Yejia stretched out his hand and slowly grabbed the human skin's wrist.

The texture is softer than rubber, and even has a faint temperature, making a slight and sticky sound under the press, as if it had just been peeled off from the girl.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the row of human skins with a rough look.

There are twenty-five sets in total.

Each face, skin color and facial features are different. Several of them have appeared in the news or file, but some of them are very strange, as if they have never appeared in the public eye.

They are familiar or strange, but they are all equally young.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, his eyes looked dark and deep.

After struggling in the game for so long, his sympathy has become particularly weak.

However, when he saw the girl's human skins hanging neatly in a row and placed in a dark and uninhabited warehouse, he still felt a calm and silent... angry.

At this time, Xiao Hei's hand poked out from his shoulder.

It gasped in a low voice: "This, these are…?"

Yejia asked: "Do you still remember her?"

The little black hand looked at the human skin in front of him carefully and said with certainty: "It's her."

"She is the remnant soul in that building! I still remember that there was a... very terrible smell in her soul body." Xiao Hei Hand seemed to remember something and shivered unconsciously: "At that time, she rushed to me and wanted to eat me, but I ate it in reverse. Once I finished eating, I felt something was wrong... Then she was contaminated by her soul body carefully and maliciously. You know what happened next."

Yes.

Ye Jia remembered that when he met the little black hand, it had completely lost its rationality, leaving only the desire to hunt, and even its power was greatly strengthened by malicious intentions, so that it could create a ghost creature that could not have at its level.

Can that kind of evil spirit have such a terrible impact on the victim?

After peeling off the skin, it will leave such a deep malicious residue in the other party's remaining soul body, and it can even pollute the ghosts that devour the soul body?

He let go of his hand.

The soft and slim wrist skin lost its support and drooped down, swaying in the air.

There is also the bus carrying the evil ghost into the fog...

At least one thing is very clear now.

The ghost and the player are cooperating.

Suddenly, Ye Jia was slightly stunned, raised his head and looked out the open warehouse gate.

I saw a wisp of gray-white mist penetrate into the dark and viscous night, as if a drop of ink fell into the water and spread rapidly.

The edge of the fog is tightly attached to the ground and flows into the warehouse. The thin edges are rolling around, giving people an unspeakable treacherous and evil.

Through a thin layer of iron sheet in the warehouse that was torn into pieces, Ye Jia heard—

The footsteps were approaching the warehouse, and a voice of a man and a woman could not hear sounded from a distance:

"Driving goods... Such a simple thing can cause trouble,"

The voice was low and slow, with a strange buzzing sound mixed in the line, which sounded particularly arrogant: "Ha, player, human."

——A high-level evil spirit who can release ghosts.

Ye Jia's expression turned cold in his eyes. He pulled off his hood and his figure was swallowed by the darkness that suddenly surged from behind, without any breath left.

More mist passed through the cracks in the walls, pouring into the messy warehouses as if they were everywhere.

Ye Jia's eyes became more and more intense.

He remembered... the fog-like creature that drove into the bus was exactly the same as this one.

Before the mist filled the entire warehouse almost completely, a figure stepped in slowly.

He was a man with a medium figure and a medium figure. From a distance, he looked almost nothing special, but his facial features and figure always gave people a strange...sports and dynamic feeling.

When he got closer, Ye Jia discovered that he was composed of countless dense flies from head to toe. Flies were like small dots of different colors, brown, brown, black abdomen, gray-white wings, green, black, blue compound eyes, and various colors gathered together to form a complete human form.

The buzzing feeling in his voice became stronger: "——It's better to succeed than to lose."

Yejia subconsciously breathed lightly.

He knows who this is.

Lord of the Flies.

Although one of the S-level evil spirits in the game is far less famous and powerful than the others, it has successfully become one of the famous ghost lords due to its omnipresent and ubiquitous disgusting characteristics.

Yejia's eyes fell on the test tube that fell to the ground in the distance, and the drop of green blood inside flashed with a faint fluorescence in the dark.

Could it be that the drop of S-level evil spirit's heart is his?

When seeing the current situation in the warehouse, a glimmer of obvious surprise flashed across the Lord of Flies' face made of countless densely moved flies:

"Um?"

His gaze moved from the sticky pool of blood on the ground to the already fragmented fake blood fish, and finally landed on the human skin lined up in the concentrator.

The buzzing voice of the Lord of Flies became cold, and he almost gritted his teeth: "Such important thing was almost destroyed, those idiots."

"However, this intruder..." The Lord of Flies quickly returned to his calm: "It is really amazing to be able to directly fight against an out-of-control blood fish and cause such a big trouble for us."

He laughed, hissing, his vicious eyes slowly swept through the messy warehouse, with an unconcealable malice in his voice:

"And, I know, you haven't left yet, right?"

Yejia's breathing was slightly suffocated.

The moment Lord of Flies finished speaking, the thick fog seemed to have life, rolling violently, surging towards all directions and cracks in every corner.

The next second, the pool of blood on the ground suddenly rolled up.

A huge goat skull emerged, and it stared silently at the evil spirit in front of it with its black holes. Its jaw spread, revealing its white teeth as sharp as a blade. The tail of the bone swung, and pounced towards the Lord of Flies like an arrow from a string.

The Lord of Flies didn't seem to have expected that another blood Gu fish would appear in front of him.

He took two steps back unexpectedly.

The blood fish rushed into his body, and a large group of mosquitoes and flies dispersed. After the other party thumped back into the blood pool, the flies slowly gathered again and returned to the human form.

Looking at the bloody fish that was eyeing the fierce blood fish, a trace of shock flashed across the Lord of Flies' face:

"It, how could it be here..."

The face composed of mosquitoes and flies showed a clear look of fear: "You are here, then..."

Immediately afterwards, a low voice sounded without warning in the night outside the warehouse:

"What will happen?"

The night is broken.

A trace of cold scarlet blood was like a sharp blade, cutting straight into the grayish-white mist in front of me.

The tall figure of the man appeared in blood.

"Lord of the Flies."

Ji Xuan walked over slowly. His eyebrows were tall and deep, making his red pupils appear dark and strange:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The blood fish slowly swam towards its master.

It rubbed its huge head against Ji Xuan's palm, as if it was saying hello.

The expression of the Fly King calmed down. He lowered his head and bowed to Ji Xuan, and then said in a humming and cold voice: "——It's really a long time no see, king."

He was very pronounced on the last word and looked particularly vicious.

"What," Ji Xuan looked at the evil ghost in front of him with a smile: "If you don't say anything when you come to the city, at least let me fulfill my host's friendship."

"...It's just a private matter." The flies on the Lord of Flies' face swam even more violently: "You don't have to worry about it."

Ji Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at the warehouse in front of him.

It was like a hurricane was passing through the border, with blood limbs everywhere, and the container crushed by a fake blood fish.

His eyes paused on the human skin for two seconds, his voice unpredictable:

"Is that true, but in my opinion, it doesn't look like a private matter."

Ji Xuan stretched out his hand and gently slimly hooked his pale and slender fingertips. The soft liquid ball that was originally placed at the door of the warehouse seemed to have been summoned and rolled towards him.

He chuckled: "I even used a saccato? A big deal."

As he said, the blood color behind him spread out bit by bit, and the powerful and terrifying aura spread out as if it had any substance, quickly swallowing the gray-white mist in the air.

The figure of the Lord of Flies gathered and dispersed with the violent fluctuations of his emotions. He seemed to want to retreat, but he forced himself to stop his instinctive movements.

His voice sounded a little bit gritted: "There is a saying that humans say is very good. If you want to forgive others, please forgive others."

Ji Xuan took a step forward slowly:

"What did you do? Do I need me to forgive you?"

The sea of ​​blood behind him was rolling.
To be continued...