——So who is the villain of you two?!

"So...what do you want to ask?" blast couldn't help but ask.

Yejia turned his head and looked over, and said without changing his face: "Ah, it's nothing. I just want to know where his vault is."

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Finally, the dream maker let go and spit out a series of addresses.

Ye Jia smiled slightly: "That's right..."

He turned his head and looked at the others: "Do you have plastic bags?"

The three of them looked at each other: "No..."

"Then I have to just put it in a moment." Ye Jia shrugged, and the sickle in his hand slashed down, cutting off the almost corroded carpet in a square piece, then tear the dream maker's head off his neck with bare hands, wrapped it in with the carpet, wrapped it tightly, and stood up with the simple black package: "Do you want to come together?"

Three people: “…”

Grass, you are the villain, right?

After half an hour of taking a taxi, they arrived at their destination.

With the driver's terrified eyes, Chen Qingye gritted his teeth and gave him double the money before getting off the bus - after all, there are too few customers on the bus with a screaming head, so it would be better to give some mental compensation.

This is a private bank where the dreammaker rented one of the vaults.

The receptionist had a pale face and stiff pace, barely maintaining a polite attitude, and brought them to the location of the No. 362 vault. After the password was opened to the iron door, she ran away from everyone's sight as if she had escaped.

In front of me is a very huge vault, which is maintained with high technology in place. There are rows of shelves placed inside, and there are small palm-sized glass bottles arranged on it. Each glass bottle is a translucent liquid. Their colors are dark or shallow, and they are neatly placed on the shelves, and they are almost impossible to see at a glance.

The few people couldn't help but hold their breath.

So much...all are the souls of the victims.

In every small bottle, what was once a living life.

Ye Jia turned his head and said to the three people behind him: "Now you can contact the Administration."

They nodded one after another, then turned around and walked out.

Although they are used to death and killing, they do not want to stay in such places for a long time.

Only Ye Jia is left in the vault.

He was holding the head in his hand, and the carpet soaked with black blood dripped downwards, slowly dripping onto the clean and clean ground.

Yejia slowly walked forward along the corridor, his eyes slowly swept across the shelves, passing by containers containing human souls.

He walked to the end and unexpectedly saw that at the end of the vault, there was a place between the shelves and the shelves - it was like, something had been removed, leaving only an empty space.

Yejia lowered his head and looked at the blank space.

Judging from the dust, no matter what is placed here, it has just been removed.

He pulled off the carpet wrapped around the dream maker's head, grabbed the other person's hair, and looked at the particularly hideous and terrifying face stained with black blood: "What was there once?"

The dream creator glanced at Ye Jia with resentment, but no answer.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and asked slowly, "Is it related to the task assigned to you by his mother?"

The dream maker's expression was distorted a little more, his voice was hoarse and thick, and he slowly said, "Why do you think...I will tell you?"

"Because no matter whether you say it or not, you will die." Yejia said calmly: "With me, you can at least die more happily."

He thought for a while and added: "But for you evil spirits, it doesn't seem appropriate to use the word death... After all, you can't be considered alive."

The dreammaker suddenly laughed wildly, and countless dark blood poured out of his mouth, mixed with broken pieces of flesh, dripping onto the ground.

Ye Jia frowned slightly.

A few minutes later, the dreammaker's crazy laughter finally stopped. He stared at Ye Jia with his dark eyes that seemed to be able to flow out of ink, and said slowly: "You humans always think that this world belongs to you, right?"

He let out a weird laugh: "But when my mother comes out, everything will be different..."

Yejia asked: "What does it mean?"

The laughter of the dreammakers became rampant again: "This world... is ours... and you humans are only worthy of being the pigs and ingredients we raise, our nutrients and food... etc...."

His laughter was blocked by blood and turned into a coughing sound.

"Um..." Ye Jia lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "It seems that you are very confident in your ability to withstand stress."

The blood-stained face of the dream maker was slightly distorted.

Ye Jia's expression did not change and said softly: "Believe me, after we caught the puppet master, it is exactly the same as your reaction—"

The smile on his lips widened: "Guess, who told us your location?"

The dream creator's already hideous face became more and more terrifying, but a faint sense of fear flashed deep in the dark and resentful eyes.

Ye Jia was waiting, with a leisurely smile beside her lips, as if she didn't seem to be worried.

The evil spirits are all collections of pure desire and malicious intentions, and so they are extremely selfish and extremely ugly - and are more susceptible to terror.

Especially when one of its companions has surrendered, the dreammaker dares not touch his bottom line.

However, this is the mother's mission...

The possibility of a dream maker telling him directly is not high.

Then he'd better find a new breakthrough point.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked: "What do I want for the contract I signed with you?"

He signed a contract with the dreammaker, but he forgot the specific situation and content of his prayer at that time.

The dreammaker slowly raised his eyes, and the face covered with black blood raised a twisted smile: "You want an answer."

"What's the answer?" Ye Jia was slightly stunned.

This is different from what he imagined.

This kind of thing is very abstract and does not take half a month to fulfill the contract. As long as the dreamer gives an answer on the spot, the contract will be fulfilled.

He wouldn't even have time to look for loopholes in the Dreammaker's contract.
Chapter completed!