"Do you... want to gain power? Do you want to live...?"
A strange, hoarse and emotionless voice sounded, and every word seemed to be full of temptation, as if he was about to fall into the abyss of desire.
"Who! Who?! Who are you?" Qin Ming was shocked and growled.
"Brother Qin, what's wrong?"
A sweet voice came from the bathroom. It was Qin Xiaoyu taking a bath inside.
"It's okay, you continue washing, I'll go out first."
After Qin Ming said this with an ugly expression, he went out directly.
When he came outside, Qin Ming said with a gloomy face: "Tell me, who are you? What is this thing? If I guess correctly, you are the strange thing possessing me."
"How about we... make a deal?"
That ghost didn't answer Qin Ming's question truthfully, but said these strange words.
trade?
What deal?
Dealing with such ghosts will definitely not end well, and they might even be tortured to death.
Qin Ming thought for a moment and then said: "What kind of deal do you want to do? Also, who are you?"
"...I can only tell you that the ghost eyes on the person next to you...were...mine...sooner or later...I will...come back..."
After that strange and emotionless voice finished speaking, Qin Ming's heart was filled with turmoil. He couldn't believe it.
"You...you are the Lord of Ghost Eyes!"
"How is this possible! This is impossible!"
Qin Ming said in disbelief that he could not imagine that the one who resided in his body was actually the famous ghost eye master in the original work, the master of Yang Jian's ghost eyes.
But after the shock, he quickly calmed down.
"In other words, that pool of blood is you, so your body should still be in that supernatural space, and what comes out should be part of your supernatural power. It seems that you are still nailed to the coffin."
Qin Ming mocked coldly.
"...You actually know this, this is...beyond...my...surprise..."
"Qin...Ming...let's make a deal...a deal that can keep you alive..."
Qin Ming felt a chill in his heart. Making a deal with the Lord of Ghost Eyes was undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger, but he really needed to live in this world. Perhaps the deal he was talking about was his golden finger.
A golden finger that will be doomed if you are not careful.
"What deal?" Qin Ming asked coldly
"...I...help you obtain powerful supernatural power and make you the top in this world...You help me get the puzzle pieces...complete what I ask..."
Every word spoken by the Lord of Ghost Eyes was devoid of any emotion or emotion, as if it was uttered by a cold machine.
Qin Ming's eyes moved slightly. He was indeed moved. He had no system, no strong opportunities, and did not have Yang Jian's protagonist aura.
And now, what is before us is an opportunity. Perhaps, we can take a gamble and give it a try.
"I promise you."
After three minutes of silence, Qin Ming finally said this.
"...The deal is done...Now I will help you obtain powerful supernatural power and help you balance the supernatural power in your body."
After saying that, Qin Ming's body could not help but feel some tremors, and the surface of his skin gradually turned purple and black, as if dirty blood was oozing out.
Finally, a pool of black-red blood oozed out from under his feet, which smelled fishy. Qin Ming couldn't help but frown.
"This is ghost blood... It has the ability to suppress evil ghosts... defend against supernatural attacks... and... it's not just that..." the Lord of Ghost Eyes said in a low and emotionless voice.
"That's it?"
"...You go and do one thing for me, and I will give you more power..."
"What's up?"
The Lord of Ghost Eyes paused for two or three seconds, and then said in a low and hollow voice: "Go to that supernatural space... release my body..."
Qin Ming was shocked. Released the Lord of Ghost Eyes in advance? He gritted his teeth and finally agreed.
"brush!"
With a flash of inky black light, Qin Ming disappeared and went to the temple.
That's it, Qin Ming's eyes moved slightly, the supernatural space that this temple leads to.
Coming to the basement of this temple, Qin Ming also saw several monks in this temple through the ghost domain.
Ancient blue bricks, at the end of the basement is a wooden door. The wooden door is covered with a thin layer of gold foil and locked.
Qin Ming easily tore off the layer of gold foil and opened the wooden door.
A desolate, lifeless dark space.
Behind him there was only a moldy, moss-covered green brick wall.
"Tick, tick, tick~"
There was the sound of dripping water in the dark space.
Slight, small, but so obvious, especially clear in this dark space.
Qin Ming's eyes were slightly red, which was the supernatural power of the Lord of Ghost Eyes. He could clearly see everything in this dark space.
A bone-white tree is rooted in the ground, with many strange things hanging on it, including dried human heads and old rags... But on the trunk of the bone-white tree, there is a huge black four-meter-tall nailed to it. silhouette.
There was an outline of a person, but no facial features. It was just a condensed black shadow, a bit like Yang Jian's ghost.
But it's different from Yang Jian's ghost. This thing has substance.
A rusty coffin nail penetrated the tall black shadow's chest and nailed it to the tree.
The ticking sound was the black blood dripping from the wound.
"...Pull out that nail and release...my...body."
The alluring and ethereal low voice of the Lord of Ghost Eyes sounded. Qin Ming's mind was moved, he shook his head slightly, walked forward and looked at the coffin nail carefully.
After watching for a moment, he finally reached out and slowly pulled out the coffin nail. As soon as he pulled it out, a powerful pressure emitted, which was supernatural suppression.
………
The black figure seemed to be alive. Although there was no wind, the bone tree shook a few times, and several heads and pieces of rags fell.
Qin Ming's body trembled slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "I have done as you said, it's your turn now."
"…nature…"
The huge black figure suddenly rushed towards Qin Ming and merged into his body.
"ah!"
"You...what did you do!"
Qin Ming fell to the ground and wailed in pain, and the pain that felt like tearing through his body swept through him.
The shadow beneath him gradually expanded, and finally became like the body of the Lord of Ghost Eyes. Qin Ming's eyes were bloodshot, as if they were soaked in blood, and he had a splitting headache.
The skin on his right arm gradually peeled off, the flesh stretched open, and a scarlet ghost eye opened, turning restlessly.
The ghost eye is almost the same as Yang Jian, but the difference is that this ghost eye seems to be more special. Yang Jian's is a very bright red.
Qin Ming's is dark red and can only open one, but it can be opened at any location.
After a long time, he finally calmed down and the pain dissipated. Qin Ming fell to the ground and gasped. Now he was covered in cold sweat. The pain was really not something that anyone could bear.
