cat disease

Suddenly, an ominous premonition arose.

"I saw that Xiao Jiu stuffed you into a cigarette case before, it might be warmer here."

Yu Song shook his head frantically.

Just kidding, he's not going to be crumpled up like paper anymore, and—

"No, he was in a broken house when he stuffed me into a cigarette case. Aren't you forming an formation with other people? How did you see that?"

"Yeah, how did you see it?" Fang Wei was still smiling, and Yu Song felt like a puppy being teased.

However, as soon as the idea of ​​the dog came up, Fang Wei had already thrown the umbrella aside, grabbed Yu Song's neck and folded him down in half.

Yu Song felt that all his bones were broken, his internal organs were being squeezed outward, and he was about to vomit.

"You are a ghost. You have no bones or internal organs. It would be unsightly to lump you into a ball like Xiaojiu. It's better to fold it like this. Be good. If you can't stuff it in, I won't tear up some parts and throw them away." .”

Fear instantly occupied Yu Song's entire consciousness. This time he felt completely cold. He obviously didn't say a word, but every thought in his heart was exposed.

All he could think about now was fear.

Fang Wei played the "origami game" in a good mood.

He took out all the cigarettes left in the cigarette case, folded Yu Song into a small piece and stuffed it in, then stared at the cigarette case for a few seconds, and suddenly said: "It seems that the soul can also be lit, and it can be used as a cigarette. Do you smoke?"

Yu Song: "..."

Chapter 39

◎He survived◎

When Song woke up again, he found that he couldn't move, more precisely, his lower body couldn't move.

He closed his eyes and twitched his body, only to hear a puff, as if something broke, and then——

"He tore himself apart." Jean Yu Song said in a surprised tone, the voice that he had only heard once and could never forget,

What's going on, who ripped himself off?

Yu Song couldn't turn his head around. He opened his eyes with great effort, but found that his eyelids were covered with something, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

"Hey, he is still exerting force, if he continues to exert force, his head will be broken." It was that voice again.

Yu Song suddenly didn't dare to move, he suddenly understood that what the person said seemed to be himself.

Shouldn't he be in the cigarette case?How could it be - oh yes, he was taken out and then lost consciousness, but how did he become like this, his memory was fragmented again.

He froze and did not move, but the voice did not stop: "He is not moving again, will he be eaten?"

Yu Song was going crazy, no matter what he did, he couldn't do anything right.

He was completely motionless, every part of his body was expressing his final decision - to give up.

And this time, the voice finally didn't comment on his actions. After a while, he heard footsteps from far to near, and finally stopped above his head.

"What are you doing lying down, get up quickly."

Then Yu Song felt a burst of warmth on his face, and the things stuck to his eyes disappeared.

He opened his eyelids, and the first thing he saw was a well-defined chin. The light was too dim, and apart from the drops of water hanging on it, he couldn't make out the expression, but that alone was enough to make a ghost like Yu Song I got goosebumps all over my body.

He is afraid of this person.

Fang Wei knelt on the ground with one knee, ignoring the muddy ground, and stared coldly ahead.

The dripping speed of the surrounding rain seems to be much slower, and every drop of water that happens to splash on the ground seems to be in slow motion, and the air is colloidal.

Yu Song was affected by the surrounding atmosphere, and even forgot that he couldn't get up at all just now, and hurriedly struggled to retreat on the ground, miraculously, his legs could move, but they were a little light.

But he backed up not too far before bumping into something, and looking up, all he could see was darkness.

Chong Jiu lowered his eyelids and looked at Yu Song, the dark green light flashed in his eyes, as if it was Yu Song's illusion.

When Chongjiu looked back, Yu Song found that he was looking in the same direction as Fang Wei. Following his gaze, he saw a dripping, swollen ghost looking at them ferociously.

The resentment on the ghost almost turned into substance, stagnating the speed of the rain, and even the surrounding air was affected. All signs show that this ghost is no longer comparable to ordinary resentful souls, let alone Yu Song. A ghost with an incomplete soul, he can only be eaten.

Yu Song got up from the ground indiscriminately, wanting to turn into a wisp of smoke and hide it in Chongjiu's hair like before. As soon as he got up, he heard Chongjiu say: "You'd better stay away from me."

Yu Song raised his hand halfway and looked at Chong Jiu blankly.

Was he disliked?

Chong Jiu didn't explain, strode to Fang Wei's side, picked up the umbrella that had fallen aside and handed it to Fang Wei: "Find a place to hide."

Fang Wei's right hand hanging on one side has been arched, and a thin paper talisman is stuck inside, with incomprehensible symbols painted on it, using cinnabar.

However, after hearing Chong Jiu's words, he clenched his hands into fists calmly, and when he stood up, he naturally put his hands in his pockets, and the talisman was put away like this.

Looking down, the coldness on Fang Wei's face was replaced by fear. After taking the umbrella, he clasped the handle with both hands, and whispered, "Master Jiu, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, you find a safe place to stay, and take that soul with you, you were able to catch him earlier, you might not be afraid of ghosts." Chong Jiu didn't look at Fang Wei, so naturally he didn't notice the look on Fang Wei's face. How deliberate the fear is, like a poorly made mask.

Having said that, Chong Jiu walked past him. Except for Yin Qi, there was no power fluctuation in his body. He was obviously punished by God, but he walked out of the posture of the boss of the sky and his second child.

Yu Song leaned over at this moment, ignoring Wei's fear, and asked under the umbrella, "Where should we hide? There are a lot of stones around here, but there seem to be a lot of resentful spirits, and I feel that nowhere is safe. Why? manage?"

For the time being, he regards Fang Wei as one of his own, after all, they are still in the same camp.

As a result, Fang Wei didn't even have the intention to move, his feet were nailed to the ground without moving, and after hearing Yu Song's words, he asked casually, "Where are you going?"

"Didn't he tell us to hide? Have you thought about where to hide?" Yu Songdong looked around, and there seemed to be no place to hide in the house. It's easy to kill people with stones, but it's a bit difficult to hide up.

Fang Wei said, "Isn't this hiding?"

Yu Song wondered: "Where is it hidden?"

"Under the umbrella."

Yu Song: "..."

He suddenly felt that the cigarette case was also a good place to go.

After all this tossing, Chongjiu's hair was loose behind him, dripping wet, messy strands of hair stuck to his pale cheeks, one black, one white, one couldn't tell who was the ghost.

Fortunately, his appearance is much better than the water ghost opposite.

Even though the water ghost was not as swollen as before, his five sense organs were still horribly crowded together, and a pair of bean-like eyes were fixed on Chongjiu.

Even though he didn't leave the scene for a moment, he still hasn't figured out how this person came out intact despite being crushed under a rock.

Although they reached an agreement, it was impossible to achieve such an effect.

"Who are you?" The voice of the water ghost faded away from the layer of deliberate bewitching, hoarse as if sandpaper was put in his throat, every word was tearing, maybe even his throat was soaked.

"Are you afraid of me?" Chong Jiu walked forward step by step.

He tossed the hair hanging in front of his eyes casually to one side, and his eyes didn't look like he was looking at a vicious ghost, but a bit like - looking at a ripe and rotten fruit, he kept it just to attract more flies.

The water ghost didn't back down because of his great self-control. Obviously he insisted on signing a contract with this person, but now that his goal was achieved, he was the first to give up. No matter what, he couldn't bear the result.

He forced himself to hold down his uneasy emotions, and sneered: "No matter who you are, since you have promised me, you have to do what you promised, unless you are not afraid of thunder and death."

"A bad death?" Chong Jiu laughed out loud, "There are too many people who want me to die a bad death. You may have to wait in the back row. You may be in the queue at any time."

"Who the hell are you and what do you want to do?!"

"Didn't you just say that it doesn't matter who I am? Why are you asking again?" Chong Jiu finally walked in front of the water ghost.

The water ghost is not tall, only reaching Chongjiu's shoulders, with tattered cloth strips hanging on his body, his face is swollen, his hands, feet, arms and legs are swollen, and his belly is big, so it looks a bit like a giant.

"What does he want to do?" Yu Song unconsciously watched Chong Jiu's steps.

He felt disgusted just looking at the ghost, and he really admired Chong Jiu for being so close.

"Aren't you going to hide in the cigarette box? Why are you still standing here?"

Yu Song: "..."

He unconsciously wanted to take two steps back, but he forgot that this person could read minds.

"I can't read minds. It's because your face is like a display screen, which writes out all the thoughts in your heart." Fang Wei's words were not convincing at all, and he didn't turn his head to look at Yu Song.

Yu Song's face, which was called a monitor, was of no use at all.

"He wants to force a confession." Fang Wei always thinks of explaining when others are about to retreat.

Yu Song was like a puppy with no memory. After being patted, he moved two steps forward and stood under the umbrella: "Extorted confession? Is it like it was shown on TV? But there is nothing here. You want instruments of torture or something, and the other party is still a ghost."

Fang didn't explain what he didn't explain, he was all casual, and he didn't bother to say more after a sentence, he just looked down at the position on their right side.

Yu Song followed his line of sight, and saw a woman covered in blood lying on the ground with her head down, her entire face hidden in her hair.

"she……"

Before Yu Song could finish his sentence, Fang Wei walked over and lifted the woman's shoulders with the tip of an umbrella and turned her around. Her face was covered with mud and her identity could not be discerned at all.

Fang Wei knelt down, poked the hair sticking to her face with one finger, and said, "You don't know?"

When Yu Song heard this sentence, his expression was dazed for a moment, and then he stared at that face for a long time without any reaction. After a while, he slowly squatted down and looked at the unrecognizable face: "I, know?"

"Isn't this your house? Don't you know the dead person found in your house?" Fang Wei asked.

Yu Song looked at the woman's face without blinking: "It seems, I have a little impression... I can't remember... She is..."

"Forget it." Fang Wei suddenly stopped asking, turned the woman's body face down again, glanced at the blood-stained fingers, caught a glimpse of Yu Song still squatting in the corner of his eyes, and pulled him, then It's a strange thing that the dirt on a single finger rubs onto a soul like this.

After withdrawing his hand, Fang Wei looked at his clean fingers with satisfaction, and said kindly: "Go to the other side, don't you see that the one lying on the ground is about to catch you?"

Female ghost: "..."

On the other side, after Chongjiu stood in front of the water ghost, the water ghost's entire face became ugly, although his face was originally bruised and purple, which was very ugly.

"Don't panic." Chong Jiu leaned against the stone next to him, the one that was pressing him down before, but now it has become a decoration.

He fumbled in his pocket, but there was nothing in it, remembering that he dropped the cigarette at some point, and Fang Wei picked it up.

Smoking has become a habit. If I don't smoke when I want to, I start to feel unhappy.

The three words in a good voice said yes, but the tone behind it instantly softened, revealing impatience in the tone: "I will naturally do what you say, and you can kill as many people as you want. There is no problem with the soul."

"You actually know books?!" The water ghost almost jumped up in shock.

However, Chongjiu was not interested in his abnormality at all. He used the most flat tone and said almost threatening words: "But if I want to live, you failed to bring him back to life—"

"Hell may be heaven for you."

Chapter 40

◎"Leader, Master Jiu is going to take you under the knife!"◎

What heaven and hell are, no one alive knows.

Even if the dead have been seen before, when they pass through the gate of reincarnation, drink the legendary bowl of soup, and come back to this world empty and naked, they will forget everything.

But these are the thoughts of the living. The living have not yet reached that point, and most of them don't take these things to heart. Only those who are experiencing death know how terrifying the word "death" is.

They hover between yin and yang, being repelled and driven away, and they will be wiped out if they are not careful, but they can't conceive because of their deep obsession.

The ghosts that have been wandering in this world for a long time without leaving, are gradually torn apart by the yang energy of the world, and finally turned into dusty fragments, which fall in a certain corner until they disappear completely.

Those who can survive in the world mostly rely on other things, such as water ghosts.

Chong Jiu looked at the water ghost in front of him who was rolling his eyes, and gave the water ghost time to think.

He rubbed his fingers, still thinking about Fang Wei's cigarette case, but judging by the shriveled appearance of the cigarette case, it is estimated that the contents inside were gone, and he had to ask Yan Zijin for more points, after all, it was Yan Zijin's employees who lost him smoke.

Having said that, when he exchanged himself with Yu Song just now, he was actually holding the attitude of giving it a try.

He is really not in good health now, but he felt that he was lying there for Yu Song, and now that the Lord is back, they should return to their respective positions, but he didn't expect that it was just a simple contact, and they changed back in an instant.

Chongjiu himself was shocked.

After changing it, I will never drag Yu Song to ask him how he changed it back, not to mention that coward has been lying on the ground motionless since he changed it, as if he was sleeping soundly.

Then he saw Fang Wei standing on one side with a smile.

Chong Jiu moved his legs and feet, and he was a little unaccustomed to recovering at first.

"How could Master Jiu be caught in such a place by a ghost." Fang Wei took the cigarette case in Chong Jiu's hand, "Don't throw it around, in case you end up in that inexplicable room again."

He was talking about Xu Ping's incident, but the place where they are now cannot guarantee that it is not another "Xu Ping's room".

Chong Jiu looked down at his empty fingers, his skin had no color at all after being exposed to the rain for a long time, and even the scars at the corners of his eyes were bloodless.

He is very patient today, but he is very patient for anything he really wants to do. This is one of the good habits he has developed since he stayed in the bookstore for so many years.

His silence does not mean that other people have such patience, especially the invisible aura around Chongjiu has an inexplicable pressure on the ghost—the pressure from the gatekeeper of Huangquan.

However, the position of janitor is really not recognizable, unlike the widely circulated black and white impermanence, wearing a tall hat and sticking out his tongue, one can know his identity at a glance.

So even if Chong Jiu stood in front of him, his youthful appearance would not hang with the gatekeeper.

The water ghost has a serious expression.

His heavy face is much better than his smile, at least not so wrinkled and disgusting.

"Who are you? You are not from this village." Shui Gui hoarse, looking at Chong Jiu with unfriendly eyes.

"It's you who keep saying that those lying there are my family members, have I admitted it?"

No!

The water ghost almost bit off his tongue, but fortunately he only stopped the moment before the teeth were put down.

His loose flesh couldn't stand the toss anywhere, and it was hard to tell whether it was the tongue or the teeth that fell out after this mouthful.

The water ghost opened and closed his lips several times, and finally asked, "Who exactly do you want to live with?"

"Isn't it too late for you to ask now?"

"you……"

Chongjiu's initial plan was just like what Fang Wei told Yu Song, to extort a confession was actually to ask some questions about the cult they guessed and the magic that can make people alive.

But the water ghost didn't know where he couldn't think about it. He insisted on emphasizing the living and the living with him. There were too many bewitching voices, and it still aroused that little demon in Chongjiu's ears.

If that person can really come back to life...

"Tell me, how many lives do you need to strengthen yourself?" Chong Jiu asked, moving his wrist.

The water ghost suddenly didn't dare to answer. There was a contract between them, and every word was like a spirit.

He didn't know the identity of this person, and his intuition told him that this person was not simple, and the contract that was originally unilaterally beneficial to him suddenly became unpredictable.

The water ghost didn't speak, Chong Jiu just waited, one person and one ghost fell into a stalemate.

For a while, there was only the sound of rainwater beating the ground, softly, falling into the puddle with a thud, and splashing a small amount of water.

"What are they doing?" Yu Song asked Fang Wei in a low voice.

Fang Wei imitated Yu Song's tone and said in a low voice, "Maybe he is considering whether to kill me first or eat you first."

Yu Song shuddered all over.

Fang was not satisfied with Yu Song's reaction, and the ghost was afraid that it would be more interesting than people, so Yu Song's gray figure was a little lighter to the naked eye.

The last one who spoke also shut up obediently, and the already scary environment became more and more weird.

What was even more frightening was the sudden sound of footsteps outside, unhurried, from far to near.

The crackling sound finally stopped in front of a big hole in the wall, and no one looked back.

Yu Song swallowed, his eyes widened, and every part of his body was on high alert.

If he had hair on his body, it would probably all explode.

The voice stopped by the wall for a while, and then entered the room with the next step.

Just when Yu Song thought that something came in again, the visitor spoke first: "Why are they all here, I'll go, what is that?"

This voice was familiar, except for hearing a few words from Chong Jiu when Yu Song was with Chong Jiu today, it was the voice that yelled everything.

After seeing acquaintances, Yan Zijin finally stopped being cautious as before, especially when he saw that Fang Wei still had an umbrella in his hand, he quickly ran over and squeezed under the umbrella: "You can enjoy it, and you know how to bring an umbrella."

"It's not mine, Master Jiu's. Master Jiu knows how to love others and is afraid that I'll get sick, so he left the umbrella for me." Fang Wei finished speaking without any guilt, without even looking at the umbrella. A glance at Chongjiu made Yan Zijin really think that Chongjiu had suddenly opened up and learned how to care for others.

"It's worth seeing him do such a thing in my lifetime." Yan Zijin pretended to wipe the corners of his eyes, pretending that the rain left over there were tears of emotion.

It's just that he lowered his head and just finished wiping the corner of his eye when he caught a glimpse of a black mass not far from Fang Wei's feet.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and after two seconds his eyes widened suddenly, and he took Fang Wei's hand: "You, you, you—"

Then, suppressing his voice, he whispered, "Did you kill someone?"

"No, how could a good young man like me kill people?" Fang Wei simply denied it. After saying this, he glanced at the female ghost on the ground, "But if she moves one step further, I might kill the ghost .”

After Yan Zijin heard this, he quickly turned his head and looked at his feet, and saw that the female ghost twitched slightly, and rubbed her hands on the ground slightly back.

"This is a female ghost?" Yan Zijin looked at the black ball in disbelief, and then at the translucent gray ball hiding behind Fang Wei, "What is this?"

"Oh, this one, Master Jiu gave it to me."

"Why did he give you this thing?" Yan Zijin wondered.

Puzzled and puzzled, the focus of his gaze still fell on the "what thing" he saw when he entered the door.

"What about the other side? What's going on?"

Yan Zijin was really calm. Seeing so many people in the room who were neither human nor ghost, he could still care about the umbrella in Fang Wei's hand, and then asked them one by one in order. He looked very much like a leader who came to inspect.

"I don't know what it is, where are the others?" Fang Wei turned his head to look at the direction Yan Zijin came from.

Yan Zijin: "Yan Su is behind, and the others didn't see him, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fang Wei looked away, and finally said in a low voice, "It's not enough."

Although his voice was low, but the surroundings were too quiet, and Yan Zijin was close, so he could hear it clearly: "What's not enough?"

Fang Wei smiled meaningfully and said nothing.

Yu Song shrunk himself even smaller, he didn't know what was not enough—the water ghost was going to eat people!

Seeing that there were more people in the room, Chong Jiu glanced at it, then turned to look at the water ghost. He didn't look like he was acquainted at all, but he seemed to be making a bargaining chip: "Is two enough?"

The water ghost didn't say anything, he really wanted a new soul urgently, he was about to hit his goal, and as long as he achieved his goal, he could continue to exist in the world for a long time.

Even if you don't meet your expectations in the end, you can still step through that door and transfer to the next life with a complete self.

Thinking about it this way, the water ghost is suddenly not afraid anymore. Even if the identity of the person in front of him is a mystery, he doesn't seem to be someone to mess with. He doesn't know his background and identity, but so what?

As long as he succeeds, it's a big deal to go far away.

The water ghost suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, deliberately pretended to be unfathomable, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled sinisterly: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell the identity of the person you want to save, since the contract is concluded, I will It will make your wish come true."

"If you want to live with only one person, then you only need to exchange two people, two—"

"Any kind of person is fine?" Chong Jiu asked.

The water ghost originally wanted to confuse him again, and at the same time give Chongjiu some psychological hints while taking back the initiative, for fear that Chongjiu would feel pressure to kill, and wanted to tell him that as long as he is a bad person, it doesn't matter how bad he is.

How many pure bad guys are there in this world?It's just a water ghost's rhetoric, just like what Xu Ping did back then, if she accidentally dropped a piece of shrimp skin, she could be regarded as a "bad guy".

As a result, he was just halfway through saying this, and the other party was even more straightforward than him.

The water ghost didn't keep up with the rhythm, and subconsciously said: "Of course not, there must be bad people, only bad people are not tolerated in the world."

Chong Jiu couldn't help but sneer.

This water ghost always brainwashes others. After a long time of washing, he also brings himself into it. He really thinks that he is a god and judges people good and bad.

"So the main god Xu Ping mentioned is you?"

"I am the messenger of the Lord God." The water ghost frowned, but he has no eyebrows, which may have been soaked off, and only a small piece of skin on his forehead is squeezed together, the distance is very close, and his eyes are about to meet, "My God My wish is to help the innocent villagers in this village, since you forcibly seized this fate, it can barely be regarded as God's will, you should be grateful."

"In this case—" Chongjiu thought for a while, then looked at Yan Zijin and said, "Is it a bad person to oppress subordinates and withhold employee benefits?"

Yan Zijin was seen to be hairy all over, subconsciously stood upright, with a small slit in his lips, and asked Fang Wei in a low voice, "What does he mean?"

Fang Wei's eyes were a little dark, he licked the corner of his mouth and said: "It's not good, leader, Master Jiu may be going to take you into surgery."

Chapter 41

◎Crazy◎

Although Yan Zijin's subordinates on this trip seem to be cobbled together, they are actually quite particular.

Although Meng Ci is used to fighting with the leader, he is never ambiguous when working.She is not very good at formations, and usually there is nothing particularly dangerous on business trips, but she is the most suitable for drawing formations, because she has a lot of yin, especially when drawing this kind of soul-calling formation, it is stained with her yin The after effect is even worse.

Yuan Yichuan was thrown here by Yan Zijin at the very beginning. Although he looks like a hooligan, his advantage is that he is extremely good at dealing with people. He can be like a local within a few days after arriving in a new place. There are a lot of brothers and sisters. Those who know are going out to work, those who don't know think that going out to meet relatives is especially suitable for going out as a vanguard to establish relationships.

Fu Yuanyi's identity is relatively more mysterious, his background is basically unknown in the group, and Yan Zijin, the leader, is also tight-lipped about Fu Yuanyi's past.

Fu Yuanyi basically knows everything, but asking him to do it can't be perfect. He is more like an encyclopedia. If you don't understand things, you can find him. Even if you can't get answers to everything, you can still provide some advice. .

And in this kind of place where off-site resources are scarce, he can look up Fu Yuanyi if he can't find the information.

Yu Xin seemed to be the only one who pretended to be the only one who pretended to be a bastard, but he was actually quite capable in spells.

A piece of yellow paper can be played with various tricks by him. Many spare spells in the inventory were drawn by Yan Zijin in a small black room forcibly. Yu Xin drew it one stroke at a time.

Yan Su was originally a hooligan, and he could tell how unscrupulous he was just by looking at his appearance, so he was in vain for his upright name.

At the beginning, Yan Zijin actually brought him back beside the garbage dump, how did he find out, in Yan Zijin's words - fate.

Yan Zijin said this to others, and Yan Su didn't refute it, so this matter has been confirmed for the time being.

Although he looks extremely unreliable, the strange thing is that as long as he comes into contact with formations, he seems to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du. went.

And Yan Su, who is good at formations, is holding the stick with both hands at this time, shaking around tremblingly.

When the accident happened, he was guarding a corner with the other three, just waiting for a piece of talisman paper to be photographed when the wind gradually died down, and then he could find a stool to sit and chat with the soul.

However, before he had time to pick up the stool, the scene around them completely changed between closing and opening his eyes, and the three people around him had long since disappeared, leaving only Yan Zijin alone.

Seeing this scene, Yan Su's first reaction was not whether there was any danger around, his eyelids twitched, and every cell in his body was saying this sentence: No, unfortunately the leader is still around, they are alone.

Sure enough, the unlucky leader did not live up to Yan Su's expectations. After seeing the surrounding situation clearly, the first thing he said was: "Go around and see what's going on, and find other people."

As a person who majored in formations, it was a terrifying thing to fumble around in such an unsafe environment.

However, given that the leader is so stubborn, you don’t need to ask. If he doesn’t go, he probably won’t be able to get bonuses and overtime pay. In the end, he can only pick up a relatively strong-looking wooden stick from the ground and stick it on it. He took out two spells that came out of Curry before going out.

He shuffled a few from the warehouse.

There are many boxes for Curry to store spells, and all the labels on them are all dog-like words. He only found the word "attack" in one of them, and he grabbed it and left.

There are a total of four stickers on the wooden stick, and there are two left in his pocket, which are now wet with water. I don't know if it will affect the effect.

On rainy days, there are no street lights, no sun and moon, and the surroundings are pitch black, and the road ahead can only be illuminated by the occasional flashes of lightning. When the wind blows past his ears, it seems that something has brushed against his earlobe, with a whimpering sound. Quietly, as if crying.

Yan Su was shaking all over, took out his phone and turned on the flashlight function.

Fortunately, the plastic bag left over from the bread I ate before is still in my pocket, and I put it on the outside of the phone to prevent water from entering.

He didn't see anything in the surroundings except for the broken rocks and broken trees. With the light, the whimpering sound in the wind seemed to be much smaller, and the faint crying sound stopped abruptly, as if everything was his hallucination.

He muttered to embolden himself, his steps were slow and nervous, and he always felt that a long time had passed, but in fact he hadn't walked very far.

Yan Su rubbed his arms, the cold feeling was not only from the rain, but also from some inexplicable things, but there was nothing in the stone or the soil, as if the accident appeared in the forest out of thin air, And those houses that have been destroyed have long since disappeared, even though many daily necessities can still be seen on the ground.

After walking a distance of about ten meters, Yan Su had reached the limit of his endurance. He bent down and said, "Leader, there seems to be nothing around here. What's going on? Where are we being taken?"

After he finished asking, he turned around and found that there was no one behind him, and the person who told him to look for traces had gone to nowhere.

"Leader?" Yan Su called out in a low voice, but his voice was too low, and was suppressed by the sound of rain before it could reach far.

While he was hesitating, he continued to look for other people, or when he was going back to look for the leader, a loud bang came from not far away.

Yan Su was startled, swung the stick and turned to that direction, and then there was a scream.

On one side is an empty and dangerous environment, and on the other side is a dilapidated room with uncertain factors and possible colleagues.

After a little hesitation, Yan Su walked towards the room on his feet.

The road under his feet was not easy to walk, and the slippery soil filled the gaps between the stones. It took Yan Su a lot of effort to touch the wall.

He leaned on the wall and poked his head out, and saw the lost leader shrunk behind the stone in a state of embarrassment, and there was indeed a colleague standing beside him, but this colleague was a bit new, and his abilities had yet to be discovered.

Yan Zijin and Fang Wei were behind the rock, covered in mud and rainwater, looking more and more embarrassed.

Yan Zijin thought Fang Wei's previous words were a joke. After all, no matter how inappropriate Chongjiu was, he would not defect at this time and help a water ghost of unknown origin because of a promise he didn't know the truth of.

"Is he crazy?" Yan Zijin asked Fang Wei out of breath, "It was also like this when you raised him before?"

Fang Wei's appearance was not much better, but his breathing was obviously not as rapid as Yan Zijin's, and his face was less teasing, with a more indescribable taste: "Little cats are better at talking."

"That's easy to talk about? If you don't agree with me, you can do it. Isn't he punished by God? He can throw such a big stone with one hand? I suspect that you are partnering to fool me."

"Of course it's easy to talk. He was in the bookstore back then, but what I said was what." Fang Wei squinted his eyes and looked at the black figure not far away. Now Chongjiu is standing next to the water ghost, clearly opposing them. It looks very much like when it was blown up in the bookstore.

Yan Zijin didn't believe Fang Wei's words at all, so Chongjiu's temper made him talk like a ghost.

"He won't really kill me because of the water ghost's words, right? Damn, I've been classified as a bad person for what I did! With a leader who is as considerate as I am... woc!" Yan Zijin thought again To certify for myself, but in the middle of the sentence, another stone fell from the sky and fell right on their heads.

Fortunately, Yan Zijin did not become corrupted due to being a leader for a long time, and his body is extremely healthy. When he saw that something was wrong, he rolled to the side, and when he turned around, he saw that the stone had landed on the place where he had just stood, and even sank a few centimeters .

Yan Zijin turned a little far away this time, completely separated from Fang Wei on the left and right.

He leaned his back against the wall, feeling guilty from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Zijin has been among humans and ghosts all year round, so he can be regarded as a genius, but no matter what, he is still a human being.

The identity of a person has already limited the height he can achieve in this life. Even if he can pat his chest and say that among the people in the world, there are very few who can really beat him, but these words are in front of the gatekeeper of Huangquan. It's really not enough.

What is the comparison between a living person who follows the cycle of karma and a god whose birth is a mystery, but now has a priesthood and guards the cycle of reincarnation?

"Damn it, this guy is crazy." Yan Zijin held his chest, suppressing the itching in his throat, and coughed twice.

He glanced at the broken wall, and was hesitating how to escape quietly, when he heard a familiar breath from the other side of the wall.

As soon as Yan Su came over, he saw such an explosive scene, he quickly turned off the flashlight, and looked along the wall to the other side.

The walls were already dilapidated, empty on both sides, and looked like a thick screen in the middle.

From this angle, he clearly saw a horrible-looking evil spirit standing at the other foot of the room, with things ticking all over his body, and wisps of smoke-like things around him, very much like the fairy air created in TV dramas The fluttering atmosphere, but Yan Su knew that it was resentment, so strong that it turned into substance.

Then he discovered that there was another figure standing beside the evil ghost.

The figure was all black,