Ghost, please let me go

Under the pressure that the Singularity Company was destined to go to war, they unanimously agreed to buy ghosts from me, agreed to give these ghosts the same treatment as immortals, pay salaries, and can come up with some methods suitable for ghost cultivation as rewards. To motivate these ghosts who take money to do things that are equivalent to mercenaries to fight hard.

But just in case, they won't give these ghosts permission to share information.

At the same time, they made a decision that the first batch of purchased ghosts would be [-]!

This purchase quantity surprised me who eavesdropped.

Originally, I wanted to eavesdrop on their bottom line, so that I could occupy a favorable position in the negotiation and find more benefits. I never expected that the Qingxu Realm would be so impatient that it would order [-] ghosts at once. It is not smuggling at all, but a blatant large-scale buying and selling, which is challenging the authority of Singularity Corporation at all!

Even if the Qingxu Realm doesn't care, but as me who is in the human world and decides to keep a low profile, if I really want to do this, I'm afraid that the first person who will come to find me bad luck will be the big eyeballs.

What's more, it is impossible for me to produce so many ghosts. Although we have made great progress now, it takes at least two hours to make a gold and silver plate. Tens of thousands of hours... This is absolutely impossible.

I'm thinking about it, the Qingxu Realm has already made a decision, with Gu Mingzhuo as the plenipotentiary representative, just wait for Singularity Company to issue a promise to open the channel between the human world and the Qingxu Realm, and then come to negotiate with me and make a deal This cooperation.

At this point, I couldn't hear any more useful information. I quickly closed the door and stood by the door. I thought that the main purpose of this trip to Kunlun Mountain had been achieved, so I should go home quickly. What a ghost, I never expected that I would leave the world for another trip after digging a long way. This summer vacation is coming to an end soon. There is really no normal standard for me to run here and there. It looks like a high school student.

Although Kunlun Mountain is very chaotic now, it has nothing to do with me. I am just a high school student, how can I manage so much?

After preparing my mind well, I immediately meditated and got out of the mirror. I was about to keep the habit of doing good deeds without leaving a name and leave immediately. I didn’t want to, but I heard a very cautious and humble call, "Ye, Mr. Ye?"

I looked down, oops, the Kunlun Mountain God, who is a black, fat, middle-aged man, is still obediently lying on the ground by the door, "Hey, you're still here, I thought you took the opportunity to run away."

"You didn't say anything, how dare I." The Kunlun Mountain God of Fan Er, a black, fat, middle-aged man, tried his best to hold his head up, and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "If you don't order, then I will go back .”

After speaking, he got up from the ground, turned around and wanted to leave.

If he didn't say hello to me, I'd really forget about him. After all, we noble people have a lot of things to do, and what we really need to care about must be the immortals of the Qingxu Realm, big-eyed bead, gods, ghosts and demons. Yes, a small Kunlun Mountain God, with an ancient name and clumsy name, really doesn't have any sense of existence. I didn't see how beautiful Lian Xianqing was, so we threw it in the Kunlun Temple and didn't think about answering it.

The beauties don't answer, so how can I have the mood to answer him, a black, fat, greasy middle-aged man, and we are not perverted.

But, since he said hello, I suddenly thought of something, "Hey, wait a minute, stop, if you run away again, believe it or not, I will kill you now!"

Originally, as soon as he heard my greeting, he immediately ran away, and within a few steps, half of his body disappeared on the ground. The black, fat, greasy middle-aged man who was about to sink into the rocks and slipped away immediately stood up and stood there. They didn't dare to turn back, their trembling whole body was like sifting chaff, and they cried, "No, don't kill me, I don't know anything, I really don't know anything..."

I flashed to him and stared at him suspiciously, "What do you know? Are you so afraid that I will torture you to extract a confession?"

Facing me, an amiable and approachable young man in the new era who loves cars and sees cars, he is actually afraid of being like this, obviously he has a ghost in his heart!

The black, fat, greasy middle-aged man lowered his head and didn't dare to look at me. He just trembled and said, "I don't know anything, I really don't know, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

I took out the hammer I used just now, weighed it in my hand, looked at his head again, compared it, and felt that the hammer was still bigger than his head. It will definitely be split in half, and the head will never be broken, after all, this is a hammer for cutting people.

The black, fat, greasy middle-aged man knelt down again with a plop, and kowtowed again and again, "Great Immortal, Great Immortal, please spare me. I didn't tell anyone about your last visit. I didn’t tell you, and after you left, I forgot all the things that day, I don’t remember anything, I don’t know anything, if you don’t believe me, you can search my ghost to see if I’m telling the truth, As long as you don't kill me, I am willing to accept the pain of soul searching..."

When I heard it, I couldn't help feeling extremely regretful, "You have forgotten what happened that day, ouch, then you are useless, I wanted to ask you about the thing I put here! Now, since I don’t know, then I won’t ask, save some time…”

The dark, fat, greasy middle-aged man suddenly turned earth-colored.

Chapter 711 I actually put it

"Actually, I still remember some." The black, fat, greasy, middle-aged man turned back with difficulty, talking like driving a car. If the speed is too fast, it will be more difficult to turn, and the car will overturn if you are not careful. The Kunlun Mountain God is undoubtedly now. Facing this dangerous situation, at least he thought so, so he turned carefully, "I just remember the important task you entrusted to me, and I don't remember anything else. Even if I die, I will never forget the mission, haha, haha..."

"Don't laugh, your smile is too ugly." I'm kind, seeing how difficult it is for him to turn around, and his desire to survive is so strong, so I won't expose him on the spot, "If that's the case, then say Tell me about the work I arranged for you, and you will be rewarded for your good performance."

Hearing that there was a reward, the black, fat and greasy Kunlun Mountain God lifted his spirits. Although he still looked scared, at least he didn’t cringe like before. He was closely guarded and never looked away, and he is still fine now, without any change."

"No change?" I asked suspiciously. I still don't know what I put here in my life, but it's not easy to ask on the spot, so I had to ask, "There really is no change."

Don't worry about anything, it hasn't changed a bit for so many years, among other things, the quality is solid enough.

"There really isn't any change." The God of Kunlun Mountain hurriedly said, "I'm afraid that there might be some changes that I didn't notice. When I'm fine, I'll just keep an eye on it. Even if something happens, I'll set it up for you My surveillance circle records the situation during the time when I leave, and then replays and compares it repeatedly when I come back. I can guarantee that there is absolutely no change. If you don’t believe me, I can show you right now!”

I waved my hand grandly, "Lead the way!"

Kunlun Mountain God hurriedly got up again, half bent and walked in front of me, all the way back to the gate of Kunlun Shrine, gently pushed the door open, walked in first, then soared into the sky, flew into the sky, and rushed towards the tight Following him, I waved my hand and pointed to the ground, "Look, is it exactly the same as when you stayed here face to face!"

I looked down to the ground.

There was only one painting on the ground, except for the few Kunlun Mountain disciples and Lian Xianqing who came in to witness.

A spooky painting featuring an ultra-ugly tentacle monster preying on it.

Gu Yizhen called this painting the Territory of Fear.

When I saw this painting for the first time, the tentacle monster in the painting said something to me inexplicably, asking me if I had figured it out.

Those Kunlun sects of Lian Xianqing can't be the things I left behind, otherwise, they can't be called things, but can only be a debt.

Then the only thing left is this big painting called Territory of Fear!

I actually put this perverted thing in the Kunlun Shrine!

Why did I leave such a big painting here in the Kunlun Shrine back then, which is very abnormal at first glance?

Could it be that I was perverted in my life, that's why I'm interested in this perverted painting?Well, it's very possible, if you don't change your mind, how could you come up with such an abnormal trick of summoning monsters to come to Lushan God to extract a confession?

Whoops, speaking of it, when I was in the Beast God Continent, I could think of using this trick to deal with the ghosts, obviously not because I had a big brain at the time, but because I was influenced by my whole life, otherwise I would be so pure and innocent. How could a good boy in the new era who harms nature, kindness and beauty come up with such a perverted idea by himself?

The God of Kunlun Mountain had a flattering smile on his face, "Look, look, isn't there any change at all? I have set up 760 monitoring points in this Kunlun Shrine according to your instructions, point-to-point at any time. Observation, usually inspect the whole map every day, I can guarantee that there will be absolutely no change during the eight months and nine days of the year 760 when you stored this object!"

I looked at the God of Kunlun Mountains, and then at the map of the tentacles preying. I really wanted to ask why such strict monitoring was needed, and the tentacle monster in the picture just turned around and asked if he couldn't figure it out. After being beaten back by me, I started to play dead again. How could it be possible to say that nothing has changed.

Kunlun Mountain God asked cautiously again: "You, do you want to take it away?"

I couldn't help being stunned, and asked, "You don't want to help me watch?"

"No, no, absolutely not!" Kunlun Mountain God immediately waved his hands again and again, "It is my honor to serve you, little demon, as long as you trust me, I am willing to guard this thing for 1000 years and 1 years..."

I waved my hand, "Let's think about it, you go and send Lian Xianqing and the others out, tell them that Kunlun Mountain will be taken over by foreign monsters, and tell them to go and devote themselves to Kunlun Palace! Look at the two of us Just chattering, what are they peeking at all the time? It's too rude."

The few Kunlun disciples at the bottom of the ladder, including Lian Xianqing, stopped chatting, but kept looking at the two of us. The two big men didn't know what to look at, and they were quite active. .

Kunlun Mountain God immediately fell to the ground and walked towards Lian Xianqing and the others.

I stopped in the air, looked at the picture of tentacles preying on the ground, and called silently in my mind, "Memory storage system, show me the relevant memories of this picture."

The memory storage system replied: "Beep beep..."

What's the situation, why can't speak human words, is it broken?

I hurriedly asked, "What are you beeping? Talk about human speech."

The memory storage system, "It was just a ban alert, and the alert level is super dangerous. If you, the master, have not recovered all your normal memory and strength, you are absolutely not allowed to open this memory. This is a ban alert you set yourself."

I couldn't help being stunned, "You mean, I'm not strong enough to open this memory?"

"No, of course you can open this memory, this reminder and alarm, just provide behavioral reference, as a system serving you, how can we set any usage restrictions for you or need to complete tasks to get rewards How?"

"Hey, the guidance system kept asking me to complete the task before rewarding me."

"That is an independent behavior of the guidance system and has nothing to do with our professional systems. We have always disagreed with this kind of behavior."

Can these systems still get in the way of each other?

I asked: "Then what do you mean, I can read this memory if I want?"

"That's right, your own memory, of course, you can watch it if you want, at worst, you can come back in your next life. However, before reading this memory, there is a memory that you watched this memory when you were not fully awakened. You have to first Would you like to have a look?"

Chapter 712 Have you figured it out yet?

Is this a warning educational film?

It is quite considerate to design a system for your own use.

Since there is, why not watch it, you must watch it!

The picture in front of me changes suddenly.

This is an antique study room, with books on the shelves, birds hanging in front of the windows, pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and a large piece of rice paper spread out on the table, with a line of big ink-stained characters written horizontally, this word says It's a bit sloppy, I can't understand what is written.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand it. Looking at the layout, I think it was ancient times. In ancient times, there was such a large study room with complete facilities, except for a beautiful girl with red sleeves, and she could write such beautiful cursive script. I want to be a cultural person from a wealthy family in this life.

I was thinking about it, when the voice-over suddenly sounded, "Ahhhhhhhhh..."

The cry was distorted, piercing, and abnormal. I was taken aback by being so bold now.

With the distorted and piercing screams that normal people can't make, the vision screen shakes sharply, the owner of the memory seems to be looking for something, and seems to be just shaking his head quickly, left and right, up and down, shaking me so much The bystanders were about to throw up, but they still refused to stop.

With the sharp shaking of the field of vision, one can also see a hand picking up the brush on the table and quickly smearing on the rice paper that has been written. Because the field of vision is constantly shaking, it can only be intermittently See this scene.

When I saw it for the first time, the rice paper had been painted with black blobs of ink.

When I saw it for the second time, the ink blobs on the rice paper seemed to have changed slightly.

When I saw it for the third time, the ink blobs on the rice paper turned from black to red, and red droplets kept falling down.

When I saw it for the fourth time, a familiar image could be vaguely seen in the middle of the disordered and chaotic ink blob.

When I saw it for the fifth time, the thing in the center of the ink blot unexpectedly crawled out from the middle of the ink blots, twisted and swayed, and seemed to be dancing happily.

Your uncle, isn't this red and red thing crawling out of the ink that seems to be bleeding all over the body, isn't it the tentacle monster in the picture of the Territory of Fear on the ground?

As soon as it climbed out, it began to stretch its thin and long tentacles, exploring in all directions, like a spider that started to weave a web to prey.

In the blink of an eye, no matter how the field of vision shakes, the screen is full of those special, thin, tube-like tentacles, which are connected to every corner of the study, weaving into a three-dimensional airtight web.

The caged bird hanging on the window was also pierced by several tentacles, its body began to swell, its feathers fell off, and soon turned into a big blood-red bird that filled the entire window, with dense eyes all over its body.

As the eyes opened and closed, each one sparkled with ecstasy that a blind man could see.

With a bang, the mutant bird smashed through the window, the tentacles attached to its body fell off, and it flew into the sky with a shrill neigh.

Wind and rain blew in through the broken windows, and there was even more rumbling and thunder.

The sky was dark outside the window, the heavy rain swept across, and the strong wind blew into the room, rolling the rice paper on the table that had crawled out of the tentacle monster into the air.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Have you figured it out?"

"Have you figured it out?"

"Have you figured it out?"

……

The weird voice continued to sound, hoarse and broken, and each word would have several twisted tones, penetrating into the ears, making one's hair stand on end involuntarily, and one's heart beating involuntarily, and every cell in the whole body was full of various discomforts and fears.

"No, no, no!"

Another voice sounded, full of unreasonable madness.

Then, the vision that has been fixed in front of the desk began to move forward unsteadily, sometimes up, sometimes down, obviously the owner of the memory kept falling down, and kept getting up and running forward.

The dense tentacles that filled the room did not have any impact on the owner of the memory, nor did they seem to have any intention of blocking him. As he ran, the tentacles in the field of vision retreated one after another, allowing a passage to come out.

The field of vision quickly ran out of the study and into the outdoors where the rain was pouring.

The wind was violent and the rain was strong, and there were all flying water in the field of vision. It seemed that instead of breaking into the rain, it fell into a rushing river. Except for the rain, there was nothing to see.

Get up again after falling down, run two steps and fall again, in the splashing mud water, from time to time you can see the face of a dead person who is terrified and dying, and the internal organs of broken limbs, as if the world that is running is not the world, but the mud plow hell!

The field of vision ran in this stumbling for an unknown period of time, until a door suddenly appeared in front of him.

The vermilion lacquer gate, as if painted with fresh blood, is dazzling and crimson. It twists and shakes in the field of vision, and slowly opens and closes. It doesn't look like a portal leading to a way of life, but more like a big mouth ready to choose someone to eat!

Amidst the heavy panting sound as if pulling a windmill, his vision stopped moving, and he stared straight at the alien-like red door.

"Have you figured it out?"

"Have you figured it out?"

"Have you figured it out?"

The creepy distorted and broken sound sounded again.

No other reply this time.

Geno started to move again, slowly and firmly came to the door, pressed his muddy hand on the door and began to push.

The hinges made a toothsome creaking sound.

The continuous sound of thunder in the sky like a train passing by suddenly turned into a series of huge explosions, shaking the rain in the air and splashing one transparent spray after another.

In each broken water flower, there is an eye, as if peeking out through the water flower.

Thousands of water splashes collapse and disappear, and thousands of eyes flicker.

The door opened a crack.

There was a shrill scream coming from the crack of the door.

It wasn't from one person, but the screams of thousands of people, one after another, continuous, and the thunder in the sky couldn't cover it up.