The enemy is wearing a vest [Infinite Stream]

"Are you going to confront the village chief now?" Xia Han asked, "But how do you ensure that he tells the truth and threatens?"

"Of course it is," Ling Lin said with a matter-of-fact expression, "I'm pretending to be a ghost."

The two of them walked back all the way, taking the trembling Ruan Shushu with them on the way.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow,

"Shut up! You're howling!"

"What are we going to do here? Aren't we going back to sleep?" Ruan Shushu followed suit step by step. He felt that this was the longest night he had ever experienced in his life.

Of course, he got acquainted with Ling Lin later, and found that there were still many long nights waiting for him.

"You will know when you arrive." Ling Lin didn't want to explain too much.

Seeing that he was approaching the place, Ling Lin tore up his skirt as he walked. Since he wanted to pretend to be a female ghost, he had to play, and tore off strips of cloth. He twisted these strips together and twisted them into a strong rope.

Ruan Shushu looked terrified: "Brother Ling, what's wrong with you...you, this,"

"Don't talk nonsense, listen to me," Ling Lin twisted the cloth strips: "Which one of you has a bag card? It doesn't matter if it's not a bag, a piece of cloth or other things that can cover people are fine."

"I have it!" Ruan Shushu hurriedly took out a card: "A card was given to me by a quester after his death. It's a big black cloth bag. It's tough and strong, and it can't see the light."

"Okay," Ling Lin took the card and handed it to Xia Han: "Xia Han, please cover the village chief when the time comes."

"Wait, Brother Ling, what are you planning to do?" Ruan Shushu was surprised.

"I will explain to you later, Ruan Shushu, I need your help to do something," Ling Lin spoke quickly, "You will stay in the corner of the wall later, will you cry?"

Ruan Shushu nodded.

"That's fine. When I tell you that I'm here to ask for your life, you just squat over there and shout three times in the most miserable voice. The female ghost is here to ask for your life. Do you hear me?"

Ruan Shushu hesitated, but still nodded.

"Don't you need to make any more plans?" Xia Han asked.

"No need, I'm not in a hurry to play a female ghost, not to mention," Ling Lin sneered: "If you do too many bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts."

Several people form a triangle and stay in their respective places.

Xia Han undoes the puppy's drug.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof!" The loud barking of dogs pierced the silence of the night.

But after a while, Ling Lin saw a familiar figure coming out, and he let go of the little yellow dog.

The dog ran towards the yard spontaneously, and the village chief's attention was attracted by the dog. Xia Han was already prepared, and jumped up from behind the village chief, holding a set of black cloth bags.

In order to prevent the village chief from bringing out the portrait of the so-called god, Ling Lin thought of a trick on the road. No matter what he used, he would trap the village chief. The clothes of several people were tied together into a big bag, and Xia Han restrained the village chief.

Xia Han covered the head of the village, and used medicine to stun the dog again.

Tighten the bag tightly and throw it on the ground. Not far away, Ling Lin could see the village chief struggling a few times in it, and soon stopped still.

So calm, Ling Lin sneered.

He stood up and walked on the bluestone slabs at the edge of the yard.

"Dengdengdeng—" from far to near.

The village chief shrank stiffly in the bag. He did take a portrait of a god. He didn't care about the dog barking for the first time that night. The second time he felt that something was wrong, so he took the statue of the god by the bed. In his hand, he also took a small knife placed by the bedside.

Trying to cut the cloth bag with a knife, his palm was wet and slippery, and the hand holding the knife was trembling uncontrollably.

The sound of high heels is getting closer, closer...

The village head suddenly remembered the person he killed. She also had a pair of light blue high-heeled shoes with small heels. She walked on the ground.

"Kick, kick, kick..."

The voice stopped, and the village chief's heart was lifted high, and he continued to cut the bag with trembling hands, comforting himself in his heart, it will be cut soon, and he will be able to go out when the time comes...

"I'm back." A familiar voice rang in my ears.

The village chief's heart tightened, she, she is back!

Ling Lin leaned over the head of the village head and said these words, looked at the person in the black bag who was not moving, sneered, took out the cloth strip he tore off, and slowly strangled the head of the village.

"There is a custom over there. People who have done bad things will leave traces when they die. If I strangle you with a rope, you will have a bruise on your neck when you go to hell. Separation, everyone will know at a glance that you are a wicked person, and after entering hell, you can only be reincarnated as an animal for life after life."

Ling Lin approached the head of the village chief and said softly, "You will die."

In fact, Ling Lin's voice is not that similar to Wen Fang's, at most it is half alike. In such a short period of time, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible to learn so well, but he lowered his tone, and in this atmosphere, it is enough up.

Xia Han watched Ling Lin singing and playing, and found it interesting. Now he really wants to see what Ling Lin will do next.

The mayor in the bag began to struggle, his hands gripping the tighter and tighter straps, but it seemed to be in vain.

He laughed softly when he heard the familiar voice, and said: "The way of heaven is reincarnation, I can finally come to claim your life, and your son, I will not let it go."

When Ruan Shushu heard this sentence, he immediately howled miserably: "The female ghost is here to take her life! The female ghost is here to take her life! The female ghost is here to take her life!"

These three sounds completely broke the village chief's psychological defense line. He pulled the tight belt fiercely and shouted: "Wen Fang! If you dare to hurt the life of my Wang family, Mr. Four Eyes will not let you go!" Pass yours!!!"

"That's what you deserve! You meddle in your own business! You deserve it!! Did you hear that, you bitch deserve it!!!"

Ling Lin's face turned completely cold, he resumed his original voice, and sneered, "Really?"

The village chief stopped suddenly, and then began to struggle violently: "Who are you! You are not Wen Fang, who the hell are you!!!"

There seemed to be a hostility in Ling Lin's chest, and he said coldly: "He is the one who wants to kill you."

He opened the bag a little, revealing the frightened head of the village chief, holding the rope with one hand, and raising the knife with the other. In the real world, he stabbed the knife in his hand at the simulated human body many times during training, and took the knife countless times. He fired at the target, but now he was facing a real person.

Even if he is heinous.

He closed his eyes and said softly: "Look, your lifeblood didn't come out to save you in the end."

Saying that, the tip of the knife pressed down.

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"Drink some water, Brother Ling." Ruan Shushu offered water beside him.

They killed the village chief to avoid being targeted by the four-eyed gentleman, so they stopped searching and planned to go back and rest for a while.

As a result, as soon as he walked out of the village, Ling Lin couldn't help vomiting. He had eaten very little during this time, but kept retching and his face was pale.

"Brother Ling, that person deserved what he deserved, you did the right thing!" Ruan Shushu tried to reassure himself beside him.

Xia Han didn't make a sound, he stood outside looking at Ling Lin's pale appearance, thinking about the knife he was determined to suppress, Ling Lin really quickly adapted to this environment.

When the two of them were lying on the bed at night, Ling Lin suddenly said, "Xia Han, I want to get rid of that perpetrator and Mr. Four Eyes."

"Ok?"

"As long as that god is still there, such tragedies will not stop, and the grievances of kind souls will never rest. Let's do it tomorrow. If it happens, Xia Han, you don't have to suffer in this world anymore."

He killed a villain today, according to Xia Han, he will be able to leave this world after another day.

In fact, most of the success of this matter was due to Xia Han, but Xia Han didn't compete with him for the head, Ling Lin couldn't take advantage of it with peace of mind.

"It will be difficult." Xia Han said.

"Well, I know, we're together, and I'll try to help."

"Ling Lin." This was the first time Xia Han called his name.

"En." Ling Lin responded.

Xia Han suddenly didn't know what he was going to say. He remembered that the first person he came to this world to kill was a monster who abandoned his wife and children and did all kinds of crimes and became neither human nor ghost. He spent a lot of effort, After he survived the hands of this monster, the surrounding missionaries looked at him like a madman.

He ignored these gazes, took the broken sword in his hand and ran to a place with water to wash his hands. He kept scrubbing, but he always felt unclean.

Now seeing Ling Lin's appearance, I can't help but think of this long-term memory. I clenched the knife in my hand but heard the shallow breathing from the other side.

At this moment Ling Lin had fallen asleep.

Sleeping is good, Xia Han laughed, it is a good thing to be able to sleep well, unlike him, who is plagued by nightmares every day, trapped in the dark abyss fighting, and can't escape.

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There will be another update in the afternoon.