As for a big family, there are too many twists and turns, which is hard to describe in one word.

Zhao Yijiu obviously knew this for a long time. He was actually very grateful to Yu Xing for his trust in him, so he nodded: "Under the premise of being able to kill, the black-clothed ghost is about the same strength as me. I can win, but it will take some time."

"Then there is no problem. The trouble is the red clothes." Yu Xing recalled the number of red clothes he had seen in the three halls. There was only one in the other hall, but there was no one in the Wangchuan Hall. There were too many people in the Huangquan Disco Hall, which was extremely hindering the view and the number was unknown.

A trace of doubt appeared in Zhao Yijiu's eyes behind the mask: "Can't you deal with Hongyi?"

"Then you think too much of me, Brother Jiu." Yu Xing tsk, "I met Red Clothes head-on, and I won't be pressed on the ground and rubbed my surname."

Brother Jiu expressed his doubts with silence.

Yu Xing sighed: "Really, I promise, I didn't lie to you this time."

"But you are in red, and you are suppressed to the red clothes."

"Do you believe the system's judgment is wrong?" Yu Xing said.

Zhao Yijiu didn't believe it.

But Yu Xing was not entirely modest. He suspected that the system's judgment on strength came from the encounter between a person and a ghost of different levels, who would survive.

He will definitely survive when he meets Red Clothes, so his disguise level is judged to be Red Clothes.

The problem is that he can survive not because he is so strong now, but because he can't die!

Perhaps time goes back for decades, he can even fight against the Qinggui head-on, and then back for decades, he has to walk around when he sees him.

But he is so weak that he can't stand it anymore.

The red-clothed evil spirit could not kill him, so he could not kill Hongyi successfully, after all, he didn't even have a weapon in his hand.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Brother Jiu, do you have any extra knife?"

"No."

"Where is the sword?"

"without."

"Where is the dagger?"

"."

"Okay." Yu Xing stopped asking regretfully. In this deduction, they could not bring their own things in, so they could only take the sacrifices with them.

If Zhao Yijiu could take out another weapon offering, Yu Xing would have to sigh that Zhao Mai was rich and powerful.

"Anyway, it should be very difficult to kill the red-clothed ghost. If you really meet it, you have to rely on you. One of the eight deducers is calculated. It is difficult to move the red-clothed one. The reward for killing the red-clothed one is not points but ghost coins. The price of obtaining a large amount of ghost coins is so high, I am curious about what is in the vending machine."

Zhao Yijiu said, "Then go and see."

...

The vending machine is not much different from a normal vending machine in the corner of the Huangquan Disco. It is about two meters high, and the glass is not transparent and gray, making people unable to see clearly.

At this time, the noisy rhythm music had stopped. DJ leaned against the drive, watching the ghosts' actions as if watching the fun.

She did not wear a mask. In fact, neither the ferry bartender in the Wangchuan Hall nor the male bartender in the Heikan Hall participated in the event. They were bar staff and were more like referees in the driving supervision rights at this time.

They will not be biased towards either side, and even if they see the deducer killing ghosts with their own eyes, they will not tell the ghosts about the deducer's information.

Because the purpose of this activity is to have fun, not kill people, otherwise the foreman would not need to recruit living people as waiters at all, and killing them directly is much easier.

There is a saying that the sadness and joy of ghosts are not consistent.

DJ yawned: The guests ran around excitedly, but I just thought they were noisy.

Even if living people are terrified and are found in a desperate manner and are shared with despair, it is a pleasing thing, but if you watch it every day, you will be bored.

She held half of her face, for no reason she wanted to see the flipped scenes of the living person who finally survived.

She knew that the boss, Photographing Qing, didn't care who won at all, just cared about whether the bar business was good or not.

The vending machine is within her sight. Since many of the guests are regular customers, these regular customers know how attractive the vending machine is to living people - although they don't know what it sells, every carnival party, there will be living people buying things in the vending machine regardless of the risk of being discovered.

Maybe it is something very important to living people. Anyway, it was prepared by the boss of the Songqing Bar who rarely appears.

Many ghosts deliberately passed by it and glanced secretly to the other side, just to always pay attention to whether there were any living waiters approaching.

DJ yawned again.

Oh my God, it's so boring.

At this moment, the ghosts had some commotion.

DJ looked over the commotion and his eyes lit up.

Two ghosts, one red and one black, walked from the Forgetful River Hall, with great momentum, and the red hand was holding a white long gown.

Everyone knows what this dress means - a white-shirted ghost was wiped out!

"Whose friend is this?" The most ghosts in the Huangquan Disco arena, and they are circled and it makes people intimidate to see them.

The ghost's clothes had a unique atmosphere. Yu Xingyangyang ran up white clothes and asked loudly. He felt like a staff member of the lost and found office.

After the event started, the ghosts in the three halls ran around. In order to prevent the sound from being recognized by the guests who had ordered wine, he also used his false voice ability to change the resonance ratio and changed his tone to make his voice sound completely different from before.

The evil ghost in red came to ask questions, and the ghosts with low levels were immediately afraid to answer.

After a silence, two white-shirted ghosts ran up, not daring to rush into the red-shirt, but also with a hint of anxiousness: "Yes, it's our friends!"

Yu Xing threw the white shirt to them, his tone of dissatisfaction: "At least there is a group of waiters in the Wangchuan Hall. They killed this white shirt, which is quite arrogant."

The ghosts whispered.

"It's really arrogant! I dare to kill ghosts in front of the red clothes!"

"Wait, I killed Baishan so quietly. The waiter tonight seemed to have some strength and would not be able to let the ghosts slaughter."

"I'm just a discouraged ghost. What if I fail? Does anyone know who killed the White-Shirted Ghost? I won't look for him anymore. I'll find five other people."

"I think you are a fool. Your brains flew away when you died, right? If a ghost knew who was doing it, he would have shared the person with him long ago, and it would have been your turn?"

After listening for a while, Yu Xing reached out and signaled them to be quiet: "I think that waiter may be disguised as a black shadow. This is not worthy of me looking for it. Whoever you are interested in black shadows will try it."

The tone of giving did not arouse any dissatisfaction with the ghosts. After all, the red clothes had absolute suppression on them.

Except for the two friends of the dead white-shirt ghost, the other ghosts cheered and rushed towards the Forgetful River Hall.

"Catch the waiter!"

"Make them frightened hahahaha..."

DJ showed an interesting look and looked at the red clothes and black shadows coming from Wangchuan Hall.
Chapter completed!