The sound of opera is full of bewitching power.
One ghost after another appeared from nowhere, numbly and stiffly walking toward the source of the sound.
If it weren't for this weird wooden chair in my hand, I would probably have ended up like these ghosts, and there wouldn't be any suspense!
He rushed towards the city gate cautiously, and he could vaguely see a familiar man on the stage, wearing a costume and unable to tell the difference between male and female, singing an opera.
Under the stage, some were sitting or standing one after another.
He was watching numbly.
What made Wang Ye even more frightened was that at this time, there were two more guys playing drums on the stage. The drumbeats were very rhythmic and matched with the opera, making it even more moving!
This ghost...
Has your strength increased?
In other words, the full version of it has a whole team?
With twinkling eyes, Wang Ye quickly moved away and finally arrived at the gate of the city.
But the steps suddenly stopped.
A ghost dressed in mourning clothes was kneeling at the gate of the city, holding a brazier. Paper money was burning in the basin, and the ghost was crying silently.
This is also the guy I met last time in the wasteland!
And he also robbed him of three pieces of paper money!
Although Wang Ye is now countless times stronger than last time, listening to the ghost's cry, his mental power is still shaking, and blood slowly flows from his ears.
"Depend on!"
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse secretly, and found that the ghost's eyes were always on him, or in other words, his pocket containing paper money!
"What a big loss!"
Gritting his teeth, Wang Ye took out three intact pieces of paper money and threw them into the brazier from afar.
The ghost trembled slightly, raised its head, glanced at the wooden chair in Wang Ye's hand, lowered its head again, and kept crying.
The crying was getting louder and louder.
It even vaguely drowned out the sound of opera in the street not far away.
Even with the protection of the wooden chair, Wang Ye still had a splitting headache and blood began to flow from his nostrils.
"What the hell!"
At this moment, Wang Ye actually understood the meaning of the mourning ghost. Gritting his teeth, he took out three pieces of paper money again and threw them into the brazier.
The mourning ghost looked at the wooden chair with fear in his eyes, and his body kneeling on the ground finally turned sideways, making way for someone else.
Wang Ye, who had always been a thief, was frustrated for the first time and was killed by a ghost.
Carrying the chair, Wang Ye cautiously walked to the gate of the city. Looking at the mourning ghost close at hand, Wang Ye's eyes flickered with coldness.
"I bet you're afraid of this chair!"
Finally, Wang Ye took a deep breath, swung the wooden chair and hit the mourner's back hard.
There was a loud noise, and the cry of the mourning ghost disappeared briefly at this moment. His body trembled slightly, but the wooden chair remained unscathed.
"effective!"
Wang Ye's eyes lit up, he smiled ferociously and picked up the wooden chair again, hitting it on top of it.
There was another loud noise, which almost spread throughout the entire scavenging city.
The wooden chair had a faint trace of sawdust falling off it.
Wang Ye looked at it distressedly, picked up the brazier on the ground, turned around and ran away.
In the basin, green flames suddenly rose, but the temperature dropped strangely.
Wang Ye's hand holding the brazier was covered with a layer of frost almost instantly, and even his blood seemed to be cracking with frost.
"Depend on!"
Wang Ye was filled with unwillingness and threw the brazier on the ground. He looked at the mourning ghost who fell into a brief dizziness and kept scanning.
Finally, with a look of madness on his face, before he woke up from the dizziness, he picked up the wooden chair and hit it again. Three consecutive shocks made Wang Ye almost lose consciousness in his arms, and the tiger's mouth kept moving. shed blood.
Forced to endure the pain caused by the shock, Wang Ye gritted his teeth and kept trying to take off the mourning ghost's mourning clothes.
But the filial piety clothes are like human skin, sticking tightly to its body.
Seeing that the mourning ghost might wake up at any time, Wang Ye could only do the next best thing. He pulled off the mourning ghost's mourning hat, held it in his hand, and quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the ghost mist. .
In about ten seconds, the mourning ghost regained consciousness and found that his mourning hat was missing, and his cry was full of anger.
But there was no trace of Wang Ye.
According to the location in his memory, Wang Ye found the mail truck, got in, leaned on the seat and kept breathing.
His right arm was almost paralyzed due to the shock, and his left arm was so cold from the brazier that he almost lost consciousness.
But it all pays off.
The energy transmitted from this mourning hat is too powerful.
Even Wang Ye didn't dare to try to put it on easily. Maybe... he could trick Mao Yong'an into giving it a try after returning home.
Turning the key and starting the mail truck, I found that the mail truck remained strangely quiet.
No matter how hard I stepped on the accelerator, there was no movement from the engine, as if it was broken.
Wang Ye was startled for a moment, as if he noticed something, and looked at the wooden chair on the passenger seat. He tried to take the chair out of the mail truck, and then the mail truck could start...
"Ri, I thought you were so fierce."
Wang Ye couldn't help but cursed, but he was even more surprised.
This means that Mu Xiyuan is more powerful than he thought, and this trip to the wasteland is not an ordinary profit.
"If you don't drive, I'm going to go back!"
Between the mail truck and the wooden chair, Wang Ye kept looking at it.
Without the mail truck, the journey back would be longer and full of dangers.
but...
The Scavenger City after twelve o'clock was so dangerous that I had to fight my way out even while leaning on a wooden chair. It was just on the outskirts of the wasteland!
Wang Ye got out of the car decisively, without even looking at the mail truck. He endured the pain in his body, grabbed the wooden chair, and walked towards Beijing.
This wooden chair must not be thrown away!
The engine of the mail truck that was left alone roared twice, then drove automatically and shuttled into the void.
Wang Ye walked alone in the wasteland with a wooden chair in his left hand and a mourning hat in his right hand.
…
Shangjing City, Happy Community.
In the flower bed downstairs of Wang Ye's house, the soil was churning.
The usually lively community was eerily quiet at this moment, with no pedestrians walking in the community.
Even the children who used to play have disappeared.
Wang Ye's home is on the 6th floor. At this moment, there are eight households on the 6th floor with eight windows. Except for the one next to Wang Ye, pairs of dark eyes are staring closely at the downstairs along the windows.
In the community, the energy fluctuations in the air became more and more intense, almost causing an energy tide.
Opposite the community, there is a wonton stall. A rural old man is cooking wontons, full of honesty. A middle-aged woman is busy busy, and two children, a boy and a girl, are sitting not far away, playing with their mobile phones.
A few young men with extraordinary temperament were sitting at the stall, eating wontons, not caring that they were stuffed with meat.
In the deepest part of the stall, there was a strong man with a full beard, his eyes were cold, and there was a hint of murderous intent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on this seemingly ordinary residential complex.
And the energy fluctuations in the community became more and more intense.
The sky gradually became gloomy.
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I really can’t add more updates today, my efforts have been exhausted... I urgently need rewards to renew my life and rejuvenate myself.
