There was an endless stream of pedestrians around me, but it was extremely quiet around me. They were like slides, flashing past me.
He lowered his hand and glanced at his phone.
The screen was pitch black, and when I clicked on it, it was just the lock screen wallpaper. Where was the phone?
A shuddering feeling came over me.
Ghostly! ?
As the old saying goes, ghosts are obsessed with the mind, but in fact, they are haunted by ghosts, making certain key holes in a person's body blocked.
Like hearing, vision, smell...etc.
My phone didn't ring at all!
That sound going to the left is not from Tsubaki Ying!
Even, not from humans!
His steps suddenly accelerated, and in a moment he was in front of the small door of the theater that no one could enter.
A hand rested on my shoulder.
His hands were stiff and cold, like cast iron.
"I don't mean any harm." The voice of the male duck sounded strange but also mixed with a hint of familiarity.
I put my left hand directly on my shoulder and immediately clasped his joints.
With one spin of my foot, I'm going to kick him back!
But his limbs were extremely stiff, and he was not a living person at all, like a corpse that had been transformed into evil spirits!
Suddenly, he let go of my shoulders. I took two steps forward and suddenly turned around.
What he saw was a man with a long face, extremely sunken cheeks, a hooked nose, and disheveled hair.
This was only 50 or 60% similar in appearance to the man in the hotel at that time, but his demeanor was exactly the same!
He has already blocked the door of Hades, preventing me from entering!
There were beads of sweat all over my forehead, and I was confused.
I glanced around, but the sense of following around me disappeared, leaving only this person in front of me!
Two razors slipped into his hands.
My muscles all over my body were tense and I was about to take action.
The man's stern expression actually had a hint of sincerity, and he spoke very quickly and cautiously:
"Yang Shan from Huangsi, nicknamed Yang Guiyang, is extremely shrewd and only interested in profit! Although the Taoist priest Zhang Xu under supervision only wears a green robe, the Taoist priests are united. Once they have a target, they will definitely attack in groups!"
"The City God's Temple is neutral across the border. No one will care or ask anything. It seems that they treat you as one of their own, but in fact, they are just using you and will not care about you at all if something happens!"
"You are being targeted by Taoist priests and Huang Si at the same time. It is equivalent to Jin Yang day and night. You have no way out!"
"If you follow Mao Yousan who collects corpses, you will be dead!"
"I Zhang Gui, it was a misunderstanding before. I have no ill intentions. I just want to have a talk with you and seek cooperation!"
My pupils tightened.
Sure enough, they followed me all the way and knew everything that happened in the past two days!
no offence?
cooperate! ?
People who borrow corpses to bring back souls are no different from ghosts. Can you believe lies?
At this moment, a muffled sound came.
The narrow gate opened.
A skinny old man, with his head hanging down, leaned out half of his body.
He glanced at me, but his eyes fell on Zhang Gui.
Zhang Gui's face changed slightly and he suddenly wanted to retreat.
The old man's cheeks puffed up, and a mouthful of thick phlegm spurted out!
Snapped!
The thick phlegm hit Zhang Gui's head!
All this happened in the blink of an eye, Zhang Gui's eyes suddenly blurred, as if dead, and there was a crack in the position of the Tianling Cap directly above his forehead.
A wisp of gray energy suddenly shot out, collapsed with a bang, screams rang in the ears, and then dissipated invisible...
There was wind on the street, and the howling wind blew the gray air away.
The old man coughed and hit his chest twice before glancing at me.
He stepped back into the narrow door with an expressionless face, but the door was not closed, as if he knew I was going in.
My Adam's apple rolled and I swallowed.
Zhang Gui's strength was not weak, but this old man knocked out all the resurrected souls with a mouthful of phlegm! ?
Of course, people can't kill ghosts, but Zhang Gui's trauma was not light, and he didn't know where his soul was blown.
I questioned Mao Yousan before, but now it seems that he was not joking.
Invisibly, his palms were covered with sweat, and he put away the razor.
From the other two ends of the street, several more people hurriedly walked out. These people looked more or less surprised. One person carried Zhang Gui's body on his back, and the other three glanced at me, not daring to say anything more, and walked towards leaving the business. He hurriedly walked in the direction of the street.
In a blink of an eye, they will disappear from my sight.
My eyelids kept twitching slightly, and I never stopped thinking.
Finally, I became determined, closed the narrow door, and hurriedly chased those people!
Soon, I chased him to the intersection of the street, where a black commercial vehicle was parked. Several people were stuffing Zhang Gui's body into it, and another person got on the bus.
Only one person was left, staring at me with slight surprise.
I hesitated for a moment and stepped out of the street.
The moment I stepped out on the street, I felt a strong sense of crisis.
Instinct prompted me to look in several directions subconsciously.
The fleeting green robe disappears into the crowd, or the gloomy underworld hides in the darkness...
The feeling of threat is in the dark, but in fact, it is also in the open!
They knew that Mao Yousan had brought me into the street of Mingfang, and they were all waiting for me to come out!
Normally, I would have gone back.
However, I didn't retreat. Instead, I took a few steps forward and got directly into the commercial vehicle.
The man at the car door looked at me in surprise, and several people in the car were equally surprised.
Zhang Xu's body exuded a corpse stench, and there was someone beside him holding an oil lamp that was burning faintly.
"He can't die, can he?" I said hoarsely.
No one answered me. The man outside also got in the car and the door closed with a bang.
Including the driver, there were five of them, all staring at me.
"Since you can't die, just drive, don't you want to talk to me?"
"I'll talk."
"It's not very safe outside. Do you want to be besieged by Taoist priests? Or by Huang Si?"
My tone was extremely calm and calm.
"Drive, let's go." The man holding the oil lamp said in a slightly sinister tone.
The car was on the road immediately.
I sat in the last row, and the window here couldn't be opened, so I reached over to the row in front and opened a small part of the window.
The cold wind blew in, diluting the strong smell of corpses and the oily smell of candlelight.
The rest of the people in the car took their seats.
Sometimes they looked at me slightly warily, but they said nothing, and no one came forward to talk to me.
I just paid attention to the behavior of the man holding the oil lamp. He took out a small box from nowhere and smeared the yellow paste on the top of Zhang Guina's body.
The smell of corpses became stronger, but it was mixed with a strange aroma.
It makes people want to gag, but also wants to suck hard.
At this time, Lao Gong poked his head out of the chamber pot at my waist again.
He raised his head, wiggled his nose vigorously, and inhaled greedily.
Visible to the naked eye, Lao Gong's dry head has become much more solid.
"Give me some corpse oil for this ghost."
"It also collapsed several times, which hurt the soul."
I spoke calmly to the man holding the small box.
Lao Gong's eyes suddenly became lively, and he shouted dryly and shrilly: "Did you hear it! Come a little, no! Come a little more! My father is happy, and you will have a good life!"
