The end of the world starts from the global copy

"In this case……"

Lu Ming was still evaluating the strength and weakness of the form, but the shadow's cries of "more" intensified!

Considering that there is no ghost in Lu Ming's body now, and the only ghost - Yaya, is still in a deep sleep, Lu Ming has no choice but to speak.

"Then you can do it yourself..."

Shadow couldn't wait.

Like ink dripping into a bowl of clear water.

The black under Lu Ming's feet spread wildly, covering most of the garden in just an instant!

Ye Xing's Hundred Ghosts stopped suddenly.

They finally felt the pressure from the high-level ghosts!

……

The class gap between ghosts is terrifying.

The evil spirit's ability to suppress Li Gui is even more irresistible—just like when Shadow faced Yaya for the first time in the No. [-] Hospital in Ghost Town.

The female ghost in the well had already arrived in front of Lu Ming, and the smelly "hand sweat" was sticking to Lu Ming's face. However, the moment the shadow showed its power, the female ghost's movements suddenly froze!

The coercion from the middle-level evil spirit made the mere ghost unable to move at all. She looked at Lu Ming as if she was frozen.

Until the black shadow under his feet fluctuated suddenly.

The ground covered by the shadow seemed to have turned into a swamp, and with a buzzing sound, half of the female ghost's body was swallowed into the shadow.

There was a disgusting chewing sound, and Lu Ming's head lowered lower and lower until he saw the female ghost disappear within ten centimeters of him.

"Is it delicious?"

"More……"

Shadow may only have this sentence.

It is more likely that the shadow has no sense of taste and only knows wholeness.

Still not satisfied with swallowing the shadows of the ghosts on both ends, there was a sudden fluctuation in the shadows, and the sharp shadow thorns jumped up instantly, directly piercing the little ghost on Yazi's shoulder.

not far away.

The wet mirror ghost that looked like Lu Ming was covered by the shadow of the sky, like a sampan encountered a big wave, and disappeared in the vast ocean of shadows in an instant.

The shadow continued to creep.

The two human-headed lanterns were crying and running around, as if they had lost their sense of direction. They went up and down, left and right, until they plunged into the shadow of the ground and died.

For a moment, the whole ancient house cried and howled like ghosts and wolves, like the end of the world.

Until the sound of "rustling" sounded.

The old locust tree in the garden moved without wind, and the eight hanged ghosts hanging from the tree opened their eyes neatly and looked at the shadow on the ground.

The two paper figurines standing at the entrance of the back hall also turned their heads, their blush-smeared faces suddenly laughed, and the voices of "hee hee hee hee" and "hahahaha" spread.

The atmosphere suddenly stagnated.

Majestic malice overflowed from the four evil spirits, making the faces of the people behind Lu Ming pale.

As ordinary people, Xiao Mo and the others had no idea what happened just now.

They could only hear the noisy voices and feel the cold wind blowing in their faces, but they didn't know how many times they would have died if it wasn't for Lu Ming...

Xiao Mo forced himself to open his mouth and asked.

"What...how is it..."

Lu Ming said nothing.

He just watched the branches of the old locust tree stretch, and with the continuous "bang bang" sound, eight hanged ghosts fell to the ground neatly, walking towards Lu Ming like zombies.

There were tree branches spreading under the hanged ghost's feet, and it actually withstood the engulfing of the shadow.

Farther away, the two paper figurines couldn't stop laughing, their bodies soared into the air like catkins in the wind, slowly drifting towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming took two steps back, ready to hand everything over to Shadow.

However, before the four evil spirits confronted each other head-on, there was a sudden "boom" from the back hall.

A more intense yin qi spread from the back hall, making everyone turn their heads to look at the back hall.

But in the originally invisible back hall, a short and fat man slowly walked out of the back hall with a kitchen knife.

"Yo, I've already had a meal, and you haven't finished playing here yet?"

The voice of the chef tore through all the haze and sneakiness.

The coldness of the entire haunted house was swept away in an instant!

The moonlight of half a month shone down, illuminating everything in the house, and Lu Ming could feel that the original suppressive force of the house had declined rapidly, and disappeared in a short time.

no doubt.

Ghost cook vs ghost wind.

Ghost Chef wins by a landslide!

The reappearance of the thigh made Lu Ming feel relieved a lot. He looked at the ghost chef and was about to say something, but the ghost chef glared at the five people behind Lu Ming.

"Hey~~ It's just for fun, isn't it? Something went wrong with the fun? Damn, you don't listen to me, you deserve to die, Pugaizi..."

As he said that, the chef didn't look at the four evil spirits around him at all. He took big strides, stepping on the shadow, directly passed Lu Ming, and walked towards the gate of the ancient house.

"Aren't you going to take care of this?"

Lu Ming asked abruptly, and the chef waved his hand: "You do it yourself, my house was taken away."

These words made Lu Ming murmur. After thinking for a while, Lu Ming looked at Xiao Mo and the other five.

"Follow him."

"But……"

The three detectives wanted to say something else, but Lu Ming waved his hands and said, "You don't listen to what the cook says, and you don't listen to me, do you think your idea is right? Are you really a bunch of dead people rushing to the street?"

Lu Ming really didn't say anything nice.

But that's the truth.

Xiao Mo took Xiao Guo and followed behind the chef without saying a word. The three detectives hesitated a little and made the right choice.

The chef kicked open the gate of the ancient house and strode out.

After the chef and ordinary people had left, Lu Ming took a deep breath and looked at the ghosts still in the ancient house.

The locust tree and the two paper figurines seemed to be in great chaos, the locust tree shook, and the two paper figurines stopped smiling. They flew to the back hall as if they wanted to find something, but unfortunately they found nothing.

This group of "little ghosts" under Guifeng's hands lost their masters, and they couldn't find a target at all like headless chickens...

Lu Ming suddenly opened his mouth.

"Shall we talk?"

As soon as the voice fell, the three evil spirits turned their heads to look at Lu Ming.

Sensing the malice seeping from the eyes of the three evil spirits, Lu Ming couldn't help shaking his head.

"Evil ghosts are really not cute..."

These three are pure evil spirits.The desire to kill fills their hearts, so that they don't want to communicate with others at all. They don't even have a wish, no appeal, and naturally they are not qualified clients.

in other words.

Sympathy can't subdue such ghosts.

then……

"You will only have the last value left."

The sound fell, and the monstrous shadow lifted.

With a bang, the gate of the ancient house closed again, isolating the inside and outside.

……

The chef who left the old house walked more and more anxiously, and walked faster and faster.

His figure flickered and faded, and soon turned into nothingness under the gaze of Xiao Mo and others.

Not to mention the ghost-like expressions of Xiao Mo and others.

When the figure of the chef appeared again, he had already appeared at the door of Mingji Private Kitchen.

Behind him was a deep blackness, but in front of him, the door of Mingji Private Kitchen was no longer as bright as it used to be—the glass door was shattered into rubbish, and the plaque of Mingji Private Kitchen was torn down, "Mingji Private Kitchen "The four big characters disappeared without a trace, replaced by disgusting smiling faces like children's graffiti.

Seeing this scene, the chef's face was no longer as calm as before.

The corners of his mouth twitched, his nose arched like it was about to turn into a pig's nose, the red light in his eyes shone like a flashlight, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and the fingers holding the knife were almost white.

Walking into Ming Kee's private kitchen with strides, feeling the ghostly aura left in Ming Kee's private kitchen, the chef took a sharp breath.

"Ran……"

"Ran!"

"You fucking ran away!!"

"Bastard! Painter, you bastard!"

The vulgar yelling came out from the chef's mouth, resounding throughout Mingji Private Kitchen, until a slight moan sounded from not far away, the chef squinted his eyes suddenly, and walked towards the place where the tables and chairs collapsed in front of him.

Amidst the ghostly aura, the collapsed tables and chairs turned into dust and disappeared automatically, revealing the broken human figure below.

That's Gao Yisheng...

The limbs disappeared without a trace, the body was covered with bloody wounds, the blood flowed out and turned into a small river, and a pair of white eyes almost lost their pupils.

More air out, less air in.

It's hard for him to be alive...

But in Xiao Gao's state, obviously he can't live much.

Standing in front of Gao Yisheng, the chef's face gradually calmed down, and he looked around. When he saw the knocked down meals on the ground, the chef got angry again!

"You didn't eat?"

"You didn't eat the food I cooked for you!?"

"Do you know that I hate people who waste food the most? Huh?"

Xiao Gao, who was almost fainting, seemed to hear the voice, and his dull eyes slightly focused. He opened his mouth, showing his pulled out tongue, and tremblingly spit out the word humble.

"Throw... hold..."

"Humph!"

The chef turned around and wanted to go to the back kitchen.

But just two steps away, the chef stopped steadily again. He bent down to pick up the dishes on the ground, and came to Gao Yisheng with empty hands, and stuffed the food into Gao Yisheng's mouth.

"Eat! Give it to me!"

Gao Yisheng: "??"

"I'll let you eat it!"

"If you eat, you can live, if you don't eat, you will die!"

Xiao Gao's desire to survive is still very strong...

Of course, it is more likely that Xiao Gao has lost the ability to think at all.

all in all.

Even if the food is overturned and left for more than 6 hours, it still looks delicious.

Xiao Gao opened his mouth instinctively, and let the chef stuff the food into his mouth. The next second, Xiao Gao shivered suddenly, and the food flowing into his abdomen instantly turned into a warm current, nourishing his extremely dry body.

The limbs that seem to have been rubbed off by a pencil drawing with an eraser slowly rise up as phantoms, and the wounds on the body heal quickly.

Seeing Xiao Gao swallowing the food instinctively, the chef pouted and said in disgust: "Not enough... Oh, that's good, I want to add the ingredients I just got today to you?"

He muttered non-stop, but the chef turned and walked towards the back kitchen.