There is no need to cover it up anymore.

Another extremely aggressive ghost aura exploded in the carriage, and the familiar aura made the ghost awake for a moment from the chaotic rage.

Its body suddenly froze.

It seemed as if the long-closed memory was awakened and suddenly appeared in front of its eyes...

Wait...this...

Taking advantage of the moment when the hungry ghost was stunned, the young man smiled slightly, and then without hesitation, he reached his hand into its huge open mouth.

——Indeed, the props in the game cannot penetrate the very hard skin of hungry ghosts, but they are not without weaknesses. The bloody mouth covered with sharp teeth is not only their most powerful weapon, but also their only weakness.

And when they prey after being angry, they will open their mouths to the maximum.

This is also their weakest moment.

Ye Jia looked at the pale face less than a few inches away from him, and the smile on the corner of his lips deepened, and he greeted him friendly:

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

The next second, the black shadow condensed in his palm.

"Thorn-" A huge sickle penetrated the other party's belly and teared its body directly from the inside.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ye Jia turned his wrist, and the huge sickle instantly cut the evil spirit's body into two halves. The snow-white blade cuts the air, and the cold sword light shines through the bus wall-

It seemed as if it was faded, the clean and tidy appearance in the bus gradually dissipated like a reflection in the water, revealing the decaying wall after being rusted by time.

This is an old empty bus that seems to have been eliminated for a long time, in a mess, and seems to be falling apart at any time.

The fog outside the window is dissipating.

“——and, goodbye forever.”

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the breathless ghost lying on the ground, and added calmly.

The back of his hand was scratched by the other party's sharp teeth, and blood dripped down his fingertips. The sickle in his palm had disappeared without a trace.

I saw that half of the hungry ghost's body was completely transparent, and the rich black ghost energy quickly disappeared from its wounds.

It was still screaming and roaring, but the weakness in its voice could no longer be concealed.

The little black hand quickly retracted Yejia's shoulder in panic, grabbed his collar tightly and screamed:

"Ahhhhhhhhh you scared me to death!"

"What a panic," Ye Jia took the time to glance at it, a little confused: "Its mouth is not on his face."

Little black hand: "..."

Grass.

...It is impossible to refute.

The dissipated ghost energy slowly surged in the corners of the bus, rushing towards Yejia along the ground.

It was as if there was some terrible existence, quietly lurking in the seemingly slender body of the young man, hungry and greedily sucking and swallowing all the energy around him, quickly transforming the ghost energy overflowing in the air, flowing into his blood vessels, turning into his bones and blood, and becoming a part of his body.

On the back of the white hand, the bright red wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the end there was only a light pink trace.

At that moment, the little black hand suddenly froze.

It seemed as if it felt something, and instinctively turned its head and looked at the young man who was being grabbed by his collar.

The cold and wet mist slowly dissipated, and the dazzling sunlight at noon shone through the car window glass.

The young man's side face was pale and clean, and the thin fluff on his cheeks were clearly visible in the sun. His eyelashes were low and his expression was calm, and he had a kind of gentle and quietness that was enough to confuse people. From his body shape and even his breath were no different from ordinary humans.

The little black hand looked at Ye Jia in a little shocked and suspicious.

Was it its illusion just now?

Why does it feel...the smell on this human body suddenly became a little...

fear?

The bus has now completely returned to its original state, and although it has only been running in the mist for a few minutes, the urban streets outside the window have disappeared, leaving only a wilderness.

Ye Jia looked at the hungry ghosts on the ground, and his expression suddenly became a little complicated.

"What's wrong?" The little black hand's attention was diverted. It grabbed Ye Jia's collar, followed his gaze, and looked at the ground with his head: "Did you find any clues?"

Ye Jia sighed quietly: "Do you know? The salary of the combat department is six times that of the logistics department."

Little black hand: "..."

Yejia: "And the benefits are better."

Little black hand: "………………”

Yejia: "I am doing the combat department with my salary from the logistics department, and I am so tired."

Little black hand: “…………………………………………”

Yejia: "I want to take a vacation."

The little black hand fell into a long silence.

——So it was indeed an illusion just now.

At this moment, the hungry ghost who was already vaguely sensible seemed to be stimulated by his words, suddenly struggled suddenly. The pale face raised and looked straight at Ye Jia, and a hissing and vicious voice came out from his throat: "ACE... It's really you... Hahahahaha, do you think you can worry about everything after you leave the game? Your name on the hatred list will disappear after you are so scared... Hehe, hehe..."

Ye Jia's eyes were slightly darker.

Hate List…?

Regarding this, is the little black hand true?

"The king will come to find you..." The hungry ghost laughed resentfully: "No one can escape after doing such a thing..."

Yejia: "???"

etc?

What to do?

But before he could ask something, the hungry ghost disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Ye Jia took a deep breath, then reached out and pulled off the little black hand on his shoulder and shook it:

"What did I do? Do you know what it says?"

The little black hand hesitated and replied: "I...I don't know either..."

Ye Jiahuang tried harder.

"Wait!" Xiao Hei's hand was so shaking that it was dizzy and shouted: "Okay! OK! I just heard of it..."

Yejia asked: "What did you hear?"

Xiao Hei's hand stuttered: "It's...it's like...you abandoned Wang Shizun...what...and so on..."

Yejia: “……………………………”

Wait, what?

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A surging sea of ​​blood.

The dark land slowly oozed out blood, gathering into the silent surging blood Hanoi, with broken limbs and bones stacked, white and scarlet mixed in everything, forming a country of death with rich blood.

This is a field.

No one can know how powerful its owner will be able to build a field that is so huge that it is unimaginable.

In the center of the field, a man sat on it with his eyes closed.

His eyelashes moved.

As if he had noticed something, the man slowly opened his eyes.

His pupils were dark red, like a condensed and concentrated sea of ​​viscous blood, slowly surging in the quiet darkness.

He looked in a certain direction, his pupils shrank slightly, like a cold-blooded predator who had finally caught his prey, and a fleeting sneer appeared deep in his eyes.

finally.

The next second, the breeze of blood flowing passed by, and the corpses made a giggle and rubbing sound.
Chapter completed!