Monster Paradise

  Lin Huang took a look at the information on the Internet, and Ricky Star was almost dark.

  He thought for a moment, and dialed the funeral number.

  I was hung up after hearing the prompt sound for less than half a time, and Lin Huang laughed instead.

  Because it means that the funeral is still alive.

  If the communicator senses the death of the host, it will automatically lock and shut down in less than a minute. It should prompt "The communication number you dialed cannot be connected."

   "I died in such a hurry..." Lin Huang raised his brows, "It means that the investigator is still with the death sickle."

   Confirmed this, Lin Huang edited another message and sent it over.

"If an investigator arrives at the Death Scythe, you can answer the question truthfully, don’t hide it for me. If they want my contact information, just give it to them. If you can’t handle the predators, don’t resist. , Leave it to me..."

  ...

  Funeral only opened the communication page and took a look, then instantly hung up the call.

  Xie Wuya and others all caught a glimpse of the caller’s note name Kuchuki!

  The atmosphere on the scene suddenly became more solemn.

  At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in front of several people, "Why don't you pick it up?"

  The red-haired man didn't know when he appeared in front of everyone, and with a smile, he blocked the path of the funeral party.

  Almost at the same time, two figures appeared behind several Blood Sickles. They were the two silent attendants in the meeting room just now.

  Fun Tian and several blood sickles instantly looked ugly to the extreme.

  But at this moment, there was another vibration from the ring of the funeral.

  The vibration was lighter this time, and it only rang once, which was obviously a reminder of a short message.

   The red-haired man smiled at the funeral, “Let’s open it and take a look, maybe it’s not Lin Huang?”

  Fun Tian lowered his head without any movement.

  He knew that he would die if he did it. Escape, let alone escape.

  "Please open your communication page..." The red-haired man looked at the funeral sky with a smile, his tone still gentle, "This sentence is not a suggestion."

  The funeral knows that if he doesn’t do it, he will die!

  He lifted his stiff arm and opened the communication page.

  A notification box for a new message popped up instantly.

  The sender is awesome!

  The whole corridor fell into silence for an instant.

  Seeing the name of the sender, the faces of several blood sickles suddenly became ashes.

  Even in Funeral Tian, ​​he swallowed with difficulty.

  He was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind, but he was always to no avail.

   "Oh, what a coincidence! Isn't this the friend we are looking for?" The redhead smiled and walked to the funeral day, and grabbed his shoulder. "Why are you still hesitating? Click to see what he said. It just so happens that we have a look together."

   Feeling the heaviness from his shoulders, Funeral Day resignedly clicked on the message.

  As soon as the short message popped up, everyone's eyes were cast over.

  The information is only a few lines, almost everyone reads it instantly.

  After reading the information, there was a mess in Funeral's mind, and he had no idea what to do in the future.

The red-haired man beside    smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "This kid is quite loyal, and offered to sell him."

   "I think this proposal is pretty good, what do you think?" The red hair turned his head to the funeral sky.

  Fun Tian lowered his head expressionlessly, and did not respond.

   Obviously things have reached the point where they are now, and he is still unwilling to take the initiative to betray Lin Huang.

  Red hair did not speak when seeing the funeral, and continued to laugh.

   "Mr. Funeral, the dead wood has sent a message, you don't reply, is it not polite?"

  He spoke and shook his head again, "It's better to dial back, I think video chat will be more polite."

  There is still no action in the funeral day.

  He expressed his resistance in silence.

   But suddenly, he felt as if his body was out of control.

  He lifted his right hand automatically, and put his finger out, pressed the contact above the short message on the communication projection, and then skillfully pressed the video request...

   "You..." Funeral looked at the red hair beside him with some horror.

   "You don't want to betray your friends, I have to help you." The red hair still said mildly.

  ...

   "Huh? He called back? Did you find a safe place to talk?"

  Lin Huang didn't think too much about the video request sent by the funeral on the communicator, and then he connected.

   Then he saw the funeral sky and the projection of another person appearing in front of him at the same time.

  A red-haired man held Funeral's shoulders and behaved very intimately.

  But Lin Huang saw the unnatural expression on Funeral's face at a glance, and instantly guessed the identity of the redhead.

  "If I guessed correctly, you should be the investigator of the predator, right?"

   "Awesome, Mr. Lin! I guessed my identity at a glance." The red-haired man gave a thumbs up, "As expected of the man who killed our entire branch."

  "Talk to me." Lin Huang smiled lightly.

  The red-haired man obviously did not expect that Lin Huang would be so calm, but he nodded immediately, "Let’s talk."

   "How many people are you here this time? Can you tell me something?" Lin Huang asked with a smile, his tone sounded like having trouble with friends.

  "Is this investigating the enemy's situation?" the redhead asked with a smile.

   "I just want to confirm it first, so as to avoid any fish slipping through the net."

Lin Huang's answer made the red-haired man stunned for a moment. Obviously he didn't expect the other party to give such an answer, and then he laughed, "I really didn't expect you to be such an interesting person. Chong For your interest, I can answer this question."

   "We have a total of nine people here this time, of which three are the upper gods and six are the middle gods."

  When the red-haired man said this, he kept staring at Lin Huang, as if he wanted to see the astonishment on his face. But unfortunately, Lin Huang never showed any surprised emotion.

   "It's almost as I expected." Lin Huang smiled and nodded.

  But the funeral day was difficult to keep calm. He had guessed that the red-haired man was the upper god, but he didn't expect that two other upper gods would come.

Behind the funeral sky, a group of blood sickles were even more shocked. They knew that the redheads were very strong, but they didn't even think that the upper **** would come.

   "You asked me a question just now, so I will ask you a question now. After all, this is fair." The redhead smiled at Lin Huang.

   "Yes, you can ask." Lin Huang smiled and nodded.

   "What I want to ask is..." The red-haired man grinned and showed a sullen smile, "Where are you now?"

  As soon as this question came out, the pupils of the burial sky shrank slightly.

  The other people also stared at Lin Huang's video projection.