The end of the world starts from the global copy

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"Tear."

There was a sound of paper shredding.

When the last paper figurine turned into yellow paper and fell to the ground, and was torn to pieces by the shadow, everything in the old house came to an end.

Sitting on the old chair in the front hall, Lu Ming watched the shadow swallow the old locust tree frantically, until he saw the shadow gradually solidified, replenished the loss of this battle, and began to slowly increase the upper limit of ghost energy, Lu Ming couldn't help but relieved.

Now that Lu Ming lacks ghosts in his body, it is difficult for him to intervene in the evil spirit war. Abby can help, but in a situation where there are few enemies and many enemies, this help is really limited.

Fortunately, the shadow did not disappoint Lu Ming's expectations.

The old locust tree was drained of ghost energy and vitality, and turned into dead wood. The eight-headed symbiotic spirits (hanged ghosts) were just ghosts in essence. Without the help of the old locust tree, they would be a piece of cake in front of the shadow.

The paper figurines at both ends were a bit difficult to deal with, but after the shadows started to play shadows and caught the shadows cast by the paper figurines under the moonlight, their ending was already doomed.

Seeing the shadow slowly withdraw into his body, Lu Ming still failed to hear the notification that the task was completed - so this task is really planning to let Lu Ming stay in this house overnight...

Even if there is no danger here.

With nothing else to do, Lu Ming simply took out the invitation card and spoke slowly.

"Today I want to tell a story about a battle between four evil spirits in an ancient house."

……

The interior of Guling City outlined by black and white lines.

In a remote community, a young man about 13 or 4 years old, handsome and indistinguishable from male to female, sat in front of the drawing board, looking at the magnificent masterpiece spread out in front of him, with a strange smile on his lips.

It was pitch black in the night.

Only the boy's eyes were shining with white light.

He looked at the newly completed "Ming Kee Private Kitchen" in the painting, and then at the black piece of paper in his hand, a gentle voice sounded from his mouth.

"I'm going to tell a story about setting up a game. The protagonist of the story is called the painter, and the supporting roles are called chef and ghost..."

"Well, how should this story begin? If you want to tell it in detail, it should start when the artist went to the old house a month ago and found Ghost Wind."

……

"Ding dong."

The crisp doorbell rang.

Asleep Che Jianchun opened his eyes suddenly, looking at his sleeping wife beside him.

His wife's sleeping face is still charming.

Calm and tranquil.

It was as if the anomaly had never happened before.

Slightly taking a breath, Che Jianchun looked at his wife with a complicated expression, got out of bed quietly, went to the living room and walked towards the door.

Through the cat's eyes, Che Jianchun carefully looked at the visitor, and only after confirming the identity of the visitor did he let out a foul breath, opened the door and looked outside.

But he saw Zhang Mingyuan standing in front of his house.

"Officer Zhang, it's so late..."

Che Jianchun's tone was gentle, and he didn't mean to complain too much—in fact, he couldn't sleep either...

The police officer named Zhang Mingyuan nodded calmly and looked into the house.

"Are you... all right?"

Che Jianchun shook his head, stepped aside, and signaled Zhang Mingyuan to come in.

The two came directly to the study.

Before even pouring the water, Che Jianchun said quickly, "My wife is really alive... No, I'm actually not sure if she's dead or not, but I came back tonight and found my wife is at home... It's like... um , go back to my mother’s house, as if I just came back tonight..."

Che Jianchun felt a headache.

He was a little confused about the current situation.

Zhang Mingyuan waved his hand to interrupt Che Jianchun's words.

"What about the painting?"

"The living room... I didn't dare to look at it. I'll throw that painting away in the daytime tomorrow..."

What Che Jianchun did was in line with the thinking of normal people - one would not dare to touch ghost paintings at night, only during the day can one find a chance to deal with it.

Zhang Mingyuan nodded. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and wanted to light it, but when he realized that there was no ashtray in the study, he could only smile awkwardly: "I have no other purpose in visiting tonight, just because I am afraid that something will happen to you... "

Che Jianchun smiled: "Thank you."

"By the way, I don't know which bureau Police Officer Zhang belongs to. I haven't met Officer Zhang before. It's the first time we met in the elevator at the banquet, right?"

Zhang Mingyuan smiled and said: "It's the first time. As for which bureau, it doesn't matter. Serving the people is our duty."

Looking at Zhang Mingyuan's serious face, Che Jianchun said with emotion: "We are lucky to have a policeman like you."

The night is dark.

Zhang Mingyuan and Che Jianchun didn't talk much about sex either.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Mingyuan took the initiative to leave. Che Jianchun sent Zhang Mingyuan out of the room, and hurried back to the bedroom without even daring to look at the living room.

And Zhang Mingyuan went downstairs, turned his head to look at the window of Che Jianchun's house, Fang Zheng's face was expressionless, and he just took out the cigarette and black paper from his pocket.

As the smoke rose slightly, Zhang Mingyuan spoke calmly.

"A funny thing happened in Seongdong District today."

"After the banquet, I drove to the east of the city..."

……

Tonight, Guling City.

Suddenly, there was a heavy gasp from an abandoned construction site.

In the shadows, Wang Tai staggered out and fell down on the spot. He seemed unable to get up and could only lie on the ground gasping for breath.

There was faint yin qi rising from his chest, and Wang Tai's chest was swollen as if something was wriggling crazily in his body, but was suppressed by some kind of force.

Until the bulging feeling gradually dissipated, and the overflowing Yin Qi gradually disappeared.

A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Tai's pale face.

With a flip of his hand, a black piece of paper appeared in Wang Tai's hand, looking at the black piece of paper, Wang Tai spoke softly.

"My name is Wang Tai. What I want to tell today is a story that happened in an abandoned construction site in Guling City."

……

"What I want to tell today is the story of an evil spirit who wants to become the king of ghosts."

"Let's talk about the ending first. This guy is brainless. He died at the hands of the real ghost king."

Ming Kee's private chef, the chef was sitting at the dining table, holding the banquet invitation and talking angrily. He was talking about hilarity, but he suddenly heard a cough coming from behind him. He turned to look at Gao Yisheng who had recovered completely, and the chef curled his lips , continued.

"That kid is with the painter... No, he's just a knife in the painter's hand. He doesn't know the gap between himself and the ghost king. He's just a shit that can't control himself."

"Cough cough cough..."

Gao Yisheng coughed again, and the chef suddenly turned his head to look at Gao Yisheng.

"Is it over!?"

An angry shout made Gao Yisheng completely awake.

Glancing at the chef sitting not far in front, Gao Yisheng couldn't help shivering, showing a smile uglier than crying.

"thanks……"

The chef stopped telling stories, and just looked at Gao Yisheng, and said for a moment: "You are really unlucky. Eat that meal early, eat early and leave early. The food I cook will keep you safe from evil, even if you encounter Evil spirits can save your life too, but this time it's good, you almost lost your life."

Gao Yisheng was silent for a moment.

"Xiao Chuan also said so."

The chef was also silent.

"Ogawa is dead?"

"Ah."

"Where's Ono? I'm the one who cooks."

"Also dead."

"As expected."

The two low-level evil spirits will not have any ability to fight back in front of the painter.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and Gao Yisheng's eyes were in a trance.

He seemed to think of more...

Thinking of Xiaochuan's falling down again and again, getting up again and again, and finally resisting when his soul flies away.

Thinking of Ono rushing out of the back kitchen with a kitchen knife...

"They are all warriors... they are quite similar to a few of my friends..."

"Hiss... I'm dead, what's the use of talking about it."

The chef waved his hands, but his tone trembled slightly.

Until there was a thud.

Gao Yisheng knelt down in front of the ghost chef.

This stunned the ghost chef.

He watched Gao Yisheng kowtow viciously, and he didn't stop until his scalp was broken...

"I said what are you doing?"

Gao Yisheng raised his head abruptly, with tears in his eyes, but the firmness revealed was as real as it was.

"I've had enough!"

"I've had enough of being like a piece of crap, curled up in danger."

"I've had enough of my own life, being held in the hands of others."

"I'm fed up with people dying in front of me one after another."

"Are you a nice person?"

Chef: "I'm a ghost."

"It's a ghost and it's a good ghost!"

Gao Yisheng knelt and moved forward a few steps, hugging the ghost chef's thigh and never letting go.

"Please teach me my skills."

"Please call me my skill!"

"Please..."

With that said, Gao Yisheng let go of his hand and kowtowed again.

The chef just looked at Gao Yisheng like this, and suddenly sighed for a moment.

"I'm a ghost and you're a human. Humans and ghosts have different ways. How do you teach ghosts the skills of ghosts?"

Gao Yisheng didn't make a sound, just kept banging his head on the ground.

It wasn't until a little blood oozes out that the chef shook his head.

"Forget it... I just need a helper here. If you want to do it, you can do it here for two days. How much you can learn depends on yourself."

"Bang" sound.

Gao Yisheng's forehead hit the ground heavily, and he didn't lift it up again.

Tears welled up, and he wailed.

"thanks, thanks……"