Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

"It's quite poetic."

According to his narration, Jian Mingshu seemed to see the soft and tough Baizilian, the only one, born on the ruthless and cruel soil.

He was very curious: "Who is this 'Purgatory Alone Flower'?"

In the darkness, the old deer seemed to bow his head in thought for a while, seriously remembering.

He paused for a long time, then sighed and said, "It's been so long, I really can't remember this person's name. I just remember that the surname is not common, it seems to be Wu."

"The surname is Wu."

Jian Mingshu repeated in a low voice.Coincidentally, since the Ghost Festival, several people with the surname "Wu" appeared in his life inexplicably, as if they were in conflict with the surname "Wu".

"But according to what you just said, the real 'that person' in Fengdu Prison is so powerful that he couldn't escape. How did this 'Purgatory Alone Flower' get out?"

The old deer's antlers swayed from side to side, it was shaking his head."Who knows," he said.

The conversation was interrupted by a burst of electrical interference.

A burst of intermittent voices came: "Ming... Shu... 7001, 4... Live... Concrete... Cheng."

Even if the sound quality is extremely poor and intermittent, Jian Mingshu can understand without listening carefully that this is Baomeng's voice.This is what makes her special.

Although the chatter of ghosts in the depths of the nether world caused serious interference, he still guessed the meaning of this sentence: the next cocoon world has arrived.

It's been two days since the last one ended—it really doesn't let people rest for a moment.

Jian Mingshu sighed: "Old Lu... I will come to you next time to relax. I have to go back to Pingdu Hospital."

In the darkness, Fei Lian patted him on the shoulder: "Be careful."

Just as Jian Mingshu raised his foot to leave, he suddenly remembered something, and asked instead: "Old Lu, can you give me a ride?"

late at night.

The driver was tired all day, and his upper and lower eyelids kept fighting.He was holding the steering wheel with his left hand and a cigarette in his right hand, trying to wake himself up.

In Fengcheng City, a ghostly place, once it's dark, even with high beams on, it's impossible to clearly illuminate the road ahead.This is even more so today, his speed has dropped to 40 yards per hour, and the ghost fog hits the headlights one after another. The fog is so thick that he can't even see the marking lines on the ground.

He braced himself, thinking that there were still about ten kilometers left, and he might find a place where he could rest.

Not far in front of the car, in the ghost fog illuminated by the headlights, a huge figure flashed.The driver was startled by the giant shadow of at least three meters, unable to dodge in time, and before turning around in time, he slammed straight into it.

There was a loud "boom", and a huge impact exploded in the chest.

The inertia threw the driver hard on the steering wheel, and the seat belt pulled him heavily back into the seat.Miraculously, under such a huge momentum, he was unscathed.

"Could it be that he hit someone!"

The driver suddenly broke out in white sweat.He has been cautious in driving for several years, not even daring to run through a yellow light.

Fear, like a crow passing through my heart.He fumbled for the mobile phone beside him, hastily pressed the flashlight in the mobile phone, and got out of the car in a panic.

In front of the car is a clean open space, no one.Not even kittens or dogs.This made him greatly relieved.Although it is convenient to drive with people, it is also a fierce weapon. One carelessness may change the fate of several families.

In a lifetime, one accident cannot happen.

The flashlight that came with the phone illuminated a small area, and he moved the light up, wanting to take a look at the front of the car by the way.

Seeing this, the breath that had just been relieved immediately rose to the throat.

On the front cover of the car, there were two huge dents, as if it had been hit by some giant's calf.

At the same time, in the City God's Temple not far away, there was a loud "clang" sound, and it sounded like someone had kicked the door and entered with a lot of confidence.

The ghost messenger in the City God's Temple in Fengcheng City, these few days, has been feeling annoyed.

After the Hungry Ghost Festival, as the capital of the underworld, their workload has increased several times. The control of mobile ghost mouths alone has left him without much rest for several days and nights. A few strands scattered.

Now that he finally finished distributing the backlog of road introductions, he was happy for a while, and just sat down to eat incense lunch, when he kicked the door, he ignited the anger in the ghost guard's heart.

He slapped the incense table in the house, and cursed angrily: "Whoever doesn't wink, dare to kick the door of Lord Hades!"

Probably another new ghost who didn't know the rules and just died, didn't know the rule of returning to evil after seven days, kicked the door hastily and wanted to reincarnate.

"Just take a guide, rush to reincarnate!"

The ghost guards were cursing and packing up the incense offerings. After the visitor entered the door, he was calm, walking slowly without the anger he had when he kicked the door.

The ghost messenger turned around from behind the Town God's Temple with frowning eyes, and was startled when he saw the person coming face to face.

He immediately bowed his body, bowed his head and greeted: "Jane... Dean Jian." Jian Mingshu couldn't help laughing at his turning point, he suppressed his smile, pretended to look coldly at the little devil, and almost glanced at him: "I don't know, Which Temple of Hades moved to this City God Temple to work?"

The ghost messenger hurriedly laughed: "That, that's because the villain went out today, stepped on dog blood, and was fascinated by ghosts for a while..."

Jian Mingshu almost couldn't help laughing.

He corrected his color and ordered: "There is a driver in this city. I just borrowed his car to drive him away. I will give him a bad deed - at least let him change to a new car. Who is it, you can decide for yourself." Let's check the surveillance."

"Hey, hey." The ghost messenger agreed again and again, complaining endlessly in his heart.It flew again, I don't know how many times this month.

Whenever Jian Ming's soul travels to the underworld and is too lazy to return, he will always use the incarnations of ghost messengers—sometimes the owner of the troublemaker's treasure house, Mr. Fei Lian, and sometimes black and white impermanence—to attach to their avatars , hitting the oncoming vehicle directly.

In this way, the avatar of the ghost messenger collapsed, and Jian Mingshu's wandering soul could be restarted with one click. Like all new ghosts, he went straight to the local Town God's Temple to report.

This method of hitting a car and taking a shortcut was called "flying" by this old and disrespectful Jian Mingshu.

Fengcheng Town God's Temple, coincidentally, Hepingdu Hospital is a neighbor, and it is only a few steps away.Therefore, the flying one is indeed much faster than the return of the wandering soul.

After Jian Mingshu finished his confession, he left the City God's Temple contentedly.

The ghost messenger sat back at his desk with a sad face, opened the city's merit book, and started to play it back to the monitor on the side monitor.

This matter is troublesome to say, but it is also easy to find.

The surveillance in the underworld is different from the one used in the human world.The human world recognizes people by their faces, while the underworld recognizes people by their souls.This surveillance cannot see human faces clearly like human surveillance, but it can clearly see the real body or primordial spirit of people, demons, demons, and immortals.

He knew the approximate time period, and he only needed to find out the ordinary soul that collided with the ghost spirit.

Guicha has no patience. He drove at the maximum double speed, and accidentally replayed too much, and the monitor got stuck half an hour before the Ghost Festival.

On the static nine-square grid screen of the monitor, the gate of Pingdu Hospital in the lower left corner is full of ghostly aura.Groups of ghost soldiers and ghost fogs of red primordial spirits all stared in the direction of the gate of Pingdu Hospital.

Guicha narrowed his eyes, zoomed in on the video, and pressed the play button curiously.

The group of ghost soldiers who caused the accident all lost control and rushed towards the gate of Pingdu Hospital. Before they got halfway, the cloud of ghost fog seemed to be blown away by an invisible wind and melted into the air.

A cloud of dark ghost fog came out of the hospital, and within the ghost fog was a lingering purple mist.

"General Wu?"

The ghost messenger rubbed his eyes and carefully checked the picture.It was indeed Wu Zijue's primordial spirit.

He is the only one with this dark purple primordial spirit, and he is determined to never admit his mistake.

General Ke Zijue, what are you doing at Pingdu Hospital?

Guicha scratched his head, puzzled.

At the same time, on the 18th floor of Pingdu Hospital, the two souls returned to their places.

The little black cat was still on the windowsill, fighting with the curtains.The starry sky quietly sat on the head of the bed, and the sleeping Jian Mingshu slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes are full of the cold white moonlight through the window, the naughty posture of the little black cat, and the dazzling shadows of flowers.

He slowly sat up from the bed, tugged at the neckline that had drifted off from sleep.Even though it was August, the chill in the room was inexplicably thick.

Jian Mingshu sniffed lightly.

In this room, there is a faint scent of ebony.

He was very familiar with the preparations for Cocoon World, and he brought the supplies and hurried down to the first floor in a short time.

At the end of the corridor on the first floor, the red light of "rescue in progress" has been lit on the top of the operating room.It seems that after Baomeng sent the message, he has already advanced on his own.

Jian Mingshu hastily put on a white coat, casually pushed open the door of the operating room, and walked in.

Days and nights, dark rain and dry forest.

The slanting rain was like silver needles, being swept up and down by the strong wind, it was so blowing that people couldn't open their eyes at all.With such a strong wind, it doesn't matter whether you use an umbrella or not.

Something crackled from the cold rain, but only the lower half of his face was wet.

He raised his hand to touch it, and found half of the mask.The mask is extremely gorgeous to the touch, as if it is engraved with patterns, presenting a gorgeous butterfly shape.

"Why is the main god holding a pipa to half cover his face..." Jian Mingshu touched the mask and tried to remove it, but there was a burst of tearing pain on his face.

It seems that it is welded to the face.

Really bad fun.

He was just about to gather his white coat, but he felt a strange knot at the neckline.

An eyeball with flesh and nerves embedded in the button of the neckline, even the slippery feel is extremely realistic.It was only then that Jian Mingshu noticed that his white coat had turned into a black cloak that was dragged to the ground, with strange dark patterns.

The night was getting dark, and the lines on the clothes could not be seen clearly in the pitch black, but the eyeballs on the neckline that were used as buttons rolled from side to side, as if they were alive.

The low and sad sound of the pipe organ came from a distance, startling a crowd of black crows.

Jian Mingshu followed the row of crows and raised his head, a gigantic eyeball hung in the air instead of the sun.There are nerves and flesh and blood behind the eyeballs, and the whites of the eyes are bloodshot, like a dark red net, enclosing the huge pupils.

Every inch of detail in the giant eye is magnified to see clearly.

Something cold and soft wrapped around Jian Mingshu's neck.This 'thing' also has a subtle sense of adsorption.