"It hurts!"

blast covered his swollen forehead, tears rolling in his eyes.

Wei Yuechu threw the thick reference book in his hand aside, and a layer of dust was instantly scattered on the ground, and said coldly: "Are you awake?"

blast was stunned for a moment.

He looked up at Wei Yuechu who was standing on his own, turned his head to look at the schadenfreshing master who was sitting aside, blinking slowly, as if he had not recovered.

Wei Yuechu waited patiently.

After a few seconds.

blast widened his eyes little by little, his mouth opened: "You..."

"Me?" Wei Yuechu looked at the other party's unpredictable face, which was as unpredictable as the palette, and took the conversation expressionlessly: "How am I?"

blast raised his hand, poked the back of Wei Yuechu's hand, and murmured: "...it's hot."

He raised his head:

"Not a ghost."

Wei Yuechu: “…………”

The fist is hard.

She raised her hand and shuddered again.

blast covered his head with a "Ouch" sound, and revived, jumping three feet high, with a look of surprise on his face:

"You're really not dead!!!"

Wei Yuechu rolled his eyes and complained:

"...Your brain is turning so fast."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" blast came to his senses from the surprise of seeing his undead companion, and then suddenly thought of something and began to laugh without warning.

Wei Yuechu: "?"

The red-haired young man in front of him was particularly arrogant and looked a little bit worthy of beating: "I didn't expect that I really guessed it this time! Chen Qingye, Wu Su... Hahahahahahahahaha I really should let them see! Who is not good at using his brain!"

Wei Yuechu: "…"

No matter how you look at it, it's all you.

blast said happily: "I just said! How could ace, that liar, change his sexuality so easily! But the ghost aura on his body is too similar! If I hadn't known the true face of this person too much, I would have been deceived..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wei Yuechu on the side:

"Oh, this one."

She curled her lips gloatingly: "He has really become a ghost."

blast is a slap.

He turned his head and looked at Wei Yuechu. The expression on his face looked particularly funny, and a strange sound of a monosyllable was squeezed out from his throat:

“…ga?”

·

There was a faint blood in the dark sky outside the window.

In the center of m City, the sky has been completely covered, and apart from the vague changes in light and darkness, it is almost impossible to distinguish day and night.

Fortunately, after becoming an evil ghost, Ye Jia was able to see things in the darkness.

He lowered his head and looked at the paper pages scattered all over the ground in front of him. His scarlet pupils flashed with a strange cold light in the darkness.

Yejia has basically completed the first part deciphering.

The notebook says that "Mother" is the darkest collection of the entire world, and her core is made up of malicious intentions.

Maliciousness and Yin Qi are completely different concepts. The essence of Yin Qi is more similar to an energy. Although it will erode the living body, it can be used by humans in turn. As long as you master certain methods, even ordinary people can control extraordinary power.

And malice is pure darkness.

After a life is forcibly taken away, it will be created.

However, its content is very small, and even from an unforgivable sinner, the amount that can be extracted is very limited. However, as long as humans are invaded by a trace of malicious intention, they can immediately be transformed from a normal and kind ordinary person into a madman who can kill his relatives with no moral bottom line and do all evil. If the ghost is contaminated by malicious intention, it will become a ghost who loses his mind and attack all existences indiscriminately.

Although terrible, the existence of malicious intention is also an indispensable link in the entire natural cycle.

Only when maliciousness in the real world reaches a certain threshold can the "mother" be released.

Therefore, the reason why the door was opened thirty years ago was artificially generated in the real world with extremely high concentrations of malice. It is precisely because of this that the Supernatural Administration became increasingly unable to handle the evil spirits.

Qi Sheng was just the manipulated knife.

But the person behind the scenes was not him but the one who told him how to open the door.

The dark and viscous liquid buried deep under the soil flashed through Ye Jia's mind, and the terrible breath was released from it. Countless ferocious and twisted pupils appeared in the depths of the liquid.

His fingers suddenly tightened, and his slightly white fingertips left a slight crease on the paper.

The notebook says...

The door will definitely be opened again - because thirty years ago, it was not completely closed.

The reason is that over the years, the malice has never stopped.

There is only one way to artificially create extremely high concentrations of malicious intentions, which is to massacre human souls.

When humans die, their souls will slowly dissipate with the decay of their bodies. Even souls with deep obsessions will only be slightly longer in the world.

Before the souls that have never done evil will be slaughtered artificially and cruelly before they naturally disappear, they will artificially create a trace of malice that should not have happened.

And these malicious intentions accumulate into too many things, which will in turn have an impact on the world...

Yejia suddenly remembered the iron rule of the Supernatural Administration.

——Whether the soul does evil or not, it must be killed.

It turns out that it has already started since then?

Suddenly, Ye Jia felt something cold touched by the back of his hand.

He was startled, pulled out of his thoughts, turned his head to look beside him.

In the dim room, the huge blood Gu fish was tilting its head, staring at Ye Jia with a pair of black eyes, and carefully shaking its tail.

It seems a little hesitant.

The aura of the evil ghost in front of him is very similar to the human he likes, but it is not exactly the same, which makes it a little reluctant to recognize it.

"It's you."

Yejia sighed.

He curled his lips reluctantly, placed his palm on its skull, and gently touched it.

This familiar movement made the white face of the Blood Gu Fish suddenly lit up. It waved its tail hard, then rushed towards the other party, and intimately stuffed its head into Yejia's arms.

"Okay...Okay..." Ye Jia barely stabilized his body and pressed his palm against the other party's skull to prevent himself from being knocked over.

He looked down at the bloody fish in front of him who was particularly excited: "Where did you come out again?"

At this time, Ji Xuan's voice came from the door:

“I brought it.”

Ye Jia held the blood Gu fish and looked up in the direction where the sound came.

I saw the other party leaning against the door, his scarlet eyes drooping slightly, looking at Ye Jia in a steady state, and I don’t know how long I had been standing there.

Ji Xuan said half-truely: "It has been a little depressed recently. I think it may be because I haven't seen you for too long."

Ye Jia smiled, and his expression softened slightly: "Is that true?"

Ji Xuan's face did not change: "Of course."

In fact, he had been back for a while, but Ye Jia seemed to be in deep thought and did not seem to find his approach, so Ji Xuan stood at the door and stared at the other party seriously.

He saw the increasingly serious expression on the young man's face, so he temporarily summoned the blood Gu fish sent to perform a mission with the Shadow Ghost.

Ji Xuan walked over.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the other person's obvious relaxed expression, with a slightly curl on his lips revealing a soft curve.

——It seems that this method is still useful.

Comforting the blood Gu fish that had not met for a while, Ye Jia raised his head, looked at Ji Xuan standing in front of him, and asked, "Has the person been saved?"

Ji Xuan nodded slightly: "Yes."

"It's blast, right?" Ye Jia's tone was plain, and he seemed to have guessed the result long ago.

Ji Xuan smiled: "Yes."

It was indeed him.

Ye Jia sighed, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. Several scattered pieces of paper fell from his body and fell on the ground in a fluttering manner.
To be continued...