The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Have you ever seen the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts?

This legendary ghost night, which once existed only in human paintings and dramas, is now being staged on a luxury cruise ship in the high seas of the Atlantic Ocean 1 kilometers away from the country of origin.

Decades of bloody resentment erupted as soon as the bomb detonated.

An ominous black fog enveloped every corner of the cruise ship.

The howls of wraiths are everywhere, and they wake up from the bottom of the 'Wheel of Hope', inside the fuel tank.At this moment, smelling the flesh and blood and fear of the enemy, they rushed towards the fifth floor little by little.

All unrelated ordinary tourists on board have been evacuated to the lifeboats, and under the control of the crew, they sailed for nearly a hundred miles, keeping a safe distance from the 'Wheel of Hope'.

Therefore, when the flames and vibrations of the first bomb came, the tourists who were still holding the mentality of watching sideshows finally opened their eyes wide with belatedness, and the terrified and helpless scenes of each other were reflected on their retinas. Face.

The third son and Zhong Yuanzhong did not leave either.

They stood on the upper deck without changing their expressions, calmly watching the roaring army of wraiths rushing towards them like black water.

Then, when they were about to step into the surrounding area of ​​the red-haired girl, they froze visibly to the naked eye, braked quickly, and avoided a large distance.

If someone looks down from the helicopter, they will find that the deck flowing with the black wraith seems to have been sunken suddenly,

A circular vacuum zone was formed within a radius of one meter centered on the red-haired girl, which was not affected by the black gas corrosion at all.

"Oh! I didn't expect that these [spirits] don't look very smart, but they are actually quite intelligent."

The third son stroked his chin, staring with interest at the army of wraiths who were carefully avoiding him, and suddenly had the idea of ​​grabbing one and bringing it back to his father for study.

Hmm... Although it's a foreign ghost, if you sneak one back, the EU Hell shouldn't find it, right?

The red-haired girl stared straight at a wraith, thinking thoughtfully.

Perhaps it was because the third son looked at the little white mouse with too revealing eyes, and Zhong Yuanzhong beside the girl also noticed that the ghosts passing by them visibly shook as if they were electrocuted, and then - crawled faster.

At the beginning, because the limbs were too stiff, he could only crawl on the deck, half crawling and half walking.

But under the persecution of the third son's gaze, they quickly learned to coordinate their limbs without a teacher.

Zhongyuan Zhong also swore that he even saw one or two talented dead souls, who perfectly skipped the stage of ape walking, and evolved into running wildly in a second.

That speed is more than enough to directly enter the Olympic sprint field.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Is this the desire of the dead to survive?

PortMafia Gravity makes an eye-opener.

Seeing the spectacle of the resentful spirits in front of him, Zhongyuanzhong also suddenly remembered something, looked at the red-haired ghost messenger,

"Third son, I remember you said that it is difficult for the dead to harm humans?"

"Well, that's right." The third son nodded.

Just like the underworld and the present world have their own set of operating rules, the dead are essentially two species that have nothing to do with the living.

In many cases, ghosts can't even be caught by the naked eyes of living people, let alone harming them.

To some extent, this can be regarded as some kind of protection mechanism in this world.

"But Mr. Zhongyuan, what you mentioned just now is just the result under normal circumstances, under normal circumstances."

The red-haired girl looked at the backs of the wraiths and said meaningfully.

What do you mean?

Zhongyuan Zhong also showed doubts.

But soon, the question of the red-haired boy was answered.

*****

The living cannot perceive the undead, just as the undead cannot interfere with the living.

But for thousands of years in this world, there has always been no shortage of "exceptions".

*****

In the banquet hall, the poisoned guests were limp on the ground like dead dogs.

At first, they thought they would be brutally abused by the Avengers, but soon they realized they were wrong.

The head maid, Junko Uchida, did nothing except order the two tall crew members to throw Yusaku Kudo into the corner of the room.She just sat at the table with the people around her, looking down at them condescendingly.

There was neither sadness nor joy in the woman's eyes, only a cold gaze, as if looking at a piece of meat.

Someone couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Some people, on the other hand, uttered insults angrily, intimidating and luring.

However, no one paid any attention to them, not even unnecessary emotional ups and downs.

Nearly a hundred people, each one of them, is burdened with a sea of ​​resentment.

But under such a premise, there was not even a single person who abused or punched and kicked the guests on the ground to vent their anger, but only cast them with the same eyes looking at dead objects.

This is more terrifying than real torture of flesh and blood.

The panic brought about by the unknown spread in the banquet hall, and the voice of cursing became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The guests lying on the ground couldn't see the situation where the ship was surrounded by black resentment, but their eyes, ears, and even their sense of smell all caught a trace of unusual breath.

The door to the corridor outside was opened, and the outside was empty, only a few dim lights shone on the Persian carpet, extending to the end of the darkness.

No one dared to breathe hard, the invisible crisis gripped their fragile nerves, and even every hair on the skin stood up uncontrollably.

Obviously there is nothing there, but their senses are screaming frantically, reminding themselves——

Something is approaching here.

They shuffled their feet, moved their limbs silently...

...something is coming!

In the dead air, whether it is the rich people on the ground or the crew and employees, they are all waiting quietly.

And when the first light near the door flickered and made noises with unstable voltage, the rich and bloodshot eyes finally collapsed and screamed in horror.

"Oh, God!"

"Please, let me go, I know I was wrong! I have money, I can give it!"

"My wife is just pregnant, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

……

Hoarse pleas came and went.

This group of self-proclaimed noble and arrogant masters, in the face of death threats, no longer care about the so-called decency and dignity.

They begged for mercy loudly to the "bugs" they looked down on in the past, their noses and tears flowed together, and they were mixed together in embarrassment, not much better than the failed "braves".

But no one heeded their begging for mercy.

Not the survivors of the victims, much less a distant God.

The survivors, headed by the head maid Junko Uchida, looked outside the door.

They stood up collectively as if they had seen someone who had been waiting for a long time, and under the horrified gaze of the rich, they opened their arms with a smile on their faces, and faced the empty "air".

——"Mr. Zhongyuan, this is what I said, 'special circumstances beyond the general category'."

corner of banquet hall

The third son and Nakahara Naka did not know when they appeared beside Kudo Yusaku.

Nakahara Chuya bent down and patted Kudo Yusaku's shoulder casually with his right hand.In the next second, the red supernatural power lights up, and the tall figure exceeding 1.8 meters, just like losing gravity, floats out of thin air.

"Miss Sanzi..."

Yusaku Kudo opened his mouth, he wanted to say something more.

But after meeting the eyes of the red-haired girl, Kudo Yusaku finally closed his mouth and sighed as if giving up.

"Look carefully, Mr. Kudo, this is the means of revenge for them to abandon themselves and sell themselves to the devil."

The third son turned her head, and she looked towards the dim door, her gem-like emerald pupils reflected the strange scene of human beings voluntarily sacrificing their bodies and merging with resentful spirits.

The girl's tone of voice was calm and waveless, but the quality of her voice was as cold as the red rusty water of the Santu River, with blood that could not go away.

"'Everyone can have a future' is indeed good, but you forget that they have already voluntarily given up their own future since they lost their important people."

"Ten years or 20 years of dormancy in secret, their wills have been polished into steel and knives by time."

"Mr. Kudo, forgiveness is what God does. And they just want to pay with blood - use the flesh of the enemy to appease the bones of their loved ones, and use the blood of the enemy to pay homage to the spirit of their lover."

"This is theirs, [Transcendence]."

The moment the red-haired girl's voice fell, there was a toothache 'creaking' sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Yusaku Kudo opened his eyes wide. He watched the survivors who actively merged with the resentful spirits twist their limbs like a machine out of control.

Watching their facial features distorted, their eyeballs turned upwards, and finally only the terrifying whites remained in their eye sockets.

Seeing them stop suddenly, and then turned into wraiths with real flesh and bodies, with sharp fangs, they rushed towards the enemies on the ground.

The following picture can be said to be quite tragic, enough to be classified into the scope of PG-1000, and a sentence, "Not recommended for humans to watch, only for hell" is added as a warning.

At least one reliable married novelist has honestly fainted, livid with the gravitas of all kinds of interrogation and torture.

Judging from his vaguely disgusted expression, for a long time, the red-haired boy probably didn't want to see meat anymore.

At this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled.

At a time like this, I would still do this, no matter how I thought about it, there was only one person.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought reflexively.

Although it was inappropriate, the boy's heavy heart after witnessing the tragic revenge scene unconsciously relaxed, and he turned his head to look at the third son beside him.

"What's wrong?" Nakahara Zhong also asked patiently.

The red-haired girl stretched out her right hand and beckoned like a beckoning cat: "Mr. Zhongyuan, lower your head a little."

"doing what?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a puzzled expression, but he still leaned in the direction of the third son according to his words, and lowered his head slightly.

The next moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt his ears being gently covered by warm palms.

The sudden physical contact stunned Zhong Yuan Zhong, and he didn't even notice when he interrupted the gravity ability.

Kudo Yusaku 'Duang' who lost the support of the supernatural power fell to the ground, a big bump slowly bulged out on his forehead, and he became more dizzy.

However, the Central Plains did not take these into consideration.

At this moment, all his attention and mind were on the red-haired ghost.

【Cover ears】

It seemed to be just a self-deception, an action that was better than nothing, but the whole world seemed to have really quieted down because of it.

The wailing and chewing of flesh and blood in the room faded at this moment, only the emerald eyes of the red-haired girl and the smile on her lips were infinitely magnified in the boy's sensory field of vision.

"Don't be afraid of Teacher Zhongyuan, you won't be able to hear me that way."

The third son covered Nakahara Chuya's ears, opened and closed his light pink lips, and said softly.

Nakahara Nakaya's cobalt blue eyes stared straight at the girl.

The dazed look in his eyes disappeared at some point, replaced by a more aggressive, plundering instinct engraved in the bones of the Mafia, slowly emerging in his eyes.

"you--"

The ochre-haired boy stretched out his hand, and put his black gloved fingers on the third son's wrist.

The girl's beating pulse was transmitted to the gravity user's brain through the separated glove fabric.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but suddenly felt that his ears were empty, and a certain hell ghost took his hand back without warning.

"Well, I escaped as expected."

The third son withdrew his hand, looked sideways at the empty podium, and showed the expected eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

Nakahara Nakaya followed Mitsuko's line of sight, and saw Hyoudou Kazun who was supposed to be slumped on the stage, but disappeared at some point, leaving only a pool of conspicuous blood and an empty syringe. Got it.

A gravitational gravitas slumped over someone whose mood had been toyed with.

He turned his head slowly, staring silently at the back of the red-haired girl's head, that look was dangerous no matter how you looked at it.

However, the red-haired girl didn't have the slightest sense of self-awareness. Instead, she excitedly rubbed her fists and said urgently,

"Old Immortal has finally acted. It's not in vain that I worked so hard to create opportunities for him. Heh heh, now it's up to you to escape."

"Mr. Zhongyuan, let's go! Let's follow! I'll show you something good later... Xi, huh?!"

Before he finished speaking, Sanzi felt a chill on the back of his neck.

A pair of solid arms stretched out from behind, and the elbows were precisely stuck on her fragile neck.

The red-haired girl turned her head tremblingly, and met Zhong Yuan Zhongya with a black face of lightning and thunder.

"That, that, Teacher Zhongyuan?"

The third son swallowed carefully, and reminded in a low voice,

"Your expression is a bit scary, are you also possessed by a vengeful spirit? Or do you want to go to the bathroom again? No, it's okay... I can wait..."

The third son's voice became smaller and smaller under the gaze of the red-haired boy.

In the end, the girl simply closed her mouth, blinked her eyes, and expertly revealed the moist eyes of a dog begging for mercy.

Although I don't know why Teacher Zhongyuan is angry, but the situation is urgent, so let's talk about it first!

It's a pity that this time, the signature killer move of a certain ghost girl seems to have failed.

"Oh, no problem."

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, and there was a gust of wind behind him.

"However, before you get rid of Hyoudou Kazun's old man, third son, you should give me a punch first. Don't worry, I only use [-]% of your strength."

The third son was greatly shocked: "Eh?! Why!"

"Wait, wait...! Teacher Zhongyuan, please calm down, attacking ghosts will interfere with official duties, and you will go to hell! And you have [-]% of your strength, have you even used your supernatural powers?!"

"It's forbidden to beat ghost guards, do you hear me! If I do it, I will be angry...It hurts!"

The answer to a certain red-haired ghost girl was a merciless flick on the forehead.

At the same time, the sixth floor of the cruise ship

In a long private corridor, an elderly figure leaned unsteadily against the wall, panting heavily.

The emergency injection of the antidote was not enough to fully synthesize the toxin in the spice, but it was enough for him to recover some of his mobility, and rely on his remaining skills from his youth to escape from that hellish banquet hall.

"PortMafia... Yusaku Kudo, wait for me! Absolutely, never let you go..."

Recalling the scene in the banquet hall, Hyoudou Kazun gritted his teeth and squeezed out a curse, taking all the accounts on the two of them as a matter of course.

If it wasn't for them...

If it wasn't for them...! ! !

Hyoudou Kazun lowered his head and glanced at the palm that was several times older in vain, his eyes were filled with vicious light,

"It doesn't matter, hehe, the vitality of gravity and the well-known great writer must be extraordinary, so I accept it."

The old man with the cane sneered, fisted his hands, and knocked on the wall beside him.

After a complicated beat, there was only a soft sound of "Kara", and the wall at the end of the corridor seemed to be alive, slowly cracking a crack and rotating to the right.

A few seconds later, a secret door leading to the storage room appeared in front of Hyoudou Kazuson.