0211: Restore to the First Stage
The lobby of the seventh ward building.
"Ding Dong"~
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Kitahara Ryosuke looked at the dissipating shadows on the ground and was speechless.
The hidden characteristic of shadow monsters: danger perception.
They can sense that there is a life and death crisis inside the bronze gate. Even if Ryosuke Kitahara is clearly standing in front of them, they will not be fooled.
Summoning Mieko from the seventh ward building, she had to go through the same process as last time, but Mieko in the building could also see shadows all over the sky.
Mieko pulled them in.
Unfortunately, whether due to excessive force or some other reason, most of the shadow monster that was dragged in by the black thread died before Ryosuke Kitahara could make a last-ditch attack.
"This!...It seems that taking advantage of the loophole has failed..."
Kitahara Ryosuke is a little decadent.
Mieko only added three killing points in one shot, which can only be said to be better than nothing.
Mieko advised: "I think you are used to taking advantage of loopholes."
"Why don't you take advantage of the opportunity?" Ryosuke Kitahara has his own theory.
It was at this time that the strange paintings hanging on the wall kept shaking.
The two of them looked over and saw that the words in the painting had changed to: Master, Master, I can reuse waste!
Meihui hooked her fingers, and the strange oil painting landed lightly on the ground.
At the same time, the dissipated black energy seemed to feel some kind of attraction and got into it one after another.
The art began to glow.
Just a weird black light.
The corpses of the shadow monsters were all eaten by them, and Gui Hua received a strengthening.
The black text then changed to: Thank you master, thank you Mieko’s mother! (peach heart, peach heart, peach heart)
Flattery, Guihua is professional.
When it started to take action, Kitahara Ryosuke stared at the trick. When the flattery was over, he picked it up and put it in the storage column, saying, "I seem to have found a new loophole."
After saying this, he put his arms around Mieko's waist, kissed her hard, and turned around to leave the seventh ward.
Killing time.
The road before.
Hundreds more monsters gathered in the sky.
They were frightened by the horror inside the bronze door, and their instincts did not allow them to leave completely.
At this time, the bronze door opened again.
Kitahara Ryosuke walked out alone.
As the door closed, the fatal crisis disappeared, and immediately there were groups of shadows coming to kill.
Then Kitahara Ryosuke blocked the sly paintings in front of his chest, and at the same time ordered: "Suck, let go and suck them. If you can eat them all, I will let you go free!"
Hanging the ghost paintings in the seventh ward building is equivalent to imprisonment.
Every day, he is either Fat Tiger or Mieko, always ready to pretend to be a grandson. He might as well lie down and sleep in the underground warehouse of the Kuta Special Affairs Department.
Therefore, the conditions for letting it go are quite tempting.
It's just... there are too many shadow monsters.
Black shadows were sucked into the painting, and after more than a dozen of them, the painting began to tremble.
It was feeding back to Kithara Ryosuke that it couldn't eat anymore.
"waste!"
With a flash of red light, Kitahara Ryosuke appeared underground with a trick painting, and then shimmered to avoid pursuit.
While running away, he ordered Gui Hua to spit out shadows.
It spits one out and eats one in its fangs——
"Ding Dong"~
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"Ding Dong"~
Tip: You killed a trickster, currently 15/100.
So cool.
...
Looking at this trend, there will be new monsters tomorrow.
But this time tonight, Kitahara Ryosuke finally made a profit.
3:55.
Kitahara Ryosuke has rushed back to the community where Natsumi's family is located.
Currently, mission progress, strange killing, 26/100.
Kitahara Ryosuke, level 24, experience value 56%, strength (excellent), constitution (good), speed (excellent), spirit (excellent), available skill points 22!
Guihua still has something in his stomach.
It's a pity that the fangs can no longer eat anything, and there is no time to continue eating.
3:59.
Kitahara Ryosuke, who was basically used to distorted vision, lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and waited for the end of his nightly mission.
"Ding Dong"~
Tip: The killing time is over, please don’t take it lightly…
"it's over......"
Kitahara Ryosuke smiled.
It's really not a good thing to take advantage of loopholes in ghost missions, but as he said, if you insist on playing hell mode even though there is a simple mode, there is something wrong with your brain.
Ghostland missions are not about playing games. If you die, you will die. The punishment is quite severe.
Looking at the weird paintings lying quietly in the storage column, Kitahara Ryosuke said: "If tomorrow's monster is still related to soul-like creatures, you can continue to eat!"
Tonight, Guihua vomited out half of the shadow he had eaten, but without Ryosuke Kitahara to bring it out, it would have been hungry.
Eat half and spit half, win-win. I hope tomorrow’s new monsters won’t be too fancy.
Kitahara Ryosuke glanced around. In this dream, Aunt Natsumi Chiyo did not come to provoke him.
Since it was a dream, what was he afraid of?
Of course, he couldn't go out to the next room and conduct a night attack.
At this moment, the door to the second bedroom slowly opened.
In the distorted field of vision, Aunt Natsumi, with long hair floating around, wearing a dark blue suspender nightgown, stood at the door, holding her collar with one hand, a look of hesitation on her face.
Kitahara Ryosuke raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You're already here, why are you pretending not to dare to come in?"
Hearing this, Aunt Xia Hai's little face turned red. Instead of advancing, she took a step back.
Haha, still pretending.
Kitahara Ryosuke grabbed her arm and threw her on the bed.
"Ohara, that's not the case, I'm not!..."
Not a ball.
The plan for the gate of the seventh ward still frustrated Kitahara Ryosuke.
He was worried that he had nowhere to adjust his mood.
"You only have yourself to blame for insisting on hitting the muzzle of the gun."
"No!...Ugh!..."
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It’s the third day in Qiu Ze City, a ghost town.
Kitahara Ryosuke suffers from headaches every day.
Aunt Natsumi Chiyo didn't go to work today, so she started making breakfast when she saw him get up and wash up.
It's quite absurd to think about the dream I had last night after returning from the killing.
But at that time, Kitahara Ryosuke was more like the first stage of deception, rather than the second stage of Mo De's feelings.
"Hey, have I recovered?"
Kitahara Ryosuke was surprised.
So he stood at the kitchen door and looked for a while, yes! opposite! answer!
In the kitchen, the busy Professor Natsumi was wearing a light-colored floral dress, her long hair was tied up, her exposed calves were wrapped in stockings, and she wore a pair of pink house slippers.
Black stockings, black stockings, they are indeed yyds.
Kitahara Ryosuke rubbed his chin and said to himself: "Would you like to clean up Mieko tonight?"
Mieko was right, once a man tastes meat, he can't stop.
Now that he has recovered to the first stage in the Ghost Realm, he will only be better when he returns.
"That's right, I wasn't trying to clean things up. Miezi was poisoned too much. I was helping Miezi."
Thinking of this, Kitahara Ryosuke felt better and took the initiative to walk into the kitchen and said: "Auntie, let me serve you the food."