Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

"Be careful!" Jian Mingshu just reminded him, but Wu Shuyang turned around in an instant and grabbed the neck of the wolf-head mask casually.

With a click, his head lost strength, presented a strange angle, and collapsed with his eyes rolled.

Wu Shuyang shook him off with a look of disgust, staring at the wolf-headed mask slumped on the ground with a cold expression.

The sudden drop in temperature in the air was definitely not an illusion. Frost flowers slowly climbed up on the stained glass beside it.

"roll."

Wu Shuyang looked at the wolf-headed mask on the ground, and gave a low and short order, and the people on the ground instantly turned into fly ash.

The sight was astonishing.

Although I don't know the origin of Wu Shuyang in front of me, but the appearance of manipulating karmic fire and ghosts is not bad, this person is an evil god.

Taking advantage of this gap, Yingzhu quickly said in the bio frequency: [Uncle Ming, this is...]

[I know. ]

[He came to our hospital on the Ghost Festival, and I saw him on surveillance. ]

Jian Mingshu was silent for two or three seconds before continuing: [Got it. ]

After removing the wolf-head mask, Wu Shuyang turned around without saying a word.

A cold hand slowly touched Jian Mingshu's shoulder, just like in the border town of Wuzhen, a fine green fire engulfed the bleeding wound on Jian Mingshu's left shoulder.Then, some scrapes on the upper abdomen, palms and arms.

The warm light flickering from the lighter couldn't dispel the coldness around Wu Shuyang, Jian Mingshu felt that his gaze fell on his own cheek.

He had a premonition that Wu Shuyang would kiss her in the next second.The momentum is wrong, so wrong.

"--that--"

"To shut up."

Jian Mingshu just started to talk, but was blocked by the other party's words.

Wu Shuyang's fingertips touched a slight scar on Jian Mingshu's cheek.His fingertips were as cold as ever, and the extremely icy touch penetrated aggressively into his cheeks.

He looked at Wu Shuyang's eyes, which were full of emotion and pity like the blue pool, and also watched his eyes become more and more scarlet.

A series of questions kept spinning in Jian Mingshu's mind.This person and I have only known each other for a few days, why are they behaving strangely.

To say that this person treats him well, the two of them shed blood and corpses together, and in this cocoon world, he saved himself at a critical moment, so it's not bad.

But if it's bad, it's really bad.After all, the only curse on Jian Mingshu's body was left by this person in front of him.

Wu Shuyang's eyes passed over his cheeks, moved downstream, and landed on the concise and fair neck.

The neckline of the cloak is too wide, covering the concise, narrow and strong shoulders, revealing the clear collarbone.The bloodstains that did not know when they were stained obliquely splashed on the concise and neat neckline, like a blooming mountain flower, causing people to feel pain in their hearts.

"What are you doing?" Jian Mingshu scolded.

Only then did Wu Shuyang realize that he couldn't help wanting to touch the bloodstain on Jian Mingshu's neckline when he was touched for a moment.His hand paused in the air and retracted.

"A sip of whiskey mixed with rum, and you drink it like this. I don't think you will drink alcohol in the future." Jian Mingshu looked at him with disgust.

"It has nothing to do with it." Wu Shuyang looked away and stopped looking at him.

Jianming smiled shortly: "All right."

He suddenly remembered the oil painting he was about to check before the wolf-head mask struck, so he flipped over and tried to tear the hole he had kicked open to make it bigger.

The oil canvas is extremely tough, with layers of paint on it, and a backing plate behind it, which is really hard to break.

"I come."

Just as Wu Shuyang stretched out his white and slender hand, Jian Mingshu immediately stopped him: "Don't, kid, there's someone inside, what if you're still alive, don't burn yourself into charcoal."

Wu Shuyang nodded: "It is indeed alive."

Jian Mingshu didn't stop for a moment, fighting the oil painting with brute force, and asked casually: "I can see it, is the Dharma eye still the yin and yang eye?"

"Dharma Eye."

"Uncle Ming... what are you doing..." Baomeng's voice came from the side, "Oh my god, why am I lying in your arms!"

Baomeng bounced off Yingzhu's body, his face flushed red: "I'm sorry, little brother. I didn't mean it."

That's your sister.

Jian Mingshu was speechless again, how many times he has been infatuated with his sister.

"Uncle Ming, what are you doing?" Baomeng asked.

"Can't you see? I'm saving people!"

"Well...but there is a carved handle next to it."

Jian Mingshu: "..."

On one side of the picture frame, at the height of a person, there is indeed a rose-shaped gilt handle. The room was dark, and Jian Ming didn't look at it seriously. He just thought it was the decoration on the carved picture frame and didn't pay much attention to it.

He touched the handle, but couldn't unscrew it. He tried to press it down again, and the oil painting "clicked" and slowly unscrewed outward.

In the oil painting is a small closet, in which there is a man in a black cloak.Jian Mingshu picked up his shoulders, the man was so weak that he almost fell forward on him.Using his hands, he managed to steady the man, leaning him against the wall of the closet.

Or should I say, "she".

This person was wearing a mask of colorful feathers. It was Qiao Lingling, the little girl who won the first round of "Girl in the Flower House" and won the pearl necklace.At this time, her face was dazed, with a bloodstain on her left forehead, and half of her face was flushed red.

"Hey, hello! Girl?" This person is a girl anyway, and Jian Mingshu doesn't want to get in touch with him too much, so he tried to wake her up.

The girl couldn't wake up no matter how much she yelled, Jian Mingshu had no choice but to find Shi Gandang, and gently poked her arm with a brick: "Girl, wake up. Girl?"

"Uncle Ming, you...you are really lonely." Baomeng sighed, "Forget it, let me do it."

Jian Mingshu felt relieved, and immediately took a step back and stood beside Wu Shuyang.

Now he is really grateful to Kunpeng for letting go of the question in advance and bringing the girl in, otherwise, with such a drowsy girl, he would really be staring at her - there is nothing he can do.

Baomeng took a step forward, gently hugged the girl out, and shouted softly a few times.She probed the girl's breath, and listened carefully.The breath is almost weak.

"The situation is not very good." Baomeng said briefly, she began to pinch the girl's mouth, repeated several times, but there was still no response.Just as she was about to do artificial respiration, the girl gasped and opened her eyes leisurely.

Then, the air defense siren went off, and the girl started screaming loudly almost at the same time.

"Ah! Don't come here! You...don't come here!"

The iron door slammed shut, blocking the sound of the siren from the door.There is only one light source left in the whole room, the lighter.

Jian Mingshu moved the lighter towards the girl. She leaned against the closet with a frightened expression on her face, holding one of her high heels in her hand.

"Girl, don't be afraid. We are here to save you." Jian Mingshu calmly comforted her.

"...no... this chain, I can't get this chain off, it's stuck. I swear, I swear I don't know anything...just happened to sing that song by accident...please, Please let me go..."

Jian Mingshu sighed.

With his left hand in his pocket, his voice was a little lazy and soft: "I'm not interested in your necklace at all. I just want to ask you, did you guess the video of the first level?"

"No! No!! Don't ask me - I don't know anything... woo woo woo woo..."

She apparently began to have a nervous breakdown, huddled in the closet with her head in her hands, and began to cry softly.

Jian Mingshu still wanted to ask again, but Baomeng immediately interrupted him: "Okay, you can shut up. I'll ask you if I have nothing to do, straight man of steel!"

Jian Mingshu: "..."

Baomeng accompanied the girl, talking to her in a low voice, she seemed to relax a bit.Taking advantage of this gap, Jian Mingshu went through the information in his mind.

The video of the singing competition must be the key. Judging from the video, even if the main god is not the little girl, he is inextricably related to her.

Jian Mingshu was upset, and threw the lighter casually, the lighter circled smoothly in his hand, and the flame flickered on and off.

For a while, only Baomeng and Qiao Lingling kept their voices down and talked.Qiao Lingling's mood stabilized a lot, but she still couldn't help sobbing softly from time to time.

The long and torturous air defense sirens finally stopped.

In the silence, Jian Mingshu finally figured out the law of the siren: about every 15 minutes.It's just that he didn't want to understand what this frequency meant.

Not long after, there was a sound of running from far to near outside the iron gate.Jian Mingshu suddenly became nervous, and immediately extinguished the lighter in his hand.The moment the fire light disappeared, he seemed to see Wu Shuyang smiling at him.

The iron door opened a crack, and someone slipped in quietly.After entering the door, the outline of the person coming could not be seen clearly, only a green vertical line.

"Squat in. There are things up and down, don't be controlled." In the darkness, Wu Shuyang said.

The green vertical line fell instantly.As the person approached, there was a sticky sound of water when they stepped on the ground.The footsteps stopped two or three steps away.

"Report, the reorganization of the third hall has been completed, and we are only waiting for orders. Most of the Spider-Man has been destroyed, three of the second-layer sacs have been destroyed, and one remains."

"Well done."

"Wait a moment."

Jian Ming snapped on the lighter: "Are we on the same channel? This isn't the purgatory mode, is the main god starting the massacre?"

Reporting the incident in front of him was a boy with a flame mask, squatting on the ground.Even through the mask, at the position between his brows, there was an imprint of an agapanthus lily, shining with a faint green light all the time.

The flickering flames left warm shadows on Wu Shuyang's cheeks, he lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Mingshu with interest: "Yes."

"Then you...?"

Wu Shuyang chuckled, but his voice was cold to the bone: "Let her slaughter, of course we may fight back."

Jian Mingshu glanced at Wu Shuyang blankly.

"Counterattack... You need someone...Where are you from?"

The strong wind rushed in through the carved window, extinguishing the little flames in Jian Mingshu's hands.The eyeballs in the air slowly turned, the bloodshot pupils seemed to be staring at Jian Mingshu.

The darkness in the room returned to thick ink, leaving only two rows of green will-o'-the-wisps on the left and right, which were the eyes of the corpse that Wu Shuyang brought with him when he came.

"You don't need thousands of troops, my dean." Wu Shuyang's icy voice came from one side.

"You only need one, the king of all ghosts."

King of ghosts.These four words shook his heart.

In the darkness, the cold palm held his left hand, which was slightly larger than his own, and felt firm and reliable to the touch.

There was a cold touch on the back of the hand, soft like affectionate petals, but cold like ice in deep winter.

He kissed the back of his hand for a moment, then left gently.

Wu Shuyang's deep and gentle voice sounded in his ears: "I am willing to serve you, my dean."

In the darkness, an agapanthus pattern remained on the back of his kissed left hand, faintly emitting a dark purple light.

The room was dark.

The black shadows stood up slowly with strange postures. Although Jian Mingshu couldn't see clearly, he had a feeling——all these newly standing corpses were looking at him.

"Go." Wu Shuyang said calmly.

In an instant, a pair of green will-o'-the-wisps lit up at the positions of all the black shadow eyes.