ghost face

At noon, Xiao Shuai finally couldn't help but went to a remote path.

A series of coincidences and accidents happened before. Although he escaped all of them, his famous brand became messy and he looked embarrassed.

"It didn't kill me like this, so I should be so angry." Shaking his suit, Xiao Shuai smiled mockingly.I looked around and saw no one around, and I couldn't see any threat at all.He took out his phone and prepared to take a quick look.

As for that guy, it's up to fate whether he stays by the book or not.

[Friend]: At present, we can only know that she is in the park.

Xiao Shuai closed the phone cover with a 'snap'.The footsteps are also moving forward.It doesn't matter if the guy on the other side saw the content of the text message, anyway, I don't have a clue now.

But he is also very clear that [friend] must be the holder of the "Seven Days of Cursive Script" who owns that woman.After dealing with Wen Wanrou, he should be able to deal with himself.But so what?Still have to cooperate with each other.If he can only do one last thing in this life, it must be to kill Wen Wanrou.Otherwise, even a ghost won't let her go!If he dies, he will take this woman to hell with him!

Xiao Shuai stopped in his tracks, holding the short hair on his forehead with his hands.

It is said that after owning "Seven Days of Cursive Script", this gangster who has not believed in the existence of ghosts for many years has a new world view.Although I don't understand why such a book exists, it is nothing more than making people who are already unlucky even more unlucky.

But...if there are ghosts, can there really be gods?

Thinking of it, he obtained gentle and gentle information by posting microblogs and collecting information from insiders.And after learning of some insignificant habits and beliefs—

Xiao Shuai narrowed his eyes.Thinking of it again, I have asked myself more than once.

Will there be a god in this world?

Seriously, he didn't believe it.I don't want to believe it.If there was, then he was cast out in the first place.Or maybe God doesn't take care of everyone, it just uses neither good nor evil day after day, and looks at the world with its pure six sense organs without emotions and desires.Look at everyone who is praying, pleading, pitiful.

Where does the root of all good and evil in human nature come from, and the root of luck and misfortune?From luck?It turns out that a person's life is only controlled by such an illusory thing as luck, and is it a toy in the hand?Just like gambling, the only way to win the opponent's hand is to guess.

What is the truth, an ordinary person like him may not know it all his life.No need to know.Eyes open and close can be a day, day after day is a lifetime.Even if you exhaust all of them, you will not get a meaningful result.Anyway, he will die sooner or later, Xiao Shuai doesn't care to be a gambler, spend his whole life doing indifferent efforts to see through his potential, it is better to be himself in a short time.It's just that the price is my own sister.He still forgot that people can't be special...

"Ah."

Xiao Shuai put down his grasping hand, and indifference flashed across his eyes.

He does not believe in God, he has no God.The only thing he can trust is himself.He doesn't expect anything anymore.

The park where I used to stay flashed in my mind, the place where my younger brother's ghost hallucinations appeared.

Xiao Shuai looked around with a smile, even though he knew that he might just be talking to the air.The other party may not be there at all, and it doesn't matter if they put their hands in their pockets.

"Gentle and soft." His voice was slightly hoarse and full of danger.

"Let me see, where is your god? Let me see with my own eyes, is it here to save you, or let me kill you."

Just because Wen Wanrou stayed in the park, he walked towards the park in his memory.Although it was just random luck, he really wanted to know if there was karmic reincarnation in this world.Is it just such a coincidence that Wen Wanrou stayed there?

If so, then everything is destined.

Nature is also the cruelest.

Zhao Meng did not go to the company again.In fact, he called the HR department before noon to report his resignation.Although the other party was very angry and shocked, he proposed that he had to go back and finish the matter at hand anyway.But Zhao Meng was very irresponsible and hung up the phone directly.

The remaining days, whether passed or not, are destined to derail normal life.Of course I can't go back.

【After lunch, Bai Yunxing returned to the gymnasium to practice again. 】

Turning his eyes back to the book, in fact, Zhao Meng has already prepared very well.He was holding a pen in his hand, and on the other side was a pile of horror and supernatural novels.Different from Zhao Xuefeng's indecision, Zhao Meng is a person who decides on a matter and will execute it directly.Since he decided to live to the end, Bai Yunxing, as his object of holding the book, is more likely to increase his survival rate if he gets rid of it.

[In the locker room, a ghost is waiting for its target. ]

From the very beginning, Zhao Meng wrote very boldly.In fact, there are always ghosts and ghosts in the experience of these nights in "Seven Days of Cursive Script".So when he was looking for books, he was looking for horror ghost stories more.

In ghost movies and novels, the probability of possession is very high.After he found out that he couldn't directly write a ghost to kill Bai Yunxing, he realized that he couldn't directly write a plot that left the protagonist with no way out.In other words, even ghosts must have flaws.This is also the conclusion he reached after trying and failing to create a nearly invincible ghost.

[That will be Bai Yunxing's best teammate, it is waiting for the arrival of the other party, and then possesses that man. ]

The reason why Zhao Mengzi wrote about the opponent's teammate was that he couldn't directly possess Bai Yunxing.Bai Yunxing can only be destroyed by the hands of the other party's friend.

[After it succeeds in possessing itself, it will leave pretending to be unconscious before Bai Yunxing enters the locker room. ]

Zhao dreamed that the words in the book did not disappear so far, so he continued to write with peace of mind.

[Its task is to attract Bai Yunxing's attention.Thus entering a non-existent house outside.When entering this house, all life ends.They will become food for ghosts, and they will never be human again.Also, this house—]

Zhao Meng thought about it, although he couldn't create an almost invincible ghost.But at least he has to find a way to open a few tricks for the ghost, so that it can successfully complete the task he assigned.

[This house can appear in all corners of the world arbitrarily regardless of time and space. ]

Zhao Meng nodded.In this way, even after Bai Yunxing escaped this time, he can continue to use this house for his writing next time.It can be done day or night.So even if Bai Yunxing is the world champion, sooner or later he will relax his mind and let him take advantage of it.

"Let's go first, let's do this." Because Bai Yunxing is still in training, Zhao Meng doesn't know how it will be executed afterwards.We can only wait for the development after the fact.

It's just that he didn't notice that it was near the open-air restaurant where he was.A well-dressed man was standing at the corner of the street and watching him.