To attract these things, I, a half-sanking mountain man, must have a plan to drive away the wolf and swallow the tiger. I originally hoped to rely on the Ghost King mask to scare ghosts at the level of ghosts and gain more fear points, but unfortunately I didn't attract them.

"Ding, the host has a total of fear values, 601 points!"

The system mother calculates the fear value and stops talking after reporting the number.

"It's just that! What's enough to do? It's not enough to change one's lifespan!" I scratched my head awkwardly and complained dissatisfiedly, just in case if I put away the Ghost King mask, if I scare Fatty Fang, I will be deducted another month's lifespan.

"Brother Yi!"

Fatty Fang spoke in the room: "Can I come out? Brother Yi!"

"Come out, it's all right." I said casually in a loss.

The moment Fatty Fang pushed open the door, he felt that the house seemed much cleaner than before, but it was a little cold. He looked at the food on the coffee table and asked at me, "How are these foods done? Can you still eat them?"

"I can't eat it anymore!"

I waved my hand and was very annoyed: "Put it up and throw it away. We can't live in this house tonight. If the anger is not clear, don't close the windows. It's time to get through the wind for a night. It's time to get better tomorrow. Anyway, the fourth floor is so high that ordinary little thieves can't climb up."

"OK!"

Fatty Fang extinguished Jie Wangxiang and returned it to me, started packing the lunch box again, and finally put it in a plastic bag, preparing to go downstairs to throw it into the trash can.

"Let's go, let's go downstairs together, it's time for me to go home and sleep."

I pretended to be abstaining from the fragrance of deception and the fragrance of killing, carried a canvas bag, and walked out of the door and downstairs in small steps.

The system tasks are difficult to do, and the proportion of obtaining fear values ​​is particularly low, which is easy to scare people and will be deducted in reverse.

Until now, the system has not sent new tasks, and its life span is not yet settled. Why do you live like a salted fish?!

Wait! I seem to have overlooked something!

I thought of this, standing on the slow platform in the middle of the second floor, immersing my mind, and double-clicking to open the fear value option in the corner of the screen.

The first thing I saw was the cruel number of 3,000 for one day, but there was one more change, and the fog of the terrifying turntable disappeared completely.

The whole big turntable appeared before my eyes.

In the middle of the turntable is a button similar to the street game console, which is the same as the one I played when I was a child and shot to death.

However, there is an extra redemption function on it, with a clear price of 600/1 time.

There are various items around the circle, and the pointer used by the turntable for the lottery stops moving, as if I waited for me to snap the button before knitting would turn.

There are many kinds of items, and the one that attracts me the most is a cloak equipment. Although it has no attributes, it has a name, the Ghost King Cloak.

If you can call this name, it must be a matching match for my Ghost King mask equipment. Maybe the system mother will get fucked. Then I will add more attributes and other items to make up a few similar equipment. It is not a good idea to save my life. A Ghost King mask is so awesome, let alone add a Ghost King cloak.

I really want to know... Is there any equipment like Ghost King Shorts... If so... I will get it in the future, do I want to wear it?

If there is any indescribable infectious disease, it will be completely cold.

well!

I don’t think about it anymore. With my damn luck, I guess I will be in trouble in the next life.

The key is to participate. When you get home, try the waters with 600 fear values. If you can't drown me, you can try more in the future.

"Fatty!"

I stood by the street and stretched and yawned: "Fatty! This point is so bad that I can take a taxi. You can call me with a penguin letter. I'll send me home first if I'm away."

"Brother Yi..."

Fat Fang, who was racing the car on his mobile phone, showed bitterness: "You go to the hotel with me tonight. I am really scared in the middle of the night."

"What's the reason?"

I blinked my innocent big eyes and asked for no reason.

"Don't mess around!"

Fatty Fang seemed to have begun to collapse: "I'm afraid that I'm going to do something, and after you leave, come back to find me..."

"What is that? What is it? What is it and what? Why are you talking weird?" I teased Fatty Fang sarcastically.

It's really worth it. If you drink too much, the chance of hitting a ghost will be magnified countless times. I have told him this truth, but they just don't listen to it. They lock the door of their hearts, and directly carry a gun to the horse, ride a horse and roar the west wind, and don't bring a driver's license.

"Don't do this..."

Fatty Fang rudely hugged me one of my arms: "I don't care! You have to go back to the hotel with me tonight, not to mention that it's useless!"

“Relax!”

I reached out and pushed his big-faced plate: "I'll go with you! It's not good to be like this on the road, men will not be able to kiss you!"

"Pooh!"

Fatty Fang was soaked with thick phlegm that he spitted onto the clean and tidy ground: "Isn't it when you took my pants when you were a child? At that time, I suspected that your sexual orientation was not normal. Now, you are even more suspicious. The master who pressed his feet gave you all his daughter's WeChat ID. Didn't you chat with the little girl?"

"Ph! Just talk nonsense!"

I also spit without any quality: "I love my sister! I am the sister-controlled!"

"Okay, okay, you like women, you like women."

Fatty Fang turned from defense to offense, rolled his eyes and smashed his mouth: "Tsk tsk tsk... Brother Yi likes girls, Brother Yi actually likes girls. It's so magical!"

"Get out!"

I'll give him a big ear.

Then we were on the street, punching and kicking each other.

Until the car was about to come, Fatty Fang was knocked to the ground by me and I pushed my knees to the ground. I pressed my knees on his chest: "Are you showing off? You're slap with me every day!"

"You're cheating!"

Fatty Fang's eyes were red, and his legs clamped his crotch: "Where are you fighting and quitting? How can you use a trick just by playing?"

"Is it still considered a fight if you don't use a trick?" I curled my lips and said disdainfully.

When the car arrived, I helped him up, got in and rushed to the hotel where he lived.

...

Late at 11:40.

I lay on the bed in the hotel to pretend to sleep. I waited for Fatty Fang to fall asleep peacefully until he snored and got up freely before I dared to sneak my mind into my mind.

Open the fear value interface in your mind, put the arrow on the red button, and silently recite God's eyes... Success or failure is here, take a try, and change bicycles to motorcycles.

You must draw the Ghost King's Cloak, and have another piece of equipment. Whether you pass the mission or obtain the fear value, it can be much easier.

My uneasy emotions spread throughout my mind, and the pictures depicted in my mind were a little trembling. In the shaking of an earthquake, the observation of the confinement spirit was purely driven by the choke button of consciousness.

"Swoosh."

The 600-accrete fear value turns into dazzling light and injects into the terrifying large turntable. Then the turntable rotates at a speed of 180 miles, and it turns faster and faster as if it is about to fly up and suddenly hit the mind.

"Bless the Three Pure Ones! Bless the Buddha! Bless the Jesus! Bless the Mohammed!"

I prayed all the time for the priest I knew, but I never dared to open my eyes to see it. When I was playing games, I begged for epic equipment +14 to have a mentality, and I would be fucked if it was broken! I must have the heart to hang myself and commit suicide!

"bite!"

After three minutes, the system prompted the sound.

I slowly turned on my mental observation and looked at the pointer falling in the position of the baby in panic.

It's indeed not as expected!

How could I, a "African refugee" with a purely dark face, be able to draw the Ghost King's cloak in one shot!

The pointer falls in a dice-like pattern.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining wrist guard equipment: Lucky Dice!"

The system mother reported the name of the dice equipment.

Could it be that... the system mother hopes that I will inherit the inheritance of the "God of Gambling"?

I'll go to you! You'll smash the ghost with dice? Or should I compare the size of the ghost with the ghost? Play with a ball! You'll be the one!
Chapter completed!