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There was only silence in the room for a moment.

Wu Ling suddenly stretched out his hand and patted Luo Mu on the body like lightning.

Luo Mu was a little confused. He looked up at Wu Ling and then at the thing on his shoulder.

The talisman disappeared quickly, as if integrated into Luo Mu's body.

Luo Mu panicked, he hesitated to speak, like an angry little daughter-in-law, she didn't dare to say anything, let alone resist.

Wu Ling raised his hand, and a rope appeared in his hand. The other end of the rope was tied to Luo Mu's body.

"If you do as we say, we will let you go." Wu Ling said concisely.

Luo Mu hurriedly said: "I can't help it... That phone booth seems..."

"What can you do now?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu thought for a long time and suppressed his blush, "Maybe... I can probably control it a little bit..."

"Can you control the ghosts caused by that phone booth?" Wu Ling asked.

I looked at Wu Ling in surprise.

Who does she want to recruit with the phone booth?

It's not that I haven't considered Wu Ling's intention of bringing Luo Mu here. Investigate Luo Mu's identity, study that future world, and further think about it, the phone booth bound to Luo Mu has some magical effects, and it is not impossible to use it.

However, Luo Mu has basically lost control of the phone booth now. The phone booth seemed to have become some kind of independent spirit, with its own rules of action. Luo Mu didn't even understand the principle of this.

This cannot be blamed on Luo Mu. To him, everything about ghosts should be normal. The appearance of the phone booth and the loss of control are normal, and he will not think about what happened.

This is partly because of his cowardly character, and partly because of the environment in which he lived before.

How ridiculous Cheng Jiu's second-rate ghost king is, and Guangyuan Shangui's role as the leader of a strange drama troupe in his own territory, both show how weird and illogical that world is. The wanton ghosts created that world.

For Luo Mu, the "independence" of the phone booth is simply a matter of course.

He appeared in front of me, proving that he still wanted to control the phone booth. No matter what his purpose was, this at least proved that he saw the value of that phone booth and relied on that phone booth.

"...You are still in contact, but you gave up control. If you are willing, you should be able to get some control back." Wu Ling said.

Luo Mu was a little sluggish, and his eyes dodgeed again, "If you can't do it... those ghosts... they will eat it, and those before... I, if I can't do it... will be killed..."

I frowned.

Luo Mu's words...it seems that he had some bad experiences before?

Wu Ling's tone became a little more serious, "You can. Ghosts themselves are creatures that rely on willpower to win. If you can strengthen your confidence, and the phone booth gets its power from you, you will definitely be able to control it."

Luo Mu was still shaking his head.

I heard the couch creak.

I didn't move. This was not the sound Luo Mu made. Wu Ling's words...

The Yin Qi carried the breeze, blowing past him.

Luo Mu screamed and was lifted up by something. He took his hand out of my palm, and I subconsciously made a fist, but I didn't catch it.

I turned my head and saw Luo Mu's figure disappearing into the corridor behind the door.

"This is..." I looked back at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling's hand has been put down, and the rope has disappeared.

"Leave it to Ye Qing." Wu Ling said calmly.

There was a bang, and the door of the room inside seemed to be closed.

Liu Miao sat down in the empty seat next to me.

"Huh? That's it? Is that okay? Is he reliable?" After the thin man gasped for breath, he spoke, sputtering a lot, basically repeating the same question.

He doubted Luo Mu's reliability.

I don’t think Luo Mu is reliable either.

With a character like Luo Mu's, I'm afraid he won't be able to become a powerful ghost. He was harmless, but the phone booth... Just as Luo Mu described the process and what he was afraid of, the phone booth came into contact with too many evil ghosts and ate many evil ghosts. In this way, it had become something A terrifying existence. There was no feeling in the breath, probably because of Luo Mu.

I still have some doubts about whether Luo Mu is acting.

Gu Mo asked: "Can you believe this kid?"

Liu Miao nodded, "He doesn't have any grudges on him. This is quite amazing."

"Could it be a division of labor? The phone booth is responsible for those resentful spirits? Or... there are no resentful spirits at all. Didn't he say that they were all eaten by the phone booth?" Gu Mo asked rhetorically.

"This is also possible." Liu Miao looked at Nangong Yao.

Only then did I notice that Nangong Yao's face looked very ugly, with dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes.

Nangong Yao pushed up his glasses, "I can't tell anything. He probably didn't lie. The connection is also correct... He does have a connection with something. Judging from the data, it is somewhat unstable and weakened."

"As long as the contact is still there. It's enough for him and Yu Xiaoqin. If necessary, you can add Tang Wen's husband," Wu Ling said.

I felt a cold wind blowing in my heart.

"Just recruit that phone booth and use Luo Mu's connection with him, and..." Wu Ling looked at me.

"Which ghost do you want to call out? Those female ghosts? Or... Mo Wen? Is Mo Wen already out of his mind?" I asked.

"No, the one I want to recruit is Shen Wangshu." Wu Ling replied.

I was stunned.

Shen Wangshu... If it were Shen Wangshu...

"Are you going to use Shen Wangshu to deal with Zhang Yifeng?" I blurted out.

Shen Wangshu absolutely hated Zhang Yifeng with all his heart. If she knew that Zhang Yifeng did not die with her, seeing Zhang Yifeng, and the power of resentment that the phone booth might have blessed her with...

I shivered.

"In this way, we have greater certainty." Wu Ling said lightly, "In addition, we need some blood from Mr. Chu."

The fat man pointed to himself in surprise, "Me? What are you planning to do?"

Fatty is very self-aware and knows that there is something special about his own flesh and blood.

"No need to do anything special, just in case." Wu Ling explained.

Liu Miao took over the words, "Zhang Yifeng's master has an older brother who knows how to raise monsters."

The fat man and the skinny man and I both have question marks on our foreheads.

"Legend has it that the founder of their art once raised dragons. This is just a legend. When Zhang Yifeng's uncle came, he only raised some monsters. It's a bit like the creatures made by weird scientists in science fiction movies. , will be stronger than ordinary beasts, will be able to accept control, will also resist and go crazy, and will be mentally inferior.”

Liu Miao's tone was very calm, but Liu Miao's experience suddenly appeared in my mind.

The thin man exclaimed: "Could it be——"

Liu Miao said calmly: "My parents died in the hands of monsters like that."

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Well, no, no already..." The thin man stammered.

"Yes, the boss found the monster for me and destroyed it. Zhang Yifeng's uncle also died in the hands of the boss. At that time... it was neat and tidy." Liu Miao smiled bitterly, "Looking at it now , maybe some clues have been exposed."

"Ah... isn't that person dead?" The thin man asked again, "As for those monsters..."

"There may still be survivors. There is too little information in this area. It is a top-secret skill. It is impossible for them to spread it. We are not sure whether Zhang Yifeng and his master can do it. Then we need to make some preparations." Wu Ling answered road.

Fatty's blood is of course the best poison to deal with monsters that have no consciousness.

Supplementary update

Good night everyone~