"Three more died."
Mao Yongan looked at the corpse in the distance and muttered to himself, his voice as blank as ever.
The strong man smiled, fell lazily to the ground, held a low-quality cigarette in his mouth, and took a puff of enjoyment: "Little Taoist priest, I know what you are thinking, put away your mentality. it's useless."
"In this fucking world, death is a kind of relief."
"And if on a real battlefield, if your teammates die and your emotions are affected, it's easy for ghosts to guide your mind."
"But you're still young, just get used to it."
"Death is not scary, but you have to remember that if there are ordinary people behind you, even if you are kneeling, you have to work hard to live."
"Especially Qian Qian, never show such confused and sad emotions!"
The strong man's expression suddenly became serious, he looked at Mao Yong'an solemnly, and said seriously: "If even our group starts to become desperate, then the ordinary people in the city will really have no hope. "
"So, even if you are really scared and want to cry, you have to hold it back on the battlefield!"
"I won't mention the attributes of ghosts."
"Emotions are contagious. If your emotions affect the rhythm of the war, then you are a sinner!"
"understand?"
...
Listening to the strong man's cold words, Mao Yongan nodded silently and looked up at the three corpses in the distance again, but this time his face did not show any emotion.
The strong man took another long drag on his cigarette and then grinned: "Yeah, be more open-minded."
"Sooner or later we have to lie there, why bother worrying about others."
"But it's not enough to just be expressionless, you also have to laugh, laugh wildly, and laugh wantonly."
"You've been living a precarious life, and you're still holding back every day. What's the point of living? It's better to just die!"
After taking the last puff of the cigarette, even the cotton was a little burnt. The strong man reluctantly threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stamped it out, casually patted the dust on his butt, and stood up.
"Okay, everyone who is still alive is ready. It's time to withdraw."
"The smell of blood is too strong, and the ghost will come soon."
"The bodies of Liu Quan and the others... should be buried on the spot and left with a mark. If there is a chance, we can pick them up again in the future. Anyway, no new ghosts will appear."
After a few instructions, everyone was laughing together except Mao Yongan who still couldn't laugh.
He skillfully dug a big hole in the ground and buried his three teammates in it. He also grabbed a handful of weeds on the side of the road, crushed them, and smeared them on his body casually to cover up the smell of blood from his wounds. Then he walked away.
“Team Yu, you’ve made a fortune!”
"When we go back this time, what we get is definitely the most beautiful cub in the God Burial City."
"I really look forward to seeing who can go back alive. Thinking about the pretentious scene makes people's blood boil."
A group of people just played around and disappeared into the mist of the wasteland.
And Mao Yongan, who had been silent and followed behind everyone, looked at their backs, with a little light shining in his somewhat silent eyes.
Is this... the path I want to take?
He wasn't sure.
But today, this ordinary old investigator used the most realistic words to teach him a vivid lesson.
There may be many classes like this.
And which path he will eventually take is unknown, at least...no one knows it yet.
…
"There seem to be more and more guys chasing me lately."
Wang Ye skillfully dug a hole in the ground, buried himself in it, and skillfully controlled his mental power to gather and even flatten the soil on both sides.
At least from the outside, it looks unremarkable.
This series of operations only took about ten seconds.
Soon, a group of guys exuding an astonishing ghostly aura swarmed past the land. One of them even had blood flowing from his body. The blood flowed along the soil and almost reached Wang Ye's face.
But Wang Ye didn't care. Instead, he stopped breathing and his heartbeat gradually stopped.
It wasn't until those ghosts who were dressed nondescriptly and always felt that they were missing something left, that he carefully revealed a shining bald head on the ground, glanced around furtively, and only after making sure it was safe, he got in. come out.
"These ghosts are getting stronger and stronger."
Wang Ye frowned slightly and muttered to himself.
Among the ghosts chasing him recently, a person in the realm of Bodhisattva has appeared. Although this is in a restricted area, and there are only a few people with this level in the restricted area.
But it still made Wang Ye full of vigilance.
What if there are four eternal nights?
By then, if all these ghosts have evolved to this level, even if they kill Heavenly Court and Lingshan, it will be a huge headache to finally eliminate these ghosts.
At least Wang Ye wants to kill one now, and the energy he consumes is definitely not small.
Moreover, this is only the Bodhisattva state.
Beyond the realm of Buddha...
Wang Ye didn't dare to think about it. The consequences would be too great. Tianzhu might have to spend countless energy and time to eliminate it bit by bit.
Perhaps it is a long-lasting project.
…
But having said that, after these ghosts become stronger, they will always automatically collect some good things to feed themselves.
This is what caused these poor people to become rich again.
This allowed Wang Ye to see a golden road to wealth.
However, they didn't seem to be very friendly to me, and after gaining some aura, they spared no effort in chasing me.
Including the one in the Bodhisattva state.
Wang Ye even suspected that his IQ had reached that of a human being of about three years old.
It sounds quite ordinary.
But three-year-old children, if they are smarter, can memorize the 99 multiplication table.
Even if the records in ancient books are true, then the so-called learning of literature at the age of three and poetry at the age of five. If you calculate it this way, the IQ of a three-year-old is definitely a leap forward for a ghost.
The most important thing is that the hearts of these ghosts are full of violence and blood.
Even with intelligence, this is still the case.
Even their demand for Qi and blood is stronger, but they are still afraid of the Tian group, so they have not taken action.
But when the day finally came for the strength to improve again, Tianzhu...
will be their first target.
