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The look on the couple's face gave them away. Chen Xiaoqiu was right.

What Chen Xiaoqiu said is also very easy to understand.

Ye Qing once did something similar, and the great wizard who turned into a demon also did something similar.

By erasing some proof of your existence in the world, your soul can gain certain privileges. It's a bit like the old saying: "If you jump out of the three realms, you are not in the five elements."

These ghosts who escaped from the underworld are planning to do just this.

When they succeed, it may be a real moment of chaos.

I felt it was dangerous. Wu Ling and the others also had serious expressions, so they probably had the same idea as me.

That couple didn't have that much depth. Maybe other ghosts said something to them that gave them a sense of confidentiality. The secret was revealed and they were at a loss.

"Can I meet your leader?" Wu Ling asked.

The two couples looked at each other, unable to make a decision.

"We don't know either... We don't see him very often. He..." They hesitated, with timidity and avoidance in their expressions.

They are not willing to meet the people who have the right to speak here. Maybe he doesn't want to be our microphone in this situation.

Wu Ling said: "You can't leave here. As long as we convince some people, we can seal off this area. Toxic gases and toxic liquids leak, the radiation is too high, or it becomes a construction site... You may not understand these words, but Some of you must understand."

It is indeed not difficult to close a factory area.

Wu Ling can find connections in the supernatural circle. Even if Wu Ling can't find anyone, through Chen Xiaoqiu's brother-in-law Chen Yihan, we can do something to prevent Song Xian from sending ashes. If he were a bit meaner and just dropped the ashes in Song Xian's hand, Song Xian might not be able to find out.

The couple were not particularly shrewd people, at least at the moment they couldn't think of a way or even an appropriate response to hide their panic.

Under Wu Ling's strength, they could only choose to be the microphone.

However, before they left, I saw a figure coming from the end of the road.

The big lights suddenly turned on in the factory area, the street lights in the factory area turned on, the lights in the factory buildings also turned on, and the light came out of the windows.

In such a bright environment, the figure became clear.

He is very old and uses a cane, but his steps are steady and strong. Her silver hair was meticulously combed back, revealing her wrinkled forehead. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and looking at the lenses, he didn't have a strong prescription. The glasses were slightly reflective, making it difficult to see his eyes clearly.

This man's dress is as elegant as his hairstyle, an old-fashioned suit with a triangle suit, no tie, and a bow tie. The pocket watch chain was also exposed from the jacket pocket. The clothes are straight and the leather shoes are shiny.

He walked very softly, and when he got closer, he could hear the footsteps of leather shoes hitting the ground and the soft sound of crutches hitting the ground.

The couple had already stepped aside in fear, bowing their heads in humility, and their bodies were trembling slightly, revealing their fear of this person.

The young man in the security room suddenly appeared next to the couple, assuming the same posture and trembling slightly.

"Hello, young people." The old man greeted us with a rich voice.

He didn't have a strong aura, and he didn't have a condescending attitude. Instead, he showed a kind smile.

"Where is the ghost who caused injuries now?" Liu Miao asked unexpectedly.

I don't understand his question.

The old man's smile deepened, then immediately calmed down, and he sighed, "It's a pity. I didn't expect that there was such a person in Wanshou Cemetery. He has already gone to the place where he should go."

The three ghosts standing in a row trembled even more.

They said nothing and lowered their heads deeper so that only the tops of their heads could be seen.

"Where should I go?" Liu Miao asked.

"Yes. Kill for life, debt for money. I believe in this simplest fairness. Of course, we cannot ignore the differences between individuals. Some people lose a leg, but they can survive strong and achieve a career, and some people lose If you lose one leg, you will only push yourself into a desperate situation and waste your life." The old man said seriously.

I couldn't help but shudder.

Not because of what he said, but because of the tone in which he said it.

Underneath that kind of politeness was a kind of indifference. He didn't care about the person hurt by the ghost, nor did he care about the ghost's life or death.

Liu Miao looked at the old man several times, as if trying to spot a flower.

The old man stood there, his back a little stooped, but his legs were straight, not worried, looking at Liu Miao openly.

Liu Miao withdrew her gaze.

The old man laughed and said, "You think it's strange, don't you? You should have special abilities. You don't understand why someone like me appears in Wanshou Cemetery. I should be one of your kind."

I was startled, and subconsciously looked at Liu Miao, and then glanced at Nangong Yao. What did the two of them see with their eyes. Nangong Yao was temporarily unable to interpret the abstract numbers and lines he saw, but Liu Miao could completely understand the resentful spirit he saw behind the old man.

The old man explained very kindly: "It's actually very simple. I have a clear conscience. Everything I do follows the standards I agree with. Part of this standard happens to be in line with the prevailing standards of this world. The difference between me and you is that you know I'm doing something wrong, but I have to do it. Well, it's not a good thing." He chuckled a few times, "So, you see, I am doing it now. Here you are."

He raised the crutch in his hand and drew a horizontal line.

I looked down and saw the mark left by the big iron gate on the ground.

"What happened in the underworld?" Wu Ling asked.

"It's nothing." The old man changed his tone and said lightly, "Changes will always happen, sooner or later."

"So, what's next?" Wu Ling asked again.

The old man raised his eyelids, his expression still very relaxed, half-smiling but not smiling, "It depends on which party can benefit from the change and which party can win in the end."

My body trembled, like an electric shock, and my previous conjecture came to mind.

Those new things, that future world, and the chaotic dance of demons that Ye Qing had just mentioned recently.

Will living people and ghosts completely separate and become two completely different species, fighting for their own rights?

The idea makes me a little dizzy.

I have to say that when I thought about this at the time, the ghosts I saw were not evil ghosts or fierce ghosts, they were just the same thing. Any ghost from the future is not a human being. They may retain their humanity, but what they seek is not what humans pursue. The difference is obvious. Even if they are fighting for power, what they need is power itself, not the wealth, status, worship and other accessories that power brings. And their power is basically the same, which is to decide the life and death of others.

The middle-ranking Cheng Jiu is also a ghost who has absolute power in his own territory.

Most importantly, they are a minority.

Living people can live with such ghosts. Follow the rules they set, wander around the gates of hell every day, and live cautiously.

But these ghosts in front of me...

I don't see any intention of killing anyone. They are more like another form of people.

There are just some special people.