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At this moment, there was no joy in his heart.

God Shura killed the children who died in the warehouse and the children who lit the fire, but did not kill the people who died tragically in the shops along the street.

Those people still want revenge. And now the only target of their revenge is the ghost.

Outside the window, charred corpses and mutilated corpses were huddled together, lying on the window. Like the zombies gathered in zombie movies, the special effects makeup is particularly well done, allowing people to see the burnt skin and muscles, and the exposed internal organs and bones.

There was probably a look of pain on their faces. It's just that it's a little hard to identify because it's burned beyond recognition.

They gathered near the window, scratching at the glass and making annoying noises.

It seems that they do not have the ability to attack ghosts directly.

However, the ghost was a child. He was scared to death, and he was relieved because of God Shura's actions. Now that he saw these ghosts again, his emotions were ups and downs, and he found it difficult to accept the current situation.

he yelled, fear rising to a fever pitch.

The cry attracted his parents.

There were footsteps, a door opening, and then a click, and the indoor lights turned on.

The ghosts outside the window disappeared.

There were some ashes and burnt flesh left on the window.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Gui's mother asked anxiously.

The ghost's father scolded angrily, cursing and a little impatient.

"Isn't it already okay?"

The couple were talking, and then they noticed the ghost's gaze. They looked at the window and gasped.

"What's going on? Isn't it okay? Isn't there some kind of ghost that killed them all?" The ghost's father asked loudly.

The ghost cried and hugged his mother.

"Hey, you brat, tell me clearly what's going on!"

"Don't pull! My son is scared..."

"I was just scared! It's not all this brat's fault!"

"Okay, okay, stop fighting."

"You kid, tell me clearly what's going on!"

I skipped family ethics dramas. I feel that I am becoming more and more skilled in controlling my dreams. With one movement, the time of the dream leaps forward.

I saw a grown-up ghost, who seemed to be a high school student.

However, he could still see the ghost haunting him outside the window of his residence.

Living at a relative's house is unavoidable, and living in a school dormitory also cannot escape this kind of experience.

Only he could see them and hear them scratching at the glass, but everyone else could see the marks they left on the glass.

"That man is being targeted by a ghost!"

Rumors like this pop up all the time.

The ghost searches the Internet for information about other ghost kings, and wants to borrow a knife to kill again, but he always thinks of the death of the boy who lit the fire, and the four-eyed classmate who disappeared before that.

He has also taken action, but the ghost king he found was always unsatisfactory.

"You have to go to a big city to find the big ghost king." In college, a classmate told him, "In a small place like ours, there are not many people and the ghosts are not powerful. They are all ghosts with no ambition. Do you know You know how capable the ghosts in big cities are? They can order millions of people in a city to do one thing. I know a senior who went to work in the capital. He said, on a rainy day in the capital, Everyone uses transparent umbrellas and dare not use other umbrellas, because there is a ghost who uses that kind of umbrella. If he appears on a rainy day, holding an umbrella and walking with his head down, he will die immediately. . So on rainy days, people in the capital use transparent umbrellas. Anyone who uses other umbrellas is regarded as a ghost king, and everyone else will run away immediately. "

As he talked, he drank beer and shook his crossed legs, "There was a naughty kid who deliberately used a patterned umbrella. You can't buy that kind of umbrella in stores in the capital anymore, so he bought it online." , was caught by the network surveillance, and was taken directly to be lectured.”

After taking another sip of wine, he continued: "There was also an outsider who came over with an umbrella. When the plane landed, he was taken away by the police."

The ghost was fascinated by what he heard.

"There are no exceptions?" the person next to him asked.

"Yes!" The man put down the beer can and blushed, "There is an exception. He is also an outsider. He took the highway into the capital and was not checked. On rainy days, he took an umbrella. Hehe... everyone was scared. You have to run! The special police are dispatched! Then... bang!" He gestured to shoot.

The ghost froze.

"Real or false? You made up the story, right? If there were such a rule, it would have been on the Internet long ago."

"Why did I lie to you? My senior told me."

"You, senior, are just talking nonsense."

"How is that possible! What's so nonsense about this."

"I don't believe it. It's not a small place like ours. And it's so powerful. If it's true, there must be news on the Internet."

They argued.

The ghost trembled for a while, gradually calmed down, and suppressed the memory in his mind.

He felt excited, an impulse arose, and the impulse turned into motivation.

He yearned for such a ghost, and while he was afraid, he also felt a sense of reverence.

I watched the changes in his expression with cold eyes and sensed the changes in his mentality.

Look at the others.

They are all the same.

For people in this world, ghosts need to be feared.

Like all evil villains, their evil is feared and their power is desirable.

Some people are easily intoxicated by this illusion.

Most of them have never come into contact with the real ghost king.

Even the ghosts he met were not ghost kings, just some little ghosts, even ghosts that couldn't even kill him.

However, they can kill him now.

The time in the dream passes quickly.

I was in the stream of light and saw countless passing scenes.

When everything stopped, I saw the ghost with a twisted body.

His eyes were like the raised blisters of a goldfish, looking at me with pleading and fear.

The blackened hands held his chin, making him unable to speak. He could only look at me like this.

Those hands pulled his body into strange shapes. Limbs were broken and bodies were torn apart.

There were black marks on his body and a burning smell.

I watched the hands in the void pulling him into the black hole little by little, and slowly let go of my own hand.

With a whoosh, he was completely dragged into the hole. The black hole shrinks. At that moment, I really wanted to see his body crushed into a ball like a can.

"Big brother……"

Mu Ai, who was lying on my back with her face hidden, screamed.

"It's okay. You can open your eyes." I turned around and patted Mu Ai on the back.

Mu Ai cautiously took a look and then relaxed.

"I know where your father is. We need to find someone... to find a ghost so that he can take us to find your father." I said to Mu Ai.

Mu Ai nodded and looked at me expectantly and nervously, "Can you find daddy?"

"Yes. It certainly can." I nodded with a smile.

I looked up at the ceiling.

The most powerful ghost is upstairs now. It should be the "strong brother".

The real supervisor here is also an important employee responsible for the human trafficking work of the courier ghosts.

There are only two updates today. Goodnight everybody.