Suburban cemetery!
At this time, the sky was already a little gloomy and covered with dark clouds.
The sun was completely blocked.
Even the air has become much cooler.
In the wooden house in the suburban cemetery, the candlelight had been extinguished, making it look a bit eerie.
The word '1' on the door becomes more and more distorted.
In the cemetery, all the tombstones have cracks and gaps, and may collapse at any time, and blood drips from the cracks in the tombstones from time to time.
The soil kept churning, and arms stretched out of the soil, bloody, as if full of unwillingness!
In the center of the cemetery, there was an extra street lamp, which was emitting a faint light.
The entire cemetery is filled with a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere!
At a glance, it seems...
Human restricted area.
A paradise for ghosts.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye did not enter the wooden house. Instead, he placed the wooden stool in his hand at the main entrance of the cemetery and sat on the wooden stool.
Wang Ye took off the ghost knife from his back and held it in his hand. Wang Ye exuded a cold aura and silently stared at the entire cemetery.
Once upon a time, I was just an ordinary person, and I narrowly escaped death by walking into a cemetery late at night to deliver a letter.
But now, you can actually sit at the cemetery gate with dignity.
Just speaking of repression...
He still felt a little unsure.
As time passed by, cracks appeared one after another on the tombstones in the cemetery.
A dark wind blew.
The air has become much cooler.
I don't know how long it has been...
Finally, the tombstones could no longer block the ghostly aura. Countless ghostly auras rose up in the cemetery, forming a huge ghost domain and completely covering the suburban cemetery.
The scene in front of Wang Ye changed. The cemetery disappeared and was replaced by a brothel.
There was an endless stream of guests, and countless bewitching women stood at the door, holding each of their benefactors in their arms as they entered the brothel.
It seemed that Wang Ye was discovered not far away.
A disheveled woman, twisting her slender waist, came to Wang Ye, sat directly on his lap, and breathed fragrance against Wang Ye's earlobe.
"It's cold outside, why not go in and sit down."
The woman's voice is as clear as a silver bell, gentle and moving, and her eyes seem to be filled with water, filled with all kinds of charm.
And her delicate hands rested on Wang Ye's chest.
Wang Ye's expression was as cold as ever, his eyes were still staring into the distance, as if he had not seen this stunning woman!
Feeling Wang Ye's attitude of refusing to let others go thousands of miles away, the woman seemed a little aggrieved, and even boldly put her two jade arms around Wang Ye's neck.
Tears may fall at any time.
Ah...
Wang Ye frowned slightly, and some energy surged on the surface of his body, shaking the woman out. The next second he drew out the ghost knife, and without even a second of hesitation, he slashed directly at the woman's Tianling Cap, the wind howling.
The woman seemed to be stunned, sitting on the ground, letting the long knife fall and be split into two pieces.
A wisp of blood sprayed out and landed on Wang Ye's cheek. It was still hot.
Wang Ye put away his knife and sat down.
The tip of the knife was stuck on the ground, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, like a spear full of edge.
The woman's body continued to squirm, and finally healed and stood up again.
But at this time, the woman's beautiful appearance had disappeared, and was replaced by a ferocious face, with an eyeball hanging halfway in the eye socket, as if it would fall off with the slightest force.
Insects can be vaguely seen squirming in the eye sockets.
The face was almost completely decomposed, and the body was a pile of rotten flesh, exuding a stench.
"Why!!?"
The female ghost was full of confusion and looked at Wang Ye and growled.
Wang Ye remained motionless.
Being constantly involved with this kind of ghost slave has no benefits except consuming one's own physical strength and energy.
The female ghost's eyeballs finally couldn't hold up any longer, swayed, and finally fell to the ground.
And she rushed towards Wang Ye stiffly, her body exuding a weak ghost aura.
"trouble."
Wang Ye frowned. This ghost slave was a little special. Unlike other ghost slaves, he would die if his head was damaged.
On the contrary, this ghost slave already has some characteristics that belong to ghosts.
In the brothel in the distance, there was still constant laughter and people coming and going, as if no one had noticed this scene. The madam kept receiving every guest with kindness and greed.
"Ah..."
"Got you!"
Wang Ye chuckled, stood up, picked up the wooden stool, jumped over the female ghost, and rushed towards the old bustard!
Then...
The wooden stool swung down and hit the old bustard on the head, making a soft sound.
A hole was made in the madam's head, and the white brain inside could be vaguely seen!
But the madam didn't seem to feel anything. Instead, he turned around and looked at Wang Ye kindly: "Uncle, do you want to play?"
"Play!"
Wang Ye nodded, then picked up the wooden stool and smashed it down again, smashing the madam's head directly.
but...
The madam's chest squirmed and her clothes were torn.
Another head came out of the old bustard's chest, and he looked at Wang Ye shyly: "The uncle is a little rude!"
If a beauty is really so shy, it would be a sight to behold.
But an old bustard who is over fifty years old, with his head on his chest, looks at you like this...
It's really disgusting.
Without hesitation, Wang Ye raised the wooden stool again and smashed it crazily on the old bustard's body...
Again...
In the end, the madam was smashed into a puddle of flesh.
but...
All the prostitutes and guests stopped at the same time and looked at Wang Ye sinisterly.
He was thinking stiffly...
"Uncle, do you want to play?"
The brothel had turned into a huge ghost head at some point. The mouth of the ghost head was at the door, exuding a fishy smell, like the road leading to hell.
The bodies of seemingly ordinary people were rapidly decaying at this moment.
...
Isn't this madam the source?
That...
The source turned out to be the ghost slave that haunted me before?
If the source takes the initiative, it will be easier for people to guess...
Wang Ye turned around, looked at the woman behind him who had regained her beautiful appearance at some point, and rushed over with a sinister smile.
Then...
Blood splattered.
Wang Ye wiped the blood from his face, looked at the squirming mass of rotten flesh at his feet, untied the chain, penetrated it, and sealed it at the edge of the chain.
really...
The surrounding scene disappeared like smoke, and the entire suburban cemetery appeared again.
However, in this short period of time, the tombstone was shattered again.
There was even a guy who had half his body struggling to stand up from the dirt.
The street lamp still emitted bursts of faint light.
But the effect on this guy has been minimal.
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The author has something to say:
I'm so tired. I'm going to rest first.
