Wang Ye doesn't have any good way to deal with this at the moment.
Although I know that ghosts will definitely become the number one concern of the human race in the future, for now... I still have to focus on heaven.
After all, what Heavenly Court and Lingshan do after their complete recovery is no different from ghosts.
They are also drinking human blood, but one will put on a hypocritical coat, and the other will be so unscrupulous.
…
Having said that, when there is pressure, there is motivation. Under the high-intensity pressure recently, Wang Ye's originally stagnant state has actually begun to slowly improve.
Although that slight increase was nothing more than a drop in the bucket to him now, it was still surprising enough.
"It's almost Chinese New Year again."
"After the New Year, go and find a way to steal the king's thigh."
Wang Ye has already made his first plan after the new year.
The weather has changed recently, because it has not snowed in Yongye for several years, but today... it snowed.
The snow was falling heavily, and the pure white snow covered the ground.
Soon he was stepped on by one ghost after another without hesitation, destroying this unique beauty.
Wang Ye was a little sad.
In this dark world, a piece of pure white snow seems a bit out of place.
It seems to be cleaning up the filth in this world.
As a result, blind confidence leads to being infected by filth.
"I didn't realize that I still have a bit of a literary youth complex."
Wang Ye smiled self-deprecatingly and adjusted his countless storage containers. When he was sure that most of them were still empty, he reaffirmed his belief and raised his fighting spirit again.
The last two months before the new year, I have to fill them up no matter what.
It can be considered a good year.
"Guys, daddy is here."
Wang Ye said wildly with a ferocious smile on his lips, and walked away in the vast snow, leaving only a row of footprints on the ground.
If all ghosts have reached the Bodhisattva state, it may be due to the general environment.
But if there are only a few, that really proves that there is a treasure!
Otherwise, Wang Ye wouldn't have bothered to tease those guys, wouldn't it be more fun to grab some of the weaker ones?
Seeing that the one in the Bodhisattva realm had been led away by him, Wang Ye sped up and rushed towards its lair.
A shopping mall.
It's just that this shopping mall is a bit old, it's only a two-story building, and it's located in a county town.
However, before Yongye, this county might not be so conspicuous, but after Yongye... this place is considered a restricted area within a restricted area.
'Elm welcomes you'
Looking at the crooked sign and the snowflakes hanging on it, Wang Ye walked forward again.
It's just that this time he looks much more low-key, and he still exudes a ghostly aura. He is not strong, but not weak either. He is the kind of person who is inconspicuous, but not particularly easy to bully.
Because most of the ghosts were attracted away, the county seemed a bit empty, and the remaining ones were nothing more than decent.
After all, everyone who thinks they have some strength will go to Wang Ye.
In other words, they were all robbed by Wang Ye.
Naturally, he doesn't like the rest.
Think about it, a ghost that even people like Wang Ye look down on... must be so poor.
He arrived at the shopping mall without any hindrance and walked in.
There wasn't a single ghost in the mall.
After all, this thing is quite territorial. If there is an absolute ghost king-level presence in the restricted area, the other ghosts will naturally choose to retreat.
There is no smell of blood in the mall. On the contrary, the air is even a little fresh.
No living person has entered the restricted area for many years. The blood has long since dried up and dispersed under the ventilation.
But what puzzled Wang Ye was that he walked around the mall for a long time and found nothing unusual. It looked ordinary.
Everyone believed this place was haunted.
But to say that this place has good things, Wang Ye, with his rich experience, feels that it is unrealistic.
Until he came to the second floor.
After walking past the stalls, I came to the innermost part of the mall, where there was a closed door with the word 'Warehouse' written on the door.
iron gate.
Some are rusty.
Wang Ye gently pushed toward the door, but when his hand was about to touch the doorknob, he pulled it back.
Not quite right.
There seem to be faint lines on the door handle, but they are obscured due to rust. If you don't look carefully, you can easily miss them.
"Array?"
Wang Ye frowned slightly and carefully identified the direction of the lines.
It's more or less half-baked after a few days of learning, and I can't crack the formation or anything like that, but I can distinguish it carefully and see what type it is, and it's still no problem.
Time passed by minute by minute.
There were sudden footsteps downstairs, the sound was dull and the steps were slow.
"Did you react so quickly?"
Wang Ye's expression was a little gloomy. After these ghosts gained intelligence, they seemed not as easy to deceive as before.
After only about an hour, the real owner came back.
Fortunately, after such a long time, he probably understood what this formation was.
It should be of the transport type.
He was fifty percent sure.
Should we go in or run...
Wang Ye fell into a tangle until he heard dense footsteps coming from downstairs. It seemed that the army of ghosts were chasing after them...
He gritted his teeth.
"grass!"
"I hope what Lu Wu taught me is right!"
"Don't cheat me!"
After cursing, Wang Ye directly opened the warehouse door.
The next second, the body disappeared from where it was.
Then the ghosts rushed up, and the warehouse door closed automatically. The ghosts stared at the door and wanted to rush in.
But the Bodhisattva-level ghost became anxious and stopped them directly, roaring loudly.
…
"Amitabha."
"The poor monk looks like his fortune has turned around."
Maitreya held a blood-stained cloth bag in his hand with a smile on his face.
Unexpectedly, there was a colleague from Lingshan nearby, and he happened to be discovered by himself. The most important thing was that there were magic weapons and seals in the bag!
This made Maitreya's mood instantly improve.
This time, Maitreya no longer held back, with a look of confidence, he put his hands behind his back, held the bag, and pushed open the rotten wooden door of the ruined temple.
Then the space fluctuated slightly.
A young man with a bald head and a sinister look appeared in front of him.
"Fuck, it's you again!"
Before Maitreya could speak, the young man's expression changed. He gritted his teeth fiercely. An exaggerated machete appeared in his hand, and he swung it at Maitreya.
"Amita... what the hell, why are you always chasing this poor monk?"
"Wang Ye, are you still shameless?"
Maitreya could no longer maintain his image as an eminent monk. He hid while cursing.
