In the garden of the atrium, there was a faint figure lying on a recliner with a relaxed posture, holding a pipe in his hand. White smoke rose up from the pipe and spread in all directions.

The Thirteenth Prince frowned.

I just feel that the pungent smell of tobacco is filling my nose.

It made him very uncomfortable.

Whether it is physical or psychological, there is a disgust reaction.

This is his body's warning.

Keep him away from the source of the incident.

But the strange thing is that after less than two seconds, his mind changed.

He began to think that the smell of smoke was quite good.

After a while, he became obsessed with this smoke, and an idea came to his mind: It should be okay to take a puff of this smoke.

As soon as this idea came up.

The Thirteenth Prince trembled violently and gasped for air.

His face was even more chilly.

Got hit.

He did not expect that the supernatural influence brought about by the smoke would be so fast, making him unable to guard against it.

Once this mouth is opened, he will completely become a puppet controlled by the smoker and be unable to extricate himself.

Subconsciously, the Thirteenth Prince looked at Shen Jian and lowered his voice: Teacher, the source of this cigarette smell is the old smoker in the Secret Siheyuan ghost story. He is the source of the tragedy.

The smoke gun in his hand has an addictive effect. Once he smells the smoke, it is equivalent to being in the category of supernatural attack. If the owner of the smoke gun cannot be stopped, once he inhales too much smoke, he will be attacked. Corroded assimilation, reduced to a slave to smoking and guns.”

This old smoker is one of the slaves of the pipe. He does nothing but smoke every day. He also takes all the money in the family to refill the pipe. When he runs out of money, he loses his temper, beats and scolds his wife, and squeezes out all sources of expenditure from his son and daughter-in-law. .”

Shen Jian said nothing.

He strode over.

Stopped directly in front of the old smoker.

But even so, the old man in front of him had no intention of getting up. He leaned on the recliner and puffed away, looking like he was enjoying himself very much.

The white smoke he exhaled condensed above and lingered for a long time.

Shen Jian said: Old man, did you hear anything just now?

The old smoker glanced at Shen Jian.

I heard my grandson's scream. Since you are here, you should pay for it. Four hundred thousand thriller coins are just enough to buy two more bars.

Hear this.

Shen Jian raised his eyebrows.

The meaning of the old smoker in front of him was already obvious.

He did hear the sound of the little boy being beaten, and had a full view of it, but instead of stopping him, he even negotiated terms with himself.

All it takes is 400,000 thriller coins, and he pretends he didn't see it.

You have a big heart, aren't you afraid that your grandson will be kidnapped?

Shen Jian asked curiously.

Hehe, I have a broad mind. If you can give me one million thriller coins, I can also give you my grandson.

The old smoker hasn't finished speaking yet.

The originally complacent expression suddenly stagnated.

He saw that Shen Jian put his hand into his body and groped for something.

At the same time, he did not forget to mutter: Broad-minded? I want to see if you are really so broad-minded.

Old smoker:? ? ?

He was smoking a dry cigarette and was confused by this sentence.

WHAT?

You want to know if I have a broad mind, why are you stabbing me in the heart?

Isn't this thing just based on bragging?

Otherwise, where is the comparison?

Where's the proof?

Can this thing be quantified?

Just thinking about it.

The old smoker, who was a beat slower, finally reacted.

And Shen Jian had already taken out what he needed.

A living and beating ghost heart.

Haha, you don't look very big-hearted.

Shen Jian grinned.

He pointed at the palm-sized Gui Xin in his hand and began to defend himself sincerely.