"Damn I can't move!" Ye Feibai now felt like he was on the body. His movements and words were not what he meant. He felt like he was forced to control him. Now his whole body was lost, so he could only turn his eyes tenaciously to express his protest.

"Did that woman hit me and she had already gotten on my body? I'm so sinister." Ye Feibai could not take back his body at all. It was fake that he could resist all mental control with tenacious willpower. He was rushing inside, and he gently stroked the boy's head on the surface.

But although everything is strange, it should be quite warm, but everything is shattering. Ye Feibai kindly touched the head of a rotten child, and every time he touched it, he would bring up some ripe scalp.

Although it was uncomfortable, Bang Mie was so stupid that he still wanted to challenge the boy, so he could only ask Ye Feibai indirectly: "If you pick up a lion on the side of the road, do you plan to take him home to raise?"

Ye Feibai had no way to control his body. Although he knew that the child in front of him was very dangerous, his body did not allow him to take a step back.

It lasted for a few minutes, and the feeling of being bound and losing control gradually eased, and I regained control of my body. Looking at the child's well-behaved look, Ye Feibai only felt bitter in his mouth: "It's not whether I want that lion, but the word "liu and death". I can only choose one."

"If you take it out like this, you will become the enemy of the Yin Hunter." Beng Mie did not dare to offend the boy, but he still reminded him.

"He is Apiao, what can I do? Those old guys are so capable, let them kill Apiao. Do you know what it means to be involuntarily?" Ye Feibai wanted to roar, but he was afraid of "scaring" the child, so he suppressed his voice.

"Let's go like this. This child's indigenous people must know the way out." Although Buman was worried about the destructive power of the child, he was also somewhat glad that the child was controlled and had hope of escape.

"Do you think things are really that simple?" Ye Feibai didn't feel at ease for a moment. Even if the ghost really exists and explains it, how should this ghost's nest be explained?

"Lan Yang, tell your mother, who else can stay with you?" Although Ye Feibai said this awkwardly, in order to understand clearly, he had to bite the bullet no matter how disgusting he was.

"There is an old man, he is right behind." Lan Yang pointed to the back of the park and immediately shocked Ye Feibai.

"Then it should be this ghost behind it, but why did I, the Hunting Yin Ling, have no reaction at all?" The strangest thing about Ye Feibai was that the Hunting Yin Ling had no reaction along the way: "Are you broken?" Ye Feibai reached out and fiddled with him twice, but still had no reaction.

I had no choice but to give up repairing the Huyin Order and walked straight to the edge of the park. The edge of the park was still made of flesh walls, with inconspicuous yellow wooden doors embedded on it, which felt a little inconsistent.

The wooden door has been through vicissitudes of life, and the paint has peeled and wrinkled, and it has shrunk one by one. Ye Feibai just raised his hand and was about to knock on the door politely symbolically. As soon as his hand was lifted, an old sound came from inside. The sound was chaotic, like something blocked in his throat.

"Come in." The voice said.

Seeing that he had been discovered, hiding was useless, Ye Feibai gently pushed open the door, but the door was not fixed at all, and fell down directly. A dull sound hit Ye Feibai's heart, thinking that he had caused trouble.

But the old man had no words. There was only a heavy breathing like an oxygen cylinder in the dark air. Ye Feibai stepped on the heavy drum beat and moved forward step by step.

"Hello, you?" Ye Feibai moved forward in the dark, faintly, he felt that it seemed that tomorrow was getting better and tomorrow. Although it was not dawn during the day, he could barely see things clearly.

"It's been too long, too long." The old voice was as loud as a fucking spring, but it was extremely loud, like a 3D surround sound wrapped in. A sentence echoed in Ye Feibai's ears and could not dissipate.

"May I ask?" Ye Feibai just passed the corner and just finished speaking. Before the sound behind him was heard, he was stunned by everything in front of him.

A scene of bloody blood, countless blood-colored connection points crisscrossing, like a huge neural network, with an old man connected in the middle, his body as thin as a hair, and his skin was filled with various connecting pipes, which was shocking.

Underground is a huge pool of blood, with countless tentacles placed inside, conveying the essence of life to the old man and maintaining his life like a candle in the wind.

"You." Ye Feibai could not describe the scene in front of him, as surprised as seeing an alien, unable to explain and understand what was in front of him.

"It's strange, right, I think so too." The old man didn't blame him, and laughed dryly with his hoarse and blocked throat.

"Then are you now?" Ye Feibai originally wanted to ask if he was a ghost or a human, but he felt it was difficult to speak.

"You want to ask me if I'm dead or alive? I should have died, but I'm still alive." The old man's eyes were dim and his pupils had already spread. Logically, he was dead.

"I should have died the day these things invaded, but it didn't seem to want me to die, so it turned me into the current ghost." The old man seemed very sad: "You said I should thank it or hate it?"

"It makes you like this, do you still have to thank it?" Ye Feibai didn't understand the old man's meaning very much.

"I have cancer and I am not long since I live, but it has allowed me to live for seventy years. It is like a withered day." The old man raised his head. The open air in the stadium was originally closed by this huge organization, leaving only a little hole, allowing the sun to shine in, and relying on this hole, allowing the old man to see the sky outside.

"What's going on outside?" The old man's tone was kind, but he revealed a strong sense of death.

"You don't know? Are you just here?"

"I knew it when I could control it, but as you can see, I could no longer control it. He just treated my brain as a console for issuing commands. What it was about to do and what it did was not something I could understand." The old man was very disappointed and was placed here as a doll for seventy years.

"Who are the kids outside?"

"That was the first year that I saved the child. It seemed that his mother left him and ran away. She was reluctant to leave that room until the fire broke out that day and was burned to death. However, he was so resentful that he still didn't want to leave that place. I felt that I had the ability to save him, so I moved the whole room over." The old man recalled the past and seemed to remember the child freshly.

"Where is that beach, you moved the park?" Ye Feibai couldn't figure it out.

"That's just your hallucination. If you don't believe me, ask your companion. In her eyes, things must not be what you think." The only thing the old man could move was the part above his neck, and the others were stuck tightly. Now he could only express body language by shaking his head.

"Then why didn't you save him?" Ye Feibai felt that this was the key to whether a matter could make sense.

"I wanted to save him, but he was too resentful. No one could enter that room. His mother's soul had also come back. Unfortunately, she was blocked from the door. Later, I was bound by this thing and could no longer act. Don't talk about saving him." The old man was very sorry that he did not fulfill his promise.

Ye Feibai finally sorted out some things when he heard this, but he still didn't understand: "Why can we go in?"

"It's not you who can, it's you who can. As for why, I don't know. Maybe his resentment has dissipated." The old man still shook his head, not sure why.

It is impossible for resentment to dissipate. Ye Feibai has truly felt the substantial resentment outside. The reason can only be dug up in the future. Now there is the most important question in front of him.

"It also made the dust from the warm wind?" Ye Feibai said this and deliberately stared at the tentacles to divert the target.

"No, my ability is to absorb the essence of life from living things and turn it into your own use, so that dust may be someone else." The old man shook his head and said that he did not know the origin of the dust.

"Then can you let me go?" After asking, Ye Feibai finally got the point.

"Yes, but you have to do me a favor." The old man exhaled heavily, as if every sound was the last.

"What's the busy thing?" Ye Feibai suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Kill me."
Chapter completed!