The end of the world starts from the global copy

Ten minutes later, the connection between the two was cut off, and the scholar looked at Lu Ming.

"After that comes Death."

"Private chat."

It can be seen that the black mist on the scholar's body slowly squirmed and connected to the black mist on Lu Ming's body. At this moment, Lu Ming immediately felt that his perception range was locked in a narrow corner, and the figures of outside painters and others were hazy and blurred , only the figure of the scholar is real.

"It's time to start."

The scholar said this in a gentle tone—his attitude has always been gentle.

After thinking about it, Lu Ming spoke.

"The story I want to tell happened in Gudong Village."

The scholar interrupted Lu Ming's words abruptly.

"That portrait? And the female ghost in red?"

Lu Ming was dumb at first, then nodded - he didn't want to release Yaya's story if it wasn't necessary.

The scholar shook his head: "Someone has told this story, just now."

"Who?"

The scholar shook his head and remained silent.

night man?

painter?

Or the police?

Those who witnessed the female ghost in red in Gudong Village attended the banquet.

Is it Zhang Mingyuan?Or that Zhang Mingyuan's deputy?

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, Lu Ming took a breath, and said again: "Then what if I can't come up with another story?"

The scholar smiled: "Then you will become a member of the story, a member of my story..."

In other words, hands on.

Considering the invitations, the 99th floor, the black fog and other abnormal phenomena that Lu Ming had never heard of, Lu Ming had reason to think that he was no match for the scholar.

He followed his heart.

"Then change it. By the way, will you keep my story a secret?"

The scholar said with a smile: "A private chat is a private chat. I am a person who abides by the rules, otherwise there would be no need for my night banquet."

"Then let me tell a toothy story."

Over and over again, this Yaya's story still needs to be told...

In fact, Lu Ming also has other stories.

The story of the shadow killing people should also be regarded as a ghost story - Lu Ming used to do this kind of thing a lot.

But a vague premonition told Lu Ming that this kind of stories, as well as stories about Yazi and even lower-level ghosts, might not satisfy the scholar.

It's like Liu Jiang has been unable to inspire the invitations to the banquet.

In addition, it is more appropriate to expose teeth than to expose the shadow.

Everything that happened in Haifeng Town resurfaced in Lu Ming's memory.

Lu Ming spoke eloquently.

Until the story comes to an end.

"That's all."

Lu Ming spoke softly, causing the scholar to smile loudly.

"Two evil spirits confront each other, there's something in this story...well, there's something in it!"

"I'm very pleased with your story."

The scholar's tone was full of smiles, and even his scarlet eyes narrowed.

He leaned forward, leaning on the table.

"what do you want?"

"what can you give me?"

"It depends on what you want..."

Lu Ming pondered for a moment: "If I ask for less, it's not worth it, and if I ask for more, you won't agree."

The scholar smiled and said, "So?"

"It's not a fair deal."

The scholar spread his hands: "But you can't help it."

Lu Ming exhaled: "You are right."

"Then, I want to purify ghost energy."

"How much?"

"It's enough to make a low-level ghost evolve into a medium-level evil spirit."

The scholar nodded: "Do you want to restore Yaya to the rank of evil spirit? I have to say, you have found the right person. Your story is very exciting, so I will also meet your request."

The sound falls.

The spooky spirit is squirming crazily!

Lu Ming could feel that the scholar facing him at this moment seemed to have turned into a majestic sea of ​​ghostly aura!A steady stream of ghost energy surged from the junction of the black mist on the surface of the two of them, and it poured directly into Lu Ming's body without Lu Ming's consent!

Through the connection of the sympathetic spirit, the scholar's ghost energy found Yaya who was sleeping, and a large amount of clean ghost energy was poured into it, and Yaya's breath swelled crazily and skyrocketed!

Until Ya Ya was forced to leave Lu Ming's body and was held in Lu Ming's arms, the little ghost baby began to develop, and unexpectedly grew to the size of a 6-year-old child - this was the peak of Ya Ya's strength!

The ghostly aura instilled by the scholar quickly disappeared - Lu Ming wanted to hold some back and give it to the shadow but failed, so he could only give up.

The scholar didn't seem to mind Lu Ming's small gestures. After fulfilling Lu Ming's request, the scholar smiled.

"Pleasant exchange, I hope I can see you again at the next banquet, Mister Death."

Lu Ming retracted the sleeping Yaya into his body, and nodded in response to the scholar.

At the same time, another doubt appeared in Lu Ming's mind.

What kind of strength is this scholar?

……

On this side, Lu Ming also wanted to study the strength of the scholar.

Over there, the chef also started a private chat—from the beginning to the present, the five people all participated in the banquet in the form of private chat.

This is not surprising.

After 10 minutes, the chef and Shadow finished their private chat. The chef smiled heartily, as if he was quite satisfied with what he had gained.

Finally, the scholar looked at Guifeng.

"It's your turn."

"Ah……"

Guifeng's voice was hoarse, as if two iron plates were constantly scratching, making one's scalp numb.

"I won't chat privately. After all, there's nothing shameful about these things."

Everyone else turned to look at Guifeng, but Guifeng cleared his throat and spoke quickly.

"Guling City is a big city with a population of tens of millions."

"There are many people, and there are also many ghosts."

"And in Guling City, the legend of the three ghost kings has been circulating."

"The painter, the ghost cook, and the most mysterious night watchman..."

Lu Ming unconsciously pricked up his ears.

The night man and the police also had to turn their heads to look at the painter and the chef.

The meaning behind Guifeng's words is something...

The painter and the chef were not surprised either, they just looked at Ghost Feng, and a strange look slowly flashed in the only scarlet eyes exposed.

Guifeng changed the topic.

"Of course, what I want to tell today is not the story of the three ghost kings, but a story about me, myself."

"One, the story of an evil spirit who wants to become the king of ghosts."

Lu Ming's eyes flashed suddenly.

This is a blatant gauntlet!

……

"Spiritual events have been around for a long time, but due to one or another reason, they are not known to the world... Well, at least they are not known to most of the world."

"With the advent of the new era and the rapid development of science and technology, human beings gradually lose the pressure of survival, and the new generation of post-waves are living their wonderful lives."

"They love the experience, they love the thrill...bungee jumping, skydiving, wingsuit flying, blah blah blah..."

"Of course, there are supernatural stories!"

"More than listening!"

"I even want to experience that unknown, grotesque world for myself."

The ghost wind's voice is really unpleasant.

The ear-piercing scraping sound of iron scraps even made Lu Ming feel goosebumps.

But the scholar listened with gusto. If he didn't speak, the rest of the guests didn't speak.

Just listen to Guifeng continue.

"And this time the protagonists of the story are a group of college students."

"As members of the Ghost Club of Guling City Normal University, they don't know from which source they got a very interesting location."

"An ancient house from the last century on the outskirts of Guling City."

Chapter 122 Club Activities

"Today is our first group activity in the new semester of the Spirit Club! Everyone cheer me up!"

Guling City, a suburb.

Three luxury cars were parked in front of an ancient house, and a person got off the leading red car.

About 20 years old, red lips and black silk big waves, slim figure and charming eyes.

This young girl named Zhu Xiaoyun is the president of the Ghost Club of Normal University in Guling City. She is beautiful, rich, and cheerful.

More money is the point.

It is precisely because she has a father who is a real estate agent that she is able to get along smoothly in Guling City Normal University, and she has the energy to organize a campus club called Lingyi Society.

"Hiss... This ghostly place doesn't look right, I said Xiaoyun, do we really want to stay here overnight?"

A man walked out of the second car, a college student, Gao Fushuai, wearing glasses, looking at the old house in front of him, Gao Fushuai couldn't help but sway.

He had a troubled expression on his face, as if he didn't really want to participate in the group activities of this ghost society - how can he chase girls, he has to pay something.

"Li Sheng, I'm afraid I'll drive myself away. You're not a full-fledged member of the Ghost Club. You're a student from another school who came to participate in the group activities of our Ghost Club. I don't know what kind of brain you have."

The door of the third car opened, and a tall and strong male student got out of the car. He seemed to be at odds with a tall, rich and handsome man named Li Sheng, and he was stubborn when he spoke.

Li Sheng glanced at the tall and strong student, and said disdainfully, "Your Lin Daohui is an official member of the Spirit Club?"

Lin Daohui, a tall and strong student, sneered: "At least I'm a student at a normal university."