Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 122 "Rusty-?" The deceased

After Ying Xiong left, there was no ghost to fight with Zhao Yi for the cart again.

He stuck his butt out and rummaged around in the hot sun.

"It's strange...it was clearly thrown here just now..."

Zhao Yi touched his chin, a curious light flashed in his eyes.

It doesn't make sense, a thumbtack...disappeared?

After a few glances, he refocused his gaze on the pile of rust stains on his feet.

The blood has dried completely under the baking sun.

The thumbtack, which was originally smooth enough to reflect sunlight, was now rusty.

It was completely mixed with the pile of rust stains, and the original shape of the thumbtack was also changed by the rust stains, completely distorted, and turned into a small pile of scrap metal.

"Ordinary rust will not change the shape of the original item."

"So the change in the shape of the thumbtack occurs during the rusting process."

"If rust can change thumbtacks, does that mean it can also change other... things?"

Thoughts flew through Zhao Yi's mind.

The sun in the sky was much smaller. Zhao Yi took this opportunity and immediately pushed the cart outside the lawn and started collecting rusty grass.

The rust chips were very sharp, so Zhao Yi did not grab them directly with his hands, but took out Old Man Liu's real estate certificate.

This thing is quite tough and cannot be scratched by rust.

A cart full.

Turning around and pushing towards the molten steel room, Zhao Yi quickened his pace.

The sun above our heads only dimmed for a while and then came out.

The feeling of being melted came to mind again.

Zhao Xiaopao sped up.

The shadows continue to fade in the sunlight.

The feeling of emptiness inside is getting stronger and stronger!

There happened to be no obstructions on this stretch of road.

However, Zhao Yi ran fast. When he entered the molten steel room, the shadow of his body could still be barely seen.

It's just lighter.

But Zhang Ming behind him was not so lucky.

Although its speed was not slow, because it did not accurately calculate the distance and did not give up its cart in time, it first ran to the shade to recover, causing its shadow to completely melt under the scorching sun and disappear... …

Zhang Ming was sweating crazily all over his body. He pushed the cart and arrived outside the lawn without first going to the wall to avoid the light.

It has found its own shadow missing.

A feeling of emptiness consumed it.

But it seems that apart from this strong feeling of emptiness, there are no other adverse reactions.

So...this rule doesn't seem to be followed...

Doesn't matter?

Zhang Ming resisted the emptiness in his heart and kept filling his cart with rusty grass.

It wants to complete its tasks earlier so that it will not affect its evaluation as a good employee.

On the road just now, it saw Zhao Yi pushing a cart of rusty grass running wildly, which really made it anxious!

It’s too curly!

A human being is so curled up, so as a ghost, what reason does it have for not working hard?

soon,

A ghost who was weeding in the distance stared at it.

The ghost seemed to have seen something strange. He patted the colleague next to him on the shoulder, pointed at Zhang Ming, and whispered.

Gradually, more and more ghosts looked at Zhang Ming.

Only then did Zhang Ming, who was attracting much attention, realize something was wrong. He raised his head and looked at the ghosts pointing at it in the distance.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why are you looking at me?"

Zhang Ming didn't know why.

But no one answered him.

The ghosts looked at it with deep fear in their eyes.

Zhang Ming noticed something was wrong, looked down at his body, and his expression changed drastically!

Its body... is actually melting!

Flesh, bones...

Melts like ooze!

Zhang Ming, who was panicking, finally thought of looking for a shadow that the sun could not reach, and ran towards the far end of the wall!

However, before taking two steps, it fell to the ground!

Its legs have been rotted into a pile of mud... What's even more terrifying is that rust spots are forming on those wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Zhang Ming was terrified in his heart and kept crawling, leaving a long trail of blood under the scorching sun.

Finally, it climbed to the shadow on the edge of the wall.

But the sun in the sky is also gathering in the thick clouds at this moment.

The surrounding area suddenly became cool.

Chirp——

Zhang Ming's eyes fell out of his rotten eye sockets.

He rolled around on the ground a few times, his pupils facing the sky.

The unwilling color inside slowly faded, turning into a hollow of death.

It's dead.

The rust stains spread and soon multiplied like crazy on its carcass.

During this process, Zhang Ming's body curled up, twisted, and was constantly folded into strange shapes.

It was the same as the thumbtack Zhao Yi saw before.

It's like a corpse.

On the huge lawn, it was eerily quiet.

All the ghosts were staring at Zhang Ming's body, wondering what they were thinking.

…

"Grass!"

"Son of a bitch!"

"I'll kill your horse!"

"..."

In the molten steel room, there were harsh shouts and curses.

From time to time there was a ping-pong sound.

Zhao Yi pushed the cart in.

The employee who was responsible for handling these rust-stained items before had an aura of violence that became stronger.

With red eyes and a hoarse voice, it slammed the rust-stained items onto the conveyor belt and cursed loudly the person who had given it the thumbtack.

In those thick gloves, there was an even bigger bulge.

And the color of its clothes is getting lighter and lighter.

It felt like old clothes that had been washed for decades, faded badly, and the blue turned into light blue.

Zhao glanced at the wooden cabinet in the distance, and there were no thumbtacks on the table.

He silently poured the rust grass on the conveyor belt.

He looked at the employee's hand carefully again.

His hand trembled more violently, just like a Parkinson's patient.

Generally speaking, apart from illness, there are only two situations that will make the limbs shake so strongly.

1. Emotions cause hormone changes.

2. The weight of the hand is close to the limit of its control.

"Its hand is so heavy, is it rusty..."

"He cursed the employee who brought the thumbtacks before, and I think those thumbtacks pierced its hand, causing it to be infected. At this moment, its hand is probably attached to the gloves and rust, so it is so bulging..."

"But even if it is rusty, it will definitely not be so heavy that a ghost cannot control it..."

The image flashed in his mind.

Zhao Yi immediately remembered that Ying Xiong's feet had rusted not long ago, and he exclaimed that his feet had lost consciousness...

"That's right..."

"Rust will deprive living things of their consciousness during its growth process."

"And it will continue to spread."

"Instead of killing immediately..."

Zhao Yi raised his eyebrows.

Spread.

If so, as long as he cuts it off quickly enough, does it mean that he can stop the spread?

But in this way, new wounds will still grow rust stains.

Unless...medicine is used.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi licked his lips.

He pushed his cart away from here and went back to the lawn to continue loading rust grass.

The scolding behind him became more and more intense, and the voice became fainter and fainter.

...

On the lawn.

Fade Chen brought Ying Xiong, whose leg was cut off, back here.

"I'm sorry to tell you... Once the wound rusts, it can't regenerate."

"I'll go to Zhao Yi to ask about the cart problem later."

"There's a cart here right now. Zhang Ming died because he didn't follow the rules. You can use his cart!"

Ying Xiong smiled flatteringly, nodded and bowed, and began to limp and pack rust grass.

Zhao Yi came from a distance pushing the cart. Chen Fei glanced at Zhao Yi and said to Zhao Yi:

"Zhao Yi, come with me!"

Almost all the other ghosts had a smile of taking advantage of the situation.

Especially Ying Xiong and Guhuogui.

This damn human also wants to compete with them for the position of excellent employees?

Is he worthy?

After Zhao Yi left, Guhuogui locked his eyes on the yellow-hatted ghost in the distance, his eyes were cold.

Actually speaking for a human... The next one to die is you!

U%rL

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