But the strange thing is that no matter how arrogant these ghosts are on the street, they will subconsciously stay away from Wang Ye and make way for him.
Is this the little thing Zhang Ziliang created?
Wang Ye was a little curious, so he randomly picked a house and went in. He found that three members of the family had fallen to the ground.
It's just that they are still breathing, they just fainted.
In the corner not far away, there was a middle-aged man standing, holding a pen and paper, writing something down.
Wang Ye walked over. When the middle-aged man saw Wang Ye, he bowed respectfully and saluted.
"What's written on it?"
Wang Ye glanced at the notebook in the middle-aged hand and asked.
“Ratings on each household’s performance.”
"These supernatural incidents can be solved by ordinary people with more courage."
"But so far, no one has done it."
“A lot of people are like me, the better they do, the higher the rating.”
"It includes a comprehensive evaluation of courage, morality, determination, etc."
The middle-aged man introduced him respectfully, then focused on a family not far away and kept writing something in his notebook.
Wang Ye nodded.
Is this what Zhang Ziliang came up with?
But...it's a little too gentle, it doesn't look like his handwriting at all.
unless...
Wang Ye thought of something, looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "What will happen if the score is too low?"
"die!"
The middle-aged man had a gentle smile on his face and said without hesitation.
He even saw some shadows of Zhang Ziliang in this man.
"If you just lack courage, even if the branch score is low, you won't die."
"only..."
"Just like that guy..."
Halfway through, the middle-aged man suddenly looked into the distance.
Wang Ye followed the middle-aged man's gaze and looked over.
A young man who looked to be in his early 20s was hiding in the corner timidly.
A woman with pale hair stood in front of him with firm eyes.
As the ghost got closer and closer to them, the young man's eyes were filled with fear, and he kept shouting: "Mom, lead him away, lead him away!"
"Otherwise he will eat me!"
"Depend on!"
The middle-aged woman froze, glanced at the young man, and then staggered away and ran away.
But the ghost seemed not to notice the woman, and only focused on the young man.
"Damn it, this old damn thing!"
"Are you going to leave me alone?"
The young man's eyes were a little gloomy. He ran much faster than the woman. He caught up with her in a few steps, dragged her to the ground by her hair, and even used a knife to cut a scar on the woman's arm, causing strands of blood to flow out. blood.
And he ran away quickly!
The woman looked at the young man with despair in her eyes, and tears fell from her eyes.
Soon, the woman's eyes closed and she fainted.
The ghost then chased after the young man in the direction he left.
Situations like this keep appearing all around.
"As expected of Zhang Ziliang..."
"A lot of people are going to die again."
With a sigh, Wang Ye, Xiao Wu and Xiao Er left.
He had no intention of intervening in this matter, and since Zhang Ziliang dared to play, he was fully prepared.
It’s just that everyone will react sooner or later.
How could there be a supernatural event where some people just fainted and were not dead, and the proportion was so high.
At that time, Tianzhu will be exposed to everyone's sight.
In order to give an explanation to the masses, someone must be handed over...
No...
No, Zhang Ziliang killed everyone who deserved to be killed.
Most of those who can be found afterwards are people with ulterior motives, and they are likely to face Zhang Ziliang's second purge.
For a moment, Wang Ye subconsciously thought of Zhang Ziliang's harmless face.
…
Lilac Garden.
Wang Ye followed the address, came to the door of Room 302, and knocked gently.
The sounds in the room paused for a few seconds, and then footsteps sounded.
The door opens.
A woman's face appeared in Wang Ye's sight.
"I am Wang Ye. I heard that you are afraid?"
With that said, Wang Ye walked in directly with Xiaowu and Xiaoer.
The room has a hint of freshness, with white walls and a TV playing, and it looks very normal.
Sitting casually on the sofa, the woman who opened the door was obviously in a daze.
"Come on, tell me slowly, what did you encounter?"
"Sit here, don't be afraid."
Wang Ye patted the place beside him, looked at the woman and said lightly.
The woman looked frightened and carefully came to sit next to Wang Ye, her eyes turning red.
"I always feel like someone is watching me."
Wang Ye nodded and glanced at the waiter.
The lines on Xiao Er's body swam, and an eye was quickly pieced together between his eyebrows.
"Is that so?"
Wang Ye pointed at the waiter, looked at the woman and asked.
The woman glanced at the waiter blankly and nodded: "Yes."
"That'll be easy."
Wang Ye smiled and glanced at Xiao Wu, who was already impatient.
Xiao Wu took off his sunglasses, pinned them on the collar of his cassock, then shook his arm, and punched it down under the woman's puzzled gaze.
As if she had no bones, the woman was instantly crushed without any blood flowing out.
The TV in the room suddenly flickered twice, and the color was a little red.
Among them, a middle-aged man was explaining what to do in the face of supernatural events. His head suddenly fell off, but he didn't know it.
The head that fell to the ground still opened and closed its mouth, and kept talking.
If an ordinary person encountered this weird scene, they would definitely scream out of fear.
But Wang Ye silently walked to the TV and turned off the power.
The TV was still on, and even vaguely, the severed head on the TV seemed to be looking at him faintly.
Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged as he took off the TV and placed it on the TV cabinet.
Then he walked around the room casually.
There was a faint noise in the kitchen, and Wang Ye came to the kitchen.
A kitchen knife flew in the air by itself and kept cutting down on the cutting board.
And on the cutting board, there was a pair of human hands.
It's just that the finger has been chopped off almost completely, and blood is flowing along the cutting board and onto the ground.
Then, the fresh smell in the room disappeared, replaced by a fishy smell of blood.
There were streaks of blood on the white walls, and several headless corpses were lying on the ground.
Suddenly, the chandelier on the ceiling shook slightly, and a head fell to the floor. His eyes fell on Wang Ye: "Wang Ye, I'm afraid..."
A familiar voice sounded.
Wang Ye raised his foot and stepped on it. His head exploded and red and white liquid flowed on the ground.
There was a sound of footsteps in the kitchen, and the kitchen knife fell on the cutting board.
Footprints stained with blood appeared on the ground, walking towards Wang Ye's direction.
Under the sofa, wine cabinet, behind the door...
Heads appeared rolling on the ground, staring blankly in the direction of Wang Ye.
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The author has something to say:
I have a bad cold, it's 38°5... I really can't stand in front of the computer to write a manuscript. When I get better from the cold, I'll make it up little by little... Sigh... I'm sorry...
