Aoba Office

The narrow cement road has some cracks caused by disrepair. The low-rise bungalows on both sides of the road were built illegally, each occupying public roads of varying sizes. The people standing on the street were dressed a little rustically. Their clothes, heads and faces were all as gray as the road.

The man standing at the door of the small shop leaned against the door frame and looked at the cars on the road.

A middle-aged man got out of the car, wearing a fisherman's hat and dressed like a middle-aged man sitting by the river fishing. He greeted people with a smile and asked for directions.

The person being questioned spoke in a dialect that made it impossible to understand the content.

The middle-aged man was not embarrassed, still had a smile on his face, and went to ask the second one.

After asking three people, he seemed to realize that he couldn't get any results from his questions, so he sighed and gave up.

He was about to get in the car and leave, but his car was surrounded by people.

A young man stepped forward with a playful smile and said in standard Mandarin: "It's not okay for you to just leave when you get to our place. Take out the valuable things you have on you." As he said this, he took out a folding knife from his pocket. .

Everyone around was watching the excitement, as if they were waiting to see the middle-aged man weakly begging for mercy.

The middle-aged man was surprised, he couldn't even laugh or cry, he put his hands into his pockets and took out something.

It was a wooden stake, as long as a finger, slightly thicker than a finger.

The young man glanced twice, then looked back at his brother, and laughed together.

People around also smiled and pointed.

The middle-aged man was not angry. He raised his hand and inserted the nail in his hand into the young man's chest as fast as lightning.

This time, there was no blood.

The young man was still a little confused, and the people around him were still laughing.

The young man looked down at his chest.

The wooden stake on his chest was sucking blood, changing from light to dark.

With a bang, the young man fell down.

The people around him were in an uproar and were about to rush forward in anger.

The young people surrounding the car were the fastest. But they only took two steps forward. The one who fell to the ground put his hands on the ground, stood upside down, and kicked the two people's heads with his legs.

The middle-aged man made a secret gesture with his hands and moved his lips.

The villagers became confused and shouted in confusion.

The young man with the wooden stake stuck in his chest had his eyes open, and the darkness in his eyes spread to the whites of his eyes. His body became extremely powerful. With a wave of his hand, he could hit a person's head like a ball.

Blue bristles gradually grew on his body, and his whole body was transforming into a monster.

The fangs in his mouth grew out, pierced the shoulder of the person in front of him, and bit off most of the other person's body.

The nails on his hands grew longer, and they cut the person next to him into rags.

This kind of killing style is similar to the ghosts raised by Sister Hei, both of which are extremely cruel and violent.

There was no yin energy in that monster, only the stench of rotting flesh.

Someone wanted to attack the middle-aged man, but he nimbly dodged it. The monster jumped and trampled the attacker under its feet, crushing its head.

Others want to escape.

They rushed out along the road, but were torn apart by monsters rushing out of the intersection.

Those monsters have green and red hair, and all have fangs and claws. They have become more complete than the young people, and their original human form can no longer be seen. A head is exposed from the wooden stake on their chest, and the rest of the head is covered with hair.

This was a one-sided massacre.

The middle-aged man stood in the middle of the massacre.

Those monsters would smell human scent and run into the house. Screams came from inside the house.

The middle-aged man was unmoved. Only the sweat on his forehead and his slightly trembling body proved that he was not relaxed either.

When all the wailing subsided, the monsters gathered around the middle-aged man, squatting on the road, climbing on the roof walls, staring at the middle-aged man with pure black eyes, with a faint bloodthirsty light in their eyes.

The middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Just a few bang bang sounds were heard, and the wooden stakes in these monsters' bodies exploded. The monsters roared, but fell to the ground helplessly.

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his head, and slowly walked towards the car.

The monsters on the ground gradually turned into blood, seeping into the ground and walls.

The middle-aged man opened the door, got into the car, and sighed.

"This trip has been hard. I have to ask Sister Hei to charge more money." He said while making a phone call.

The call is connected.

"Sister Hei, I've done it. I've killed everyone in this village. I've paid a lot. You have to give me enough money. What's the old rule? The old rule is to solve it for you. One or two people, this time it's a village, there are dozens of people. You didn't say it before, I just thought it was a left-behind village, there are too many people in this place, okay. Okay, okay...I can't compare to your Five Colors Sect, and I don't worry about cause and effect. My method of refining a living person is too harmful to Tianhe. The previous generations were directly killed by lightning, and there were no corpses left. Hey, I have to think about it for myself. Once I save enough money, I’ll give it up. Hey, I’ll wait for you to pay. Well, that’s about it. I’ll teach him a disciple, okay, okay. See you later.”

The middle-aged man smiled happily, hung up the phone, and cursed again.

"It's so damn dark. Oh, it's easy to raise a ghost. It's easy to make money by taking on business..."

The middle-aged man reached for the water bottle beside him.

He doesn't seem to have yin and yang eyes.

At this time, several ghosts were already sitting in the car.

The owner of the small shop was sitting in the passenger seat.

The middle-aged man grabbed the water bottle with his outstretched hand, and he just stared at it.

The middle-aged man took a gulp of water, screwed on the bottle cap, and started the car.

In the car, several more ghosts got in at this time.

They crammed into the car, climbed outside the car, and surrounded the car.

The middle-aged man hummed a song and drove out slowly. The car bumped slightly as it ran over the body on the ground.

The middle-aged man muttered, "Trouble... I killed a whole village... I won't be caught, right? There doesn't seem to be a camera here. Well... screw it. I will go abroad when the money comes in. Even if we try to catch him, we can’t go abroad.”

The middle-aged man coughed twice and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He cursed a few more times, muttering "What a big loss" and "I should ask for more" and so on.

The car drove away, taking a car full of ghosts with it, and disappeared at the end of the road.

Mo Xiaoling suddenly came back to her senses.

"Mo Xiaoling." Azhuang shouted.

Mo Xiaoling's body was trembling and her body was soaked with sweat.

"No, you have to... leave right away!" Mo Xiaoling said in a panic.

"What's wrong?" Azhuang asked.

"This is Sanghua Township, right? You have to leave quickly! I saw it! They turned into ghosts!" Mo Xiaoling shouted.

Following this sound, there was an eerie and strange laughter all around.

I felt waves of yin energy coming out from both sides, like bamboo shoots springing up after a rain, or like weeds in spring, growing wildly, coming from nothing, and it only took a short moment.

"Sister Hei..." Azhuang called, his voice trembling.

"Xiaoling, I will teach you now, you remember..." Sister Hei's voice was unexpectedly calm, and she began to explain the method of refining ghosts in an orderly manner.