I heard you want to counterattack

The ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other sounded, spreading far and wide in the empty alley.

The iron chain, which was thicker than a human wrist, was wound round and round, and locked with a "click".

"It's not good for us to do this."

There were three people standing outside the door, one of them looked at the movement of the person next to him and hesitantly made a sound.

The bloody setting sun shone on the tightly locked iron door. The person who had just locked the iron door was a handsome young man about the same age as the man who spoke just now.

The young man is about 20 years old, his appearance is a little above average, and there is still a little bit of childishness, coupled with his arrogant and dismissive look, he is exactly like the little wolf dog that ordinary girls fantasize about .

However, the contempt and disgust in his eyes, as well as the deliberate grandpa look, ruined his whole temperament.

"What's wrong, if you don't teach that Meng Zhiwen a lesson, he will dare to sing against me next time!"

The young man snorted coldly, and taunted into the locked iron door: "I will not be happy if you dare to find your grandfather, and I will not scare you to death."

The two people next to each other looked at each other, and they both saw the helplessness in their own eyes.

The flat-headed man who had been silent all this time looked at his companion's arrogant appearance, covered the contempt in his eyes, and tried to slow down his tone to persuade:

"I heard that this house is very evil, in case something happens..."

"So what!" The young man in the lead didn't care, and even turned his head to laugh at him, "Those gods and ghosts are all made up to scare people, so what's the point? Cao Ze, you won't return the money!" Do you believe in these things?"

His expression clearly showed disbelief and contempt for the other party.

Cao Ze's face was slightly dark, but he didn't know how to look at other people's faces, so he was quite satisfied, "Okay, this time I will see if he can still put on a self-righteous face like before."

Who is it that is self-righteous?

Cao Ze froze, looked at the back of the young man swaggering away, looked back at the closed iron gate, and sighed.

Bless yourself.

The sky is getting dark little by little, the street lamps are lighting up, the stars are shining, and the summer breeze blows through the green leaves on the trees, bringing a warm temperature.

The sun was hot during the day, and the temperature at night was just right enough to make people feel comfortable and slightly cool, but in the courtyard across the door, it was extremely shady, and the cold breath spread out like nine cold days.

The dim light outside the window shone on the tall trees next to the house, casting swaying shadows on the dusty floor inside the house, baring its fangs and claws in an extremely mysterious way.

Perhaps because of the low temperature, the figure lying on the floor moved uncomfortably, curled up, and trembled slightly.

It was a man, judging from the exquisite pale fingers like white jade protruding from his sleeves, he was not very old.

His black hair was disheveled over his eyes and scattered on the dusty floor, as fragile as a dodder flower.

A pair of feet appeared next to him, wearing gold silk black bottom moiré brocade boots, one could tell that the workmanship was exquisite and expensive.

The long-haired young man in a brocade robe of the same style lowered his eyes, looking coldly and alienated at the man who fell at his feet.

Its brilliance is scorching, and its beauty is hard to hide.

His eyebrows are picturesque, but his demeanor is as cold as the Immortal of the Nine Palaces, so he can't look directly at him.

[Host? ]

A soft voice rang in his mind.

Pei Zhi frowned, "Huh?"

[This man is the villain of this world. ]

"I know."

[Then...won't you save him? ]

If this continues, he will be torn apart by those things after he wakes up without being frozen to death.

Pei Zhi didn't know why he appeared here, nor how he got here, nor even his identity, even the name "Pei Zhi" was known from the system.

By the way, the system is that inexplicable creature living in his spiritual world.

According to the system, he is the host, has been bound to the system, and needs to travel through each selected world to complete the task.

As for the purpose of completing the task, the system hesitated to say, and Pei Zhi didn't care.

What he cared about was everything he had forgotten. The system said that he would know everything after completing a certain number of tasks, but there was no clear data for "a certain number".

Pei Zhi lowered his eyes and glanced at the humans under his feet, then turned around and disappeared into the air.

The hem of the black clothes drawn with gold thread swayed lightly with the movement of the master's turn, and passed in front of the unconscious man.

There was obviously no life, not even a trace of air flow, but the man with his eyes closed seemed to feel something, and his fingers moved slightly.

Back in the largest and most luxurious room in the house, Pei Zhi stood in front of the wooden window lattice, the silvery moonlight shone on his fingertips, giving off a cold and hard luster that strangers should not get close to.

He never looked back, his voice was flat, "Don't hurt him."

There was obviously no one in the room, but his expression and tone were calm, cold and dignified, and could not be ignored, "Others, feel free."

There seemed to be something surging in the darkness behind him, and finally returned to calm and scattered away.

Silent and soundless, like a ghost.

No, it should be said that this is a ghost.

That's right, there are ghosts in this world, and more than that, the house where Pei Zhi lives is a famous ghost house, and he himself is the thousand-year-old ghost with the highest cultivation level in the ghost house.

As a system-bound tasker, Pei Zhi has the same task in every world, to help the villain who should not be like this to counterattack.

Every world has the darlings of the heavens who are loved by the heavens, and naturally there are also the stepping stones of the darlings of the heavens who are not favored by the heavens-"villains".

Obviously, the villain's appearance, talent, talent, and background are all better than the so-called darling of the heavens, but he is just the whetstone that was slapped and crushed by the darling of the heavens in order to highlight his unique strength.

All kinds of opportunities, treasures and even lovers belong to the darlings of heaven, while misery, suppression and betrayal always belong to the villains.

The injustice of heaven is so far, so why should we abide by this fate.

What Pei Zhi needs to do is to help the villain break away from the established trajectory of fate and change the inevitable ending.

And the man lying on the ground at this moment is the villain of this world—Meng Zhiwen.

This world belongs to the background of the supernatural city. Xiao Ling, the darling of heaven, was originally an ordinary unfavored illegitimate son of a wealthy family, who didn't know anything about the supernatural side.

Later, because of some encounters, he met the golden finger ghost hunter who opened his new door, and since then embarked on a life of becoming stronger and stronger.

Fengshui talismans, fortune-telling and fortune-telling, gossip formations, all of them are proficient.

Slapping brothers and sisters in the face, abusing scumbag parents, accepting younger brothers, good luck, and reaching the top of the winner in life.

From the perspective of a bystander, it is indeed very refreshing and stress-relieving, but from the perspective of others, it is not the same thing at all.

Meng Zhiwen is the villain boss. He was originally a classmate of the same university as Xiao Ling, with an ordinary family background and a gloomy and low-key personality. Because he inadvertently defended another little transparent who was bullied by Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling was angry and threw him into the city. The most famous haunted house.

This is a supernatural world. Of course, there are ghosts in the famous haunted house, and there are more than one.

Meng Zhiwen, who was not as lucky as Tiandao's darling, woke up and was torn to pieces by a group of evil spirits, and died miserably.

And Meng Zhiwen's talent is indeed excellent. Under the threat of dying, he learned to absorb the ghost energy and cultivation of other ghosts without a teacher, and exhausted all the ghosts in the entire ghost house.

A month later, Meng Zhiwen, who had turned into a fierce ghost, broke free from the shackles of the haunted house, and his first target of revenge was Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling is the darling of heaven, no matter how powerful Meng Zhiwen is, he will not be able to kill him. Instead, he leads to a big boss in the ghost hunting world who has disappeared for many years. Talented, and just wanted to take in a disciple.

Then Xiao Ling somehow became the boss's only direct disciple, and the scarred Meng Zhiwen recuperated for a long time, and came out again to settle accounts with Xiao Ling.

Seriously injured and defeated, come back, seriously injured, come again...

Meng Zhiwen was like a mob who tirelessly leveled up Xiao Ling's experience, he kept pestering him until the end, and was killed by Xiao Ling who was number one in the world after leveling up.

There is no logic, no reason.

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"Um……"

The boy who had been in a coma for several hours finally woke up and shook his head, only feeling a dull pain in the back of his head.

His fingers were stiff, and his whole body was cold. When he moved his arm, the boy couldn't support himself, and fell back to the ground, stirring up a circle of dust, which stained the originally clean clothes, making him extremely embarrassed.

Once again, the boy finally leaned against the wall and did not move, as if he was closing his eyes to take a rest.

The slightly long black hair covered his tall nose, revealing his tight thin lips and a perfect chin like a knife.

After a long pause, a self-deprecating chuckle faded away, and the boy looked at the gray stains all over his body, and stood up staggeringly while leaning on the wall.

The furnishings in the room were all covered with white cloth, with a thick layer of dust, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

Seeing the outside environment from the window next to him, the boy knew it in his heart.

Is it a villa that has been abandoned for many years?

It's really good for him.

At this time, Meng Zhiwen hadn't thought about going up to the ghost house, he just thought that Xiao Ling wanted to teach himself a little lesson, be locked up or something like that.

Meng Zhiwen wanted to sigh when he thought of the reason why he was targeted by those rich second generations for no reason.

He really just passed by, and accidentally interrupted their campus bullying scene, and he was hated by those people.

But the boy who was saved by him by mistake disappeared without a trace, not even a word of thanks or comfort was said to him.

But people are selfish, and he doesn't blame him.

It can only be said that in this world, money and power are the important basis for dividing everyone's class.

Shaking his head, Meng Zhiwen touched his head that was still in pain, and the dark and deep eyes flashed away.

I always feel that someone should have been there just now.

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