According to this written record, all people and everything in the world are composed of irregular lines.
This ability roughly means... being able to cut off threads.
The color of the thread is divided into eight levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and gold.
Ordinary people are red.
Soldier level ghost, orange.
And so on.
So...if the king level is cyan, does it mean that there are three realms above the king level?
For a time, this ability brought great inspiration to Wang Ye.
In this world, the division of strength is actually very vague, and there has never been a standard system. As a result, although Wang Ye has a rough comparison, it is still very general.
But now...
It's much clearer.
For example, the line formed by the aura emanating from his body is light cyan.
In other words, he has reached the level of the Ghost King.
If it explodes with full force, it may be a bit more intense, such as dark cyan.
Generally speaking, this piece of iron did not greatly improve my strength, but it completely opened up my body. The benefits for future development are self-evident.
And with the merger of this piece of iron.
Now you can roughly see a general shape.
Like...
A token.
It's just that this token is only about half pieced together. The lines on it are messy, and the writing on it is not in simplified Chinese. Wang Ye couldn't guess what was written on it for a while.
At this time, the mail truck finally returned to normal, driving aimlessly in the wasteland.
Wang Ye took over the control and prepared to return to the Wasteland Ghost Market to continue selling goods.
There are still some things left that have not been released.
Moreover, the ghosts in that place were so easy to deceive, and for some reason, the streets seemed a little special.
Ghosts are very conscious there, or in other words, they follow the rules.
Except for the red and white ghost king who took action brazenly.
Maybe the rules there only apply to half-king level and below?
In any case, since the post office has agreed that all the profits will belong to itself, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't make a lot of money.
These things, armed with his own supernatural troops, may not work well even when the ghost king comes to his own hell gate.
It will consume him to death.
Even Wang Ye came to this area for the first time and was a little unfamiliar.
Not far away, it looks a little weird.
Coffins everywhere.
They are densely packed, probably numbering in the hundreds.
Moreover, there is a sarcophagus hanging on a very huge tree.
The sarcophagus was much larger than a normal coffin, with many lines densely carved on it.
But Wang Ye's focus was not on the coffin.
But...
The sneaky man next to the coffin.
An old man.
Wearing old clothes, his body is stiff and exudes a strong ghost aura.
Ghost King!
If it were just the Ghost King, it wouldn't matter. After all, after fighting the sedan ghost, Wang Ye was no longer afraid of most Ghost Kings.
Even if you can't beat him, you can still run away.
The point is...
This old man looks familiar, very familiar!
In the ancient domain, the old ghost almost killed him!
If Xiao Wu hadn't blocked it for him, he would have died long ago!
He knew this face even when it turned into ashes.
Wang Ye stepped on the brakes without hesitation and sat in the car silently observing.
The world is such a big place, it is a kind of fate to meet you.
It makes no sense that after you give me a hard time, I have to swallow your anger.
At this time, the old man walked very slowly. He opened an ordinary coffin and put his hand in. After a while, he took out an arm from the coffin and put it in his mouth to chew.
The arm looked fresh and dripping with blood.
Behind the old man, more than a dozen coffin lids had been pushed open.
Obviously, this old ghost is eating secretly.
Moreover, he was particularly afraid of the sarcophagus above his head. He would look at it from time to time and even eat with caution.
"Old ghost, life is quite nourishing."
Wang Ye muttered through gritted teeth.
I don't know why, but this old ghost seems to be a little different from other ghosts, and he is obviously more intelligent.
He even knows how to steal things!
Wang Ye gently opened the car door and got out of the car. He ducked into the group of coffins from another corner in the same sneaky way, and casually pushed open a coffin to take a look...
corpse.
A fresh corpse looks more like a sleeping living person.
And...most importantly...
Bald!
The bald donkey of Buddhism.
"Then let's die together."
Wang Ye sneered, and then kept rummaging in his backpack...
Time bomb!
Fortunately, we have recently replenished a batch of supplies, otherwise it might not be enough.
He carefully avoided the sight of the old ghost, hid behind the coffin and kept moving back and forth, finally arriving directly under the sarcophagus.
He carefully attached a bomb to each coffin, and laid a layer on the giant tree where the sarcophagus was hung. Wang Ye's inventory was used up again.
This dose...
It’s probably pretty cool!
After arranging everything, Wang Ye quietly retreated.
After returning to the mail truck, he drove the mail truck a little further and picked an abandoned building. Wang Ye sat on the rooftop, looking in the direction of the coffins, and seemed to be muttering something.
'3'
'2'
'1'
As the timer ends.
There was a violent roar in the distance!
Even the ground shook.
Although explosives can't cause any harm to ghosts or humans,...
This thing is very dynamic!
Blow up buildings, invincible!
soon...
An energy grew from weak to strong, reviving from the direction of the coffin forest.
Immediately afterwards...
The golden light flourishes.
A Buddha figure lying on its side appeared in the void, but there seemed to be a trace of anger on the face of the Buddha figure.
Then Wang Ye saw it.
The old ghost quickly fled into the distance on the plain.
But the giant hand of the Buddha shadow was photographed towards the old ghost.
A big pit appeared on the ground, and the old ghost was smashed directly into the pit.
But soon, he climbed out of the pit, looking a little gray and angry.
A stream of water composed of blood continuously entangled around his body.
Immediately afterwards, the water flowed around the Buddha's shadow and covered the corpses on the ground with their eyes closed.
A word of caution here.
coffin...
It was blown to pieces by Wang Ye.
Soon, the living corpses gradually shriveled up and eventually became mummies.
And the blood flow expanded a bit, even full of ambition, and wrapped around the sarcophagus.
...
"Dog bites dog, one mouthful of hair..."
Wang Ye admired this scene and looked very comfortable.
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