"What did you say?"

Yejia repeated it incredibly.

The little black hand trembled between his fingers: "I, I just heard... I heard! Other evil spirits are spread like this, and I don't know whether it is true or false..."

Yejia: “…”

So are you evil ghosts so gossipy?

He pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "Tell me about your king."

"The king is the king." The little black hand twisted.

You know, the ghosts in the game are different from those in real life.

In real life, evil ghosts are often resentful souls that linger in the world by those who died unjustly. However, in the game, this kind of monster is more like the hungry ghosts just now, completely condensed by some kind of resentment and cold ghost energy. They are nourished by the heavy and huge yin energy in the game, and grow and grow by killing players and devouring each other. Their minds often gradually take shape after becoming ghosts.

And it is obvious that the little black hand was born not long ago - it has not even condensed into a complete entity.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that for it, the king that existed since it was conscious is natural and irrefutable.

So Yejia changed his question:

"What level of ghost is the king you are talking about?"

"This... I don't know either." Xiao Hei Hand carefully observed Ye Jia's face and added weakly: "No, but I think he should be S-level or above!"

For evil spirits above level B, the gap at each level is like a natural barrier.

And S-level evil spirits are rare even in the game.

Ye Jia frowned and began to search in his memory for all the S-level evil spirits he had offended, but after thinking about it, no one could match the number.

After all, it is understandable that you want his life.

But simply offering reward information? This is too strange.

While he was pondering, the sound of the car engine approaching came from outside the window.

——A man is here.

Yejia's thoughts were called back.

He looked down at the little black hand in his palm, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully: "Speaking of this, if you recover, you should be almost a C-level evil spirit, right?"

The little black hand suddenly became alert: "...what are you going to do?"

Ye Jia smiled slightly, with a pure and innocent expression: "It's nothing, I just want to ask you to do a little favor."

·

Zhao Guangcheng is a member of the F genus of the Combat Family.

He was the closest member of the combat department to the place where the last signal was sent by Cheng Cezhi, a member of the logistics department, so he received the task of rescue immediately.

However, shortly after he received the mission, the signal from the logistics department member disappeared, and ten minutes later, the signal appeared in the suburbs several kilometers away from the city.

Zhao Guangcheng drove there immediately.

In the weeds, an old-style bus was crooked and slanted into the mud, with advertisements printed on the body mottled, and a stiff smile remained on the faded face of the female star.

Although the members of the Battle Department have their own unique features, they have a very high degree of synesthesia for ghost energy.

Although the yin energy in the air has dissipated a little, the concentration of that level is still shocking.

The instruments loaded in the car started to "Didi" alarm from a distance, and even a layer of black gas wrapped around the body can be seen with the naked eye.

Zhao Guangcheng couldn't help but feel creepy.

A ghost of this level... I'm afraid it's not something that he can handle.

After reporting quickly and making complete preparations, Zhao Guangcheng approached the bus carefully and then walked into the bus cautiously.

After seeing the scene in the car clearly, Zhao Guangcheng couldn't help but be shocked.

I saw two unconscious young men in the car, one lying in the aisle and the other lying on their seats. They were obviously directly eroded by the yin energy, their eyes were closed, their faces were pale, and their breath was dying.

Several huge black ghost hands poked out from the ground, holding their ankles tightly, as if sucking in their bodies.

Zhao Guangcheng quickly activated the carry-on combat technique.

After a few strokes of your back and forth, the ghost hand was accidentally hit.

It let out a terrifying roar with a deep anger, shook it twice with a bluff, then left the two pale victims and jumped out of the window and ran away.

Zhao Guangcheng survived the disaster and was sweating profusely.

Fifteen minutes later, an ambulance roared.

Forty-five minutes later, two logistics department employees who were unconscious were sent to the hospital for a full-body examination.

·

Two hours later.

Ye Jia was wearing a hospital gown and sat on the bed and ate jelly.

Cheng Cezhi slowly woke up on the hospital bed next to him, and let out a hoarse moan: "Uh..."

"Awaken?" Ye Jia stopped digging jelly, turned his head and asked with concern: "How do you feel?"

"The neck hurts..." Cheng Cezhi replied willy.

The culprit was still indifferent and his heart was not beating: "It's okay, this is a normal reaction after encountering a ghost, and his limbs are sore."

Cheng Cezhi got up with difficulty, rubbed his neck, and asked weakly: "So...what happened before..."

Before Ye Jia could answer, he heard a "clang" sound, and the door of the ward was pushed open suddenly.

Liu Zhaocheng, the Minister of Logistics Department, walked in with windy feet. The Mediterranean above his head looked a little brighter than a few days ago. He said with a gaze: "I'm entangled! What else can it be!"

Cheng Ceyi said: "What?"

Liu Zhaocheng briefly explained: "Although the specific inspection results have not been released yet, based on the Yin Qi attribute extracted from the carriage by the Logistics Department just now, it is probably the evil ghost who was ignoring you before that remembered the smell on your body, and this time I chased you!"

"So that's it..." Cheng Cezhi lowered his head guiltily: "I didn't expect that Brother Ye would be implicated by me this time..."

The protagonist he mentioned was now looking away with a calm look on his face, and raised his hand and pointed at the jelly on his desk:

"Do you still eat?"

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Suddenly I felt that my apology was worthless.

He handed the jelly over with a grievance: "...I won't eat it."

Liu Zhaocheng looked stern: "The above notice is that he is worried that the evil ghost will come to you again, so he arranged you into the ward on the top floor to be protected by members of the combat department."

His gaze turned and he fixed on Ye Jia: "As for you..."

Ye Jia pulled the second jelly and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

really--

"The bureau has limited funds. You can move to the general ward for two days to observe. When nothing happens, you will come back to work."

Yejia: "…Asir, you are treated differently."

I thought I could earn a few more days of vacation this time! So Is it just two days?

...It's a loss!

"Different treatment?" Liu Zhaocheng sneered: "There are so many documents in the bureau these two days, or do you want to start processing work in the next two days?"

Yejia: “…”

He put down the jelly and sat upright:

"Minister Liu is kind-hearted and sympathetic to his subordinates. I am grateful and cry out, and I can't express my words."

Liu Zhaocheng: "…………………………… Go and eat your jelly.”

Twenty minutes later, the minister and members of the combat department escorted the high-risk target Cheng Cezhi away from the ward.

Ye Jia also came down to the general ward under the guidance of the nurse.

There are four beds in the ward, but luckily, three are empty so far.

So Yejia chose a bed near the window.

As soon as he sat on, a tick sound came from the window.

Ye Jia turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw the little black hand lying on the window waving to him wildly: "..."

The little black hand squeezed his body into the crack in the window bit by bit, and it shook proudly:

"Look at the right way I took! The last place in that girl's memory was the bus. Now you have found the real murderer, so why not..."

Unexpectedly, Ye Jia shook his head:

"The real murderer is not that one."

The little black hand froze: "Ha?"
To be continued...