The end of the world starts from the global copy

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"How can this be done?"

Ming Kee's private chef, Gao Yisheng's claws are also numb...

Looking at the dishes that were still steaming in front of him, he looked at the time again.

Seven o'clock in the evening.

He stayed here for a full afternoon, but he still didn't dare to put down his chopsticks.

The hunger in the stomach and the fear in the brain are fighting wildly, and the hunger is still defeated-it’s okay not to eat for a day, but if you want to eat a meal made by a ghost, you may not need to eat or drink in the future.

Gao Yisheng is clear about this.

He looked up at Xiaochuan, only to see that this dedicated little waiter didn't rush, didn't speak, didn't get angry, or was in a hurry.He just looked at Gao Yisheng with a smile, which made Gao Yisheng's scalp tingle.

"Eat, eat sooner or later."

"I……"

Gao Yisheng laughed uglier than crying...

Until the sound of "jingling", there was a bell at the door.

Gao Yisheng and Xiao Chuan suddenly turned their heads, and saw a figure coming out of the mist outside, pushing open the door of Mingji Private Kitchen, and stepping into the store.

Gao Yisheng asked doubtfully, "Isn't your house closed?"

Xiaochuan's face was calm: "It was closed early, and it was closed after the boss left."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Gao Yisheng and had to sigh: "You are really unlucky..."

Gao Yisheng wanted to say what happened to me?But maybe he also sensed the seriousness in the atmosphere, so he didn't speak.

Ogawa stood up and looked at the visitor.

The visitor was about thirteen or fourteen years old, fair and clean, with a delicate face that could not be distinguished from male to female.

At this moment, the boy looked curiously at the decoration of Mingji's private kitchen, and after a while, he turned his head and looked directly at Xiao Chuan.

"Can I order food?"

"The chef is not here, I have something to do tomorrow."

Ogawa's tone does not return to his original occupation, and his coldness is a true portrayal of Ogawa's tone at this moment.

Obviously, he knew the visitor.

And he does not welcome this person.

Teenagers don't mind either.

He sat on the dining table near the door and said with a smile.

"Since the chef isn't here, I'll just wait... oh yes, waiting is waiting anyway, can I be here, draw a picture?"

Xiao Chuan's face suddenly changed.

He spoke, and the furious voice resounded in all directions.

"What do you want to do, painter!?"

The majestic ghostly energy exploded, even making Gao Yisheng dizzy.

Vaguely, he heard the boy's clear voice.

"It's just a picture, is there a need for such a big reaction?"

"Also, just because the chef can yell at me, doesn't mean you can yell at me. You are a little waiter, don't you have a little confusion about who is superior?"

At this moment, the store was full of ghosts.

Gao Yisheng shivered as if he was in the cold wind.

His face turned pale in an instant.

Recalling the boy's title, Gao Yisheng sat stiffly at the dining table, muttering to himself, "I'm really unlucky...really..."

Chapter 127 Side Quests and Insidious Killing Bureau

[The side quest has been triggered! 】

[Sub-task: Ghost Night in the Ancient House. 】

[Ghost Night in the Ancient House: Survive until dawn in the ancient house! 】

[Mission success reward: According to the total amount of ghosts you dealt with in the ancient house, you can get experience points and game coins ranging from 200-1000. 】

[Note: Even if you can't deal with ghosts, as long as you survive until dawn, you can still get the most basic 200 experience points and game currency rewards. 】

[Punishment for mission failure: None. 】

If you don't survive the dawn, you will die, and you don't need any punishment for mission failure.

After briefly looking at the task, Lu Ming looked away, feeling the more and more yin in the ancient house, but a question lingered in Lu Ming's mind all the time.

Where did this ghost chef go?

……

As time flies, the ghost chef has already appeared in another place just by closing and opening his eyes.

Look up and look around.

The vestibule is still the same vestibule, only with a thin layer of mist.

The existence of fog makes everything around you hazy, and you can see things in the near distance, but you can't see clearly in the distance.

The other seven people had disappeared without a trace, and the ghost chef was neither surprised nor sad—after all, good words are hard to persuade the damned ghost, and if he said good words, he couldn't prevent people from courting death.

But that little guy codenamed Death...does Guifeng intend to separate him from him...

So everything is calculated, right?

Well, it should be a calculation... Otherwise, the ghost wind at the night banquet would not be self-reported.

Ghost Chef made a rare analysis, but felt that his brain was a little bit overwhelmed, and he simply didn't want to because of the headache, so he turned his head and looked into the depths.

At the place where the ghost chef is now, except for the fog, the layout of the house is no different from the old house in the daytime.

Entering the gate is the front hall and corridor, behind the front hall is the garden, and around the garden are the back hall and wing rooms.

After thinking about it, the ghost chef said, "Ghost wind!"

"Ghost wind!"

"Where are you!"

"Get out and lead to death!"

The mighty ghostly energy was released, even breaking through the fog in the ancient house.

However, no one responded to the ghost chef!

Seeing this, the ghost chef sneered, raised his legs and walked straight to the back hall.

He walks through the garden.

Even if the ghost tree whirled in the garden, the lanterns shook, and ghosts loomed...

The ghost chef stopped suddenly.

"If you want to die, you continue to play tricks on me! Did I give you some face?"

Then everything fell silent.

Only faint laughter came from the back hall.

"What's the fuss with the lads?"

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"Angle! There's a problem with the shooting angle, which doesn't reflect the spookiness of this place."

"And Xiaoguo, bring my sister's cotton coat, it's getting colder and colder here in Made."

The anchor named Xiao Mo paused the live broadcast and gave orders to his two buddies.

The cold wind blowing in the ancient house at night made Xiao Mo feel cold.

Hearing Xiao Mo's words, the female assistant named Xiao Guo hurriedly nodded, she turned around and left, preparing to get some clothes from the car outside the door.

But Lu Ming just stood there calmly. He watched as Xiaoguo ran to the gate, pushed the door hard to no avail, and turned back.

"Sister Mo, I don't know who locked the door..."

Ordinary people certainly wouldn't link the blocking of the gate with supernatural events. Therefore, except for Lu Ming, the other six people only thought it was some bad kid's joke.

When they heard the news, they immediately ran to the door. Led by Xiao Mo's cameraman and assisted by three private detectives, four big men pushed the door hard, but apparently they couldn't.

"Depend on!"

Xiao Mo has a sweet voice, but his quality is not very high. When he saw this, he rolled his eyes and breathed out a fragrance.

She stretched out her hand.

"Climb the wall, Daqiang climbed out of the wall and opened the door outside."

The videographer named Daqiang is tall and strong, with a strong body and a strong body. The live broadcast team of these two women and one man, without any military force, Xiao Mo dare not go to the location...

"okay."

Daqiang spit on his hand, rubbed it vigorously, and walked to the wall next to the door.

The walls of the old house are more than three meters long, and Daqiang only felt embarrassed after bouncing twice, but saw three private detectives come over to help.

They built a human ladder, pushed Daqiang, and sent Daqiang to the wall at once.

Daqiang's figure quickly disappeared on this side of the wall.

However, on the other side, there was no strong landing sound for a long time.

While hesitating, I only heard a bang.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded.

Xiao Mo and the other five suddenly turned around.

But not far from Lu Ming in the front hall, Daqiang's twisted body appeared out of thin air, fell straight down, fell to the ground, and blood flowed out, soon staining the ground red.

……

Daqiang is dead.

The death was terrible.

His eyes opened angrily, as if he had seen something terrifying before he died, and he could not rest in peace.The whole body was distorted like a twist, and it seemed that two giant hands grabbed the head and feet, and then twisted it several times like twisting a towel.

A large amount of blood spilled on the ground, even splashing Lu Ming's face.

Lu Ming frowned slightly, and suddenly Xiao Mo and others screamed in his ears—their reflex arc was a bit long.

Lu Ming didn't care about these things.

He stepped forward, came to Daqiang's body, squatted down and performed the autopsy.

An autopsy found nothing.

After all, Daqiang died of a supernatural event, which cannot be theorized as usual—but one result is obvious.

This house cannot be left now.

Maybe it was Lu Ming's paralyzed face that allowed Xiao Mo and the other five to find their backbone. After the strange cry, the five of them hesitated to come to Lu Ming's side, resisting the feeling of vomiting and shivering like quails.

"What's the matter!"

"Didn't Daqiang go out? Why did he die here?"

"This death..."

They talked to each other, but they couldn't say anything. After a while, everyone's attention was focused on Lu Ming - the only calm Lu Ming obviously had something abnormal.

Xiao Mo had no choice but to step forward and said in a trembling voice, "Hey, do you know something?"