While talking, Wang Ye took out one blood-stained letter after another from the bag and discarded it casually.
"I'm a person who likes gambling."
"But if you gamble for a long time, you will find that you can cheat in some games."
"For example, these identical letters of the same type cost three yuan and twenty. You can just find some blood and put it on yourself."
"In this world, blood...is worthless."
The young man twisted his neck hard and looked at Wang Ye.
The group of old monkeys in the corner were still showing their teeth and claws, and at some point, the pedestrians on the street stood up.
"Let me guess, you should be a ghost."
"A ghost with a certain IQ has at least learned a lot about human culture."
"But what I learned is limited, and all the energy is maintained in this ghostland illusion."
"The attack power is not high."
Every time Wang Ye said a word, the young man's expression became a little ugly and he kept backing up.
However, Wang Ye pressed forward step by step. He didn't cut with the ghost knife, but slapped him on the head with the back of the knife, making a crisp sound.
'Dong'
"You still speak dialect to me!"
'Dong'
"Show me a horror movie!"
'Dong'
"You still play with me on and off!"
"Failed?"
"I'm alive?"
"Am I going to play a decryption game with you?"
Wang Ye cursed with every slap. The young man's head was almost completely slapped into his neck, leaving only two eyes outside, spinning around.
"It pays great attention to scene changes and adjusts the atmosphere according to the colors."
"There's a blood moon in a town like this, and everyone knows there's something wrong!"
Wang Ye stabbed him one after another and kept taking pictures.
"After reading a few military books, I treat myself as a human being. Are you worthy?"
With the last sound, Wang Ye's energy surged and hit the young man directly, smashing him into a pulp!
From the very beginning, this village has been filled with absurdities!
Of course, this kind of absurdity is what this strange 'ghost' wants to show to Wang Ye.
Until Wang Ye was lured to the statue.
Then to the second statue, step by step, as if a script was written for him!
But as long as it is a script, there will be loopholes, not to mention there are too many loopholes in it.
Since the statue is a city god, and the city god catches ghosts, how can he go deep into the ground and be indifferent to everything in front of him?
The post office can use it as an assessment task, and it is even less likely that an inexplicable old monkey will prevent him from completing the task.
Everything in this scene is not as real as the mother's tears sitting in front of the stove.
But soon...
Not far away, the face of an ordinary town citizen was distorted and turned into a young man again.
"As long as you can't find the idol, you will still be trapped here."
There was a trace of ridicule on the slightly numb face of the young man, while the monkeys in the distance were restless and rushed towards the young man, quickly tearing him into pieces.
"IQ above ghost king level, strength below ghost soldier level."
"What are the circumstances that created a product like you?"
Wang Ye looked at the young man who reappeared not far away with some curiosity.
"But... the biggest advantage of humans compared to ghosts is wisdom..."
"If a ghost really outsmarts us, will humans still be able to survive?"
With a hint of sigh, Wang Ye suddenly moved.
Not far away, an old monkey who had lost both arms suddenly appeared and knelt on the ground.
Not far away, a little monkey appeared, took a branch and stabbed the old ape's belly hard, completely slicing its belly open.
Tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.
A lower body made of clay rolled out of the old ape's belly and was stained red with blood.
A few other monkeys took a few stone bricks and built a simple altar on the ground.
"This is what you've been looking for."
Wang Ye's voice sounded, and people had already arrived in front of the altar.
A little monkey respectfully placed the half of the clay figurine on top of the altar, crawled on the ground, and kept kowtowing.
Wang Ye took out a real letter and lit it!
The green smoke completely enveloped the half of the clay figure.
Soon, monkeys rushed out one after another from all directions. No one knew where they were hiding, as if they appeared out of thin air.
The two leading apes bowed deeply to Wang Ye.
Because he was healthy, he did not ask other monkeys to help him, but opened his stomach by himself.
A clay figure's head and the upper half of a clay figure's body appeared and were placed on the other two newly built altars.
Three letters, all burned!
The young man became furious, and a town citizen rushed towards Wang Ye with a roar.
Wang Ye looked at this scene expressionlessly and said calmly: "The people named Zhou in this town are these monkeys. You and others are just an illusion."
"I said... your strength is not as good as a ghost soldier!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye's body exuded majestic blood energy, soaring into the sky.
The figure rushing toward him gradually faded, and even the young man became a little unreal.
The three old apes were extremely angry at this time, but they still looked at the clay man stubbornly, as if they had some unfulfilled wish.
The young man became restless, but as Wang Ye said, he really had no other means of attack.
The envelope slowly burned away.
The three clay figures exuded a strong yin energy, as if they were alive.
His legs ran to the upper half of the stump, and with the help of his arms, he put it on, then took off the head and fastened it on the neck.
After moving for a while, the clay figurine became more and more agile.
The three old apes had respect and relief in their eyes. They slowly closed their eyes and stopped breathing.
The other monkeys screamed excitedly and knelt in front of the clay figurine.
The clay figure exuded a majestic aura, looking down on all living beings like a high-ranking king, and finally his eyes fell on the young man.
At this time, the young man was filled with fear and subconsciously knelt on the ground.
"town."
Wang Ye's expression became astonished. As the clay figurine waved his hand, a word "Zhen" suddenly appeared in the sky. It was exactly the same as his own Zhenzi formula. Even the energy fluctuations were very similar.
It's just that the energy contained in the word 'town' is much stronger than my own!
Wang Ye's eyes were fixed on the word 'zhen', carefully observing the energy flow in it, not letting go of any detail, and he had a vague understanding!
The word Zhen turned into a black illusory palm and slapped the young man.
The young man let out a painful scream, and the peaceful town around him began to become distorted, illusory, and seemed to be shattered at any time.
"Wait a minute, I have a few more questions."
Wang Ye hurriedly looked at the clay figurine and shouted.
In order to prove his own camp, Wang Ye also wrote a dark word "Suppression" in the void!
The clay figure was stunned for a moment, and the palm in the void paused, which was a silent acquiescence.
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The author has something to say:
I didn't want to find an excuse for catching a cold today at midnight. I was almost done and I was quite happy. I just wanted to eat something good to celebrate. Then I was so full that I fell asleep on the bed... When I woke up, I found that it was already very late... Please update more tomorrow...don't hit me...
