"Then is he here to demonstrate?" Qin Ye stroked his phone thoughtfully and finally pressed the answer button.

Open hands-free.

No sound.

It's like connecting endless and deep hell.

Sudden silence.

Just twenty seconds later, there was a sound suddenly.

That's a drop of water.

The sound of water droplets falling from mid-air to the ground.

Tick... ticking... ticking... silence makes people feel bleed.

"Uh...uh uh uh..." At this moment, there were finally different voices on the other side of the phone, very faint, but continuous.

It was like a person who had been locked underground for decades and had not drunk water, constantly opening his mouth and breathing briefly, making a sound from his broken throat, as if passing through the glass residue.

"Bad reviews, dear." Qin Ye spoke: "Don't show this kind of ghost movies from the 1990s, low-end! I'm not talking about you, as a ghost of the new era, can you keep up with the times? Is it interesting to copy the voiceover of curse? Have you asked Miss Jiayako's copyright?"

"Don't..." A low and hoarse voice came from the other side of the phone, intermittently, like an old-fashioned recorder playing.

Qin Ye sneered: "Don't? Don't you? Now I'm afraid? Didn't you play very badly a few days ago?"

However, it was unheard of on the other side of the phone. The sound was hoarse at the same depressing frequency: "Please..."

"idle……"

"thing!"

Dou--After saying these words, the phone immediately hung up.

"You're so angry..." Qin Ye restrained his cynical expression on his face and looked at the Soul-Fengxian Fair on the table and said, "How is it?"

"The amount of information is very large." Arthas pondered for a moment before speaking: "First of all, you need to know the grading of a ghost. According to the grading of S to E, there are actually corresponding categories."

"Level E corresponds to ordinary souls, that is, natural spirits. D corresponds to resentful spirits. The obsession before death is too strong, and the soul condenses but does not dissipate after death. It becomes a resentful spirit. This kind of resentful spirit only has ordinary instincts."

"D corresponds to evil spirits. Evil spirits have the essence of invading human thoughts and affecting certain external objects. Once discovered, they must be eradicated. Moreover, they have a certain way of thinking, and their conversation is no different from humans."

"This ghost is speechless and is quite unsuccessful. It should not have evolved to a D-level evil spirit. With the correct academic name, it is either a pseudo-evil spirit or a vengeful spirit." Arthas said in a deep voice: "This shows that... she has never really mastered the fragment of the Yama Seal. Her strength will never be too strong. It is within your ability."

"No." Qin Ye gently stroked his phone, and said firmly for a few seconds: "It's certain."

"She didn't react at all in my sudden way of speaking, and her voice did not change. This shows that she had no consciousness at all. Her existence is obsession, and what she wants is the death of the Wang family. The others are not considered at all."

He frowned slightly, paused for a few seconds before continuing, "But... have you ever thought about it? She is not strong enough, but she dares to formally fight against Yin Chou, and can actually attack Wang Chenghao during the day. This is beyond the scope of a vengeful spirit."

Arthas suddenly fell silent. He spoke indifferently for a few seconds: "Do you know... a human is a very interesting creature."

"I really want to know that you knelt on Meng Po's slavery on the Naihe Bridge that day. The previous life was a slut, but now you are facing this obviously problematic ghost. Your thinking is like peeling off your cocoon. Which one is the real you?"

From the time the phone was connected to Qin Ye suddenly asked a question, it took only a few seconds, but the other party made the most correct choice. The seemingly nutritious question got the answer they wanted.

The other party’s true strength!

As soon as Qin Ye spoke, Alsace immediately understood his thoughts. An old man and an old ghost actually cooperated perfectly without any preview.

"... Please use the words accurately. What does it mean to be a slave kneel? It is called a tactical retreat." Qin Ye said angrily: "I want to be dependent too, but now I have nothing to be able to be dependent, then..."

Alsace: "No need to live with me?"

"No." Qin Ye said sadly: "You can jump over the wall in a hurry..."

The young man had a very accurate understanding of himself... Arthas felt it was reasonable for a moment and had no room for refutation.

"What are you going to do?"

Qin Ye sneered: "I originally wanted to solve the problem from the root and leave a way out for myself... But if Wang Chenghao never returns, there is nothing I can do."

"Kill it." He said coldly: "You dare to challenge the underworld, you really don't know how to live or die."

"... Should I be relieved? After you know her true strength, I suddenly became much more tough? I really don't adapt to the style of changing from Gintama to Dragon Ball..."

"...What do you know? This is called a tactical choice."

The weather today is very strange. Starting from three o'clock in the afternoon, the cloudless sky became gloomy.

Washing the la la... the wind gradually blew, and everyone could see that a heavy rain was coming soon.

At six o'clock, with a loud rumbling sound, the blue-white electric dragon in the sky that had become the bottom of the pot wandered. The entire ground was lightning and dark in the anger of thunder.

"Ha..." In the aftermath, the wooden door was pushed open silently, and an oil-paper umbrella slowly stretched out. Qin Ye was wearing a dark ghost uniform, the governor of hell, and Yu Fengmoshi, opened the door.

Huh! The storm of his robe instantly blew up. At six o'clock, I don't know if there are more and more supernatural incidents on the Internet, and the government did not intervene. After six o'clock, there was no trace of life in the entire county town. Only the dim street lights telling civilization.

This is the funeral street.

Hurry!

The heavy rain was pouring, and countless silver threads were between the sky and the earth. On the streets where people were supposed to be sparsely crowded, several people could occasionally float, including old and young. However, each person was blue and white, and there was only this color on his body.

A trace of smoke floated out from them from time to time. If you look closely, everyone's feet did not really touch the ground, like puppets, monotonously and repeatedly doing their life movements.

This is the soul, and it is also the natural spirit.

"Because of the empty space in the underworld, the soul has nowhere to go and floats around." Arthas whispered: "If there is no more consul in a place... the world will soon usher in a great collapse."

Qin Ye nodded slightly, and the rain connected to the edge of the oil-paper umbrella to form a water curtain. As Qin Ye walked further and further, wherever he passed, the floating natural spirits lay obediently on the ground like the emperor inspecting his ministers, trembling all over.

If you don’t have reason, you still have instinct.

Crash... The soul-catching rope on your waist sounded softly. Qin Ye narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of Haiyue Company: "Thunder is furious, the underworld door is open, how can you not die?"

It is related to my life and death in three days. I originally wanted to evolve peacefully, but now I cannot avoid it. Then... everyone has to sacrifice.

At the same time, in the Haiyue Company building, two blood-red eyes seemed to sense something, and looked at the funeral street in the thunderstorm.

"Uh...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Qin Ye walked slowly, and he saw the souls that were already flying everywhere in the county town. The underworld took people and retreated in vain. No soul dared to approach him, a real ghost messenger.

The county town was not big, so soon he walked to the door of Haiyue Company.

This is a five-story building, a conspicuous building in this county town. It should have been built in the 2000s, and some traces of time can be seen. At this moment, the door that should have been closed is silently opened, with dim lights inside, like the gate of hell.

"A ghost mess... didn't it come from hell?" Qin Ye walked in without stopping.

There was a big front desk inside, but unfortunately no one was there. Thunder flashed, illuminating the hall in black and white. Qin Ye walked to the elevator and pressed the button. The moment the door closed, the lights in the elevator flashed and completely went out. His eyes suddenly jumped.

Someone.

In the elevator that was originally empty, the elevator door that had just been closed reflected behind him... a woman with hair loose, head down, wearing a black dress and red high heels.

She stood quietly behind her shadow!

The blood-red eyes were staring at themselves in the light that suddenly went out under the loose hair.

The moment when light and darkness intersect.

Zla... What's strange is that the elevator is still going up. A strange sound sounded in the dark space.

"Uh...uh...uh uh..." It's right behind Qin Ye!

In the darkness, Qin Ye's hand had silently touched the hilt of the knife. His ears were as gentle as tigers, moving slowly, and his breathing had been suppressed to the lowest point.

One man and one ghost, listen to each other in the darkness.

Sand... A faint cold wind blew the hair on Qin Ye's neck, and at the same time, a sharp meteor suddenly flashed in the darkness.

That's a knife light.

The meteor flies jade bullets, and the sword falls in autumn frost.

The sound of pulling the sword and putting it off almost at the same time. The next second, with a shrill scream, the lights were lit up again, and only Qin Ye's figure remained in the elevator. The next second, the elevator suddenly opened.

The third floor.

He clearly pressed the fifth floor.

"Not only resist arrest, but also attack the police." A thunder flashed by, and Qin Ye pressed the handle of the knife and was illuminated by it: "Then... I'm not polite."

Before he finished speaking, the soul-catching rope around his waist rustled and instantly turned into more than a dozen iron chains and rushed into all directions.

The iron chains seemed to have no end. With a roar, all the doors, desks, and information cabinets on the third floor... were shattered in response to the sound! They were Qin Ye's eyes, and the hook claws at the end of the chains penetrated into the wall. In just ten seconds, countless chains lingered in stagger, dividing the entire first floor into countless areas.

White paper flutters all over the sky.

"Dingling..." Qin Ye's waist sounded softly, and there were no idea where the silver ringing sounds were around him, and the sea tide rushed.

"Escape." Arthas said lightly: "The strength is weaker than expected. It thought it could escape there? There are only five layers, blocking it layer by layer, and the thunder in the sky and earth outside. As long as it dares to go out, it will surely die."

Qin Ye did not answer, his pupils had already shined with white light.

The ghost kid is not very advanced, just like the village chief of the underworld. They do not have the magical powers like the impermanence and judge. In addition to the low-end magic weapon such as the ghost kid in their hands and the soul-grabbing rope at their waists, they rely on some benefits as civil servants in their underworld.

Tongyoutong is the most basic welfare. Everything in your eyes becomes black and white, and there is no way to hide. There is no difference between day and night for the evil people.

"Escape?" He pressed the hilt of the knife hard: "Yes... the body has escaped, so tell me, what is this?"
Chapter completed!