#620 - I can't tell the difference between big and small.

Desolate Town.

Having subdued two major Calamity-level soul-devouring ghosts guarding the tower, Jiang Ming's faction strength has once again increased.

Apart from the Myriad Beasts Palace and the main force of the Shadow Palace stationed outside the Nether Soul Mountain Range, he now has more than thirty Ghost Gods and over fifteen Nightmare-level Ghost Gods under his command. The number of Calamity-level Ghost Gods has also reached three. Such a lineup is strong enough to sweep through any "Palace"-level force, and is even superior to a "Hall"-level force.

And this...

Is only the third day he has entered the Abyssal Dungeon.

At this rate, by the time he leaves Desolate Town, his faction size could be several times larger, becoming a true behemoth.

Thinking of this.

Jiang Ming's eyes gleamed.

He made the right choice coming to this SS-level limited-time dungeon.

The day of clearing the dungeon will be the day his wings are fully formed, ready to advance into the Underworld Empire.

With this in mind.

Jiang Ming left the desolate tower and returned to Desolate Town along the path he came, planning to take all the surviving ghosts in Desolate Town with him to enrich his faction's foundation.

Passing by the Weiqi Hall, Jiang Ming found that it had been sealed off.

Several patrolling ghosts wearing bronze masks and armor were guarding the entrance, strictly forbidding any ghosts from lingering nearby. The cyan-green ghost eyes under the masks were also scanning the passing ghosts, as if warning them, creating a sense of oppression.

Just then.

Several ghostly figures emerged from a corner of the street, furtively avoiding the gaze of the patrolling ghosts, while lowering their voices and beckoning, "Your Excellency, quickly hide! The patrol guards have set up a dragnet here, just waiting for you to come out of the desolate tower."

The speaker was a thin ghost with a sallow face.

His tone was very anxious.

He frantically waved his hand in the corner, the meaning was clear: leave quickly.

It was the gaunt ghost who had met Jiang Ming a few times two days ago.

Beside him were the Bone Ghost and his roommate.

Seeing this.

Jiang Ming's expression was slightly surprised.

Just as he was about to speak, the patrolling ghosts guarding the Weiqi Hall noticed Jiang Ming. Their pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp screech came from their mouths.

The ghostly sound was ear-piercing and spread extremely far, echoing persistently in the sky above Desolate Town.

Instantly.

The attention of all the ghosts in Desolate Town was attracted.

Whether they were natives or surviving ghosts, they all looked up at the source of the sound at the first moment. Some who reacted quickly had already run towards the Weiqi Hall.

In an instant.

The entire Desolate Town was in chaos.

All the ghosts were gathering there.

As if they knew what was about to happen.

......

At the same time.

Jiang Ming also stopped and frowned slightly as he watched all this.

Then.

His gaze fell on the gaunt ghost and his companions in the corner, and he said directly, "Come out and explain, I'll keep you safe."

Hearing this.

The gaunt ghost hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and walked out. The reason they risked offending the patrol ghost group to notify Jiang Ming was to gain the other party's friendship and thus form a good relationship.

Now.

They chose to place their bet on Jiang Ming's side.

"Your Excellency, they are the patrol soldiers of Desolate Town. This is a special group. Although they are natives, they can move freely like us survivors. And their duty is to maintain the stable operation of Desolate Town, and they have direct management power over survivors and natives. They are the most unprovoked targets in Desolate Town."

"Your Excellency, you killed the owner of the Weiqi Hall in public not long ago, breaking the balance of Desolate Town. This group of patrol soldiers is here to catch you. Your Excellency, leave here first. The patrol soldier group is not small, with more than a hundred scattered members, and their ranks are basically at the Ghost God level. Moreover, under the premise of maintaining the order of Desolate Town, they can use Yin energy. The best plan now is to leave here and survive in the Nether Soul Mountain Range for a while, otherwise, once you are caught, everything will be over."

The gaunt ghost spoke very quickly.

He explained the cause and effect clearly in a few words.

He pointed out the scale and special nature of the patrol soldier group, and advised Jiang Ming to leave first to preserve his strength.

"I'm done. Your Excellency, run away quickly. You bought coffins from the coffin shop. These special items can not only be used in the desolate tower, but also resist the Nether Souls of the night when placed outside Desolate Town, which is equivalent to a small portable residence. With these things, the survival rate will be greatly improved."

After listening.

Jiang Ming showed a look of understanding.

So this is the aftermath of killing the old ghost of the chess hall owner.

Just thinking.

A gloomy voice came faintly.

"Inheritor, you despise the rules of Desolate Town and kill the natives of my Desolate Town. This is a great disrespect to Lord Ghost Emperor. In the name of the patrol captain, I sentence you to be unforgivable and grant you the punishment of dismemberment by carts."

As the ghostly voice stirred up, a ghost figure wearing a golden mask, revealing half of an ugly ghost face, walked towards him.

Behind him followed a large group of patrol soldiers wearing bronze masks.

The momentum was full.

Mighty.

Making ghosts tremble with fear.

The patrol captain ghost stared at Jiang Ming, the grimness and killing intent in his eyes were almost undisguised.

He looked like he couldn't wait to tear Jiang Ming apart immediately.

No other reason.

The patrol soldiers are the most steadfast loyalists, and the group that least wants the Ghost Emperor's inheritance to be obtained by outsiders in the entire Desolate Town.

Because once the Ghost Emperor's inheritance falls into the hands of other ghosts, it means that Desolate Town, this place of inheritance, will lose its function, and their existence will be meaningless. The natives of Desolate Town will no longer need to accept their jurisdiction.

At that time.

They will be reduced from upper-level managers to ordinary ghost citizens.

Even the natives or inheritors they once exploited will turn around and make trouble for them. This is undoubtedly unacceptable to them who have been superior for hundreds of thousands of years.

Because of this.

They must prevent Jiang Ming from continuing to venture into the desolate tower.

They want to kill this rebellious inheritor in public, promote their patrol soldiers' power of life and death, and deter the restless ghosts.

This will be a team show for the patrol soldiers to deter the ghosts.

Seeing this.

Jiang Ming raised his eyes.

He looked at the patrol ghost team in front of him with great interest.

He said in a light tone, "Even your master was killed by me. I'm very curious, where do you get the confidence to dare to confront me head-on?"

Hearing this.

The patrol captain wearing the golden mask was shocked.

Damn it.

This kid is too outspoken.

He dares to shamelessly say that he killed Lord Ghost Emperor.

Isn't it still broad daylight? Why are you starting to daydream?

Soon.

A patrol ghost wearing a bronze mask, who had stopped Jiang Ming at the gate of Desolate Town, pointed at Jiang Ming and scolded, "How dare you talk about Lord Ghost Emperor? Boy, I thought you would be a troublemaker as soon as you stepped into Desolate Town. If I had known this, I should have killed you at the gate of the city, so you wouldn't have made Desolate Town smoky..."

Before the word "qi" could be finished, Jiang Ming had slapped him back.

This slap did not use Yin energy, nor did it use the Rakshasa Nether Claw, nor did it use other skills. All it had was the purest power.

Bang!

A huge roar sounded on the spot.

The bronze patrol ghost who was slapped by Jiang Ming had his upper body exploded, and only a pair of knees remained in his lower body, as if he had been hit head-on by an intercontinental missile. Not many bones were left.

After doing all this.

Jiang Ming retracted his right hand and said in a faint tone, "Noisy."

With a power of up to 1.6 billion points, he dared to punch even the Ghost Emperor, let alone a patrol ghost who had not even reached the Ghost God level.

The fact that a pair of knees could still be left under one punch was the result of his best efforts to control it.

The purpose was naturally to deter, or to trigger various plug-in conditions.

And from the scene, the result was very ideal.

Jiang Ming's eyes swept away.

The scene was dead silent.

Whether it was the natives or the surviving ghosts who had rushed over after hearing the noise, they were all dumbfounded as they looked at Jiang Ming, thinking that this man was too brave, completely possessed by Brother Jie.

After all.

Even the natives here cannot compare with the status of the patrol soldiers. In addition, they can use Yin energy under the rules of maintaining the operation of Desolate Town, as well as the advantage in numbers, and their overall strength is definitely the strongest in Desolate Town.

Once this group is offended, there will be no place to stay in Desolate Town or even the Nether Soul Mountain Range.

But now...

Jiang Ming trampled on all this.

First, he killed the old ghost of the chess hall owner with the inheritance item, and then he bombarded and killed the patrol soldiers in person, directly filling up the hatred value.

Is this looking for death?

Even if he has achieved a little success, and is only short of passing the seventh level of the desolate tower to obtain the Ghost Emperor's inheritance, offending the patrol soldiers is still a bad move.

Unless he has become the owner here.

The ghosts thought so.

They all thought that Jiang Ming was too impulsive and ruined the advantage he had worked so hard to create.

At the same time.

The patrol captain was also stunned for a moment.

It seemed that he did not expect Jiang Ming to dare to kill his men in front of him.

This is not as simple as being bold, this is completely not taking him seriously.

Looking at all the inheritors he has seen, Jiang Ming is definitely the most maverick and the most presumptuous one, without exception.

Thinking of this.

The half of the ghost face revealed by the patrol captain looked even more ugly, the veins were bulging, and the thick Yin energy fluctuations infinitely close to the Calamity level were even more exposed, suppressing all directions, causing the surrounding natives and surviving ghosts to stagnate and feel great pressure.

"You! Are! Looking! For! Death!"

Three big words squeezed out of the patrol captain's mouth.

He stepped on the ground, and the Yin wind began to blow simultaneously.

The power was amazing.

At this moment.

Another loud ghostly voice sounded.

"Your Excellency, we have brought the desolate tower. This is a defensive top-quality third-order Yin weapon. Even the Ghost Emperor cannot break through the defense in a short time. We brought this Yin weapon to you today. This is our first atonement gift."

The speakers were the two Calamity-level Ghost Gods guarding the entrance of the desolate tower.

Under the effect of the plug-in [Forgiveness Hat], they knew that their sins were serious. In order to atone for their sins, they could do anything.

Including betraying the interests of the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor.

The top-quality third-order Yin weapon desolate tower in their hands was the first atonement gift.

While saying this, the two Calamity-level tower-guarding Ghost Gods walked over, while also shouting, "It just so happens that you are all gathered here. We have something to announce today. This adult has obtained the inheritance of the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor and has become the new owner of this desolate town. Let us congratulate the birth of the new owner."

The two Calamity-level Ghost Gods pointed at Jiang Ming, their tone respectful and their voices impassioned.

They showed the licking to the fullest.

Instantly.

The scene was once again dead silent.

The ghosts opened their mouths wide, their eyes full of disbelief.

The inheritance of the Nether Soul Ghost Emperor has already been obtained?

No.

When did this happen?

They remembered that Jiang Ming had stayed in the desolate tower for less than half a day before coming out.

Originally, they thought that Jiang Ming had returned in disgrace and needed to regroup, but they did not expect that it only took less than half a day to pass the seventh level of the desolate tower and get the Ghost Emperor's inheritance.

This is too outrageous.

Is this the Flash?

As their thoughts turned, their ghost faces were filled with disbelief. Then, they subconsciously looked at the patrol captain, and a thought arose in their hearts:

This old boy is finished.