At 1:48 a.m., an embarrassed figure suddenly appeared on the empty beach.

Ye Ling's eyes were blank, and the faces of Meng Qian and the old monk appeared in his mind from time to time, and his heart ached faintly, and finally his nose was sore, and tears couldn't stop flowing.

In addition to sadness, his heart was more self-blame.

Meng Qian was killed by Kaishan in order for him to escape smoothly and stay behind......

The old monk could have killed Kaishan, but because of his rash appearance, the old monk was also killed by Kaishan......

"If it weren't for this broken knife, how could they have died?" said Ye Ling, who angrily threw the scimitar on the beach.

Ye Ling's legs were faintly weak, and since he couldn't walk, he simply didn't leave, sitting on the edge of the beach and blowing the sea breeze.

The coolness of the sea breeze calmed him down a lot, and his gaze moved to the scimitar, no matter what, this is also something left by the old monk and Meng Qian, he can't leave it here, right?

Ye Ling picked up the scimitar, pulled out the blade and looked at it, he really couldn't understand, was this broken knife really worth Meng Qian's life?

He suddenly remembered what the old monk had said, this knife had a demagogic magic on it. He wondered, why hadn't he been bewitched by sorcery?

If he doesn't understand, he simply doesn't want to.

"The old monk didn't say a word and gave me the knife, it should be because of this. Ye Ling muttered, and then pushed the blade into the scabbard.

"Ye Ling. ”

An unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in Ye Ling's ears.

"Who?" Ye Ling hurriedly looked around, strangely, there was not even a ghost around him.

Auditory hallucinations?

In the next second, this unfamiliar voice sounded again: "Do you still want you to die because of you again?"

After Ye Ling listened carefully, he found that the voice seemed to be someone speaking in his ear, and to his surprise, there was no one around him.

"Who are you?" Ye Ling subconsciously alerted to the turmoil around him, after all, he had just escaped death, so it was better to be cautious.

Lin Zhishen. ”

A very short answer, Ye Ling had never heard of this name, but he was sure that the voice was in his ears, but why was there no one around him?

Is it the Invisible Man?

Ye Ling waved his hand around, but what he touched was air. He remembered the fist marks on Kaishan's face, so he speculated in his heart:

The invisible man is just like a chameleon, changing its color to blend in with its surroundings, and the sense of touch and the physical presence are still there. ’

That is, it is not the invisible man who speaks. ’

"How do you know my name?" Ye Ling asked again.

"I know more than just your name, hehe... Your father's name is Ye Ke, your sister's name is Ye Lan, and your mother's name is ......."

Lin Zhishen paused slightly, and then said, "Wu Qingyan, she died in a car accident, right?"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Ye Ling's eyes widened in surprise, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes were gloomy, and some not-so-good memories slowly appeared in his mind.

After the divine injury, Ye Ling came back to his senses, and the vigilance in his eyes became even stronger.

Maybe his background can be found out with a little investigation, but few people know the news of his mother's death, and the police also said that it was an accidental death and did not file it.

Therefore, the people who can find out this news are by no means ordinary people.

If Lin Zhishen is hostile to him, then it is difficult for him to be sure of the safety of his family, even if Wang Xinyan sends elite soldiers to protect him secretly, but who would want to live in fear in the rain of bullets?

"How do you know all this?" Ye Ling asked.

"Hmm......" Lin Zhishen pondered for a moment and said, "I live in your body, how could I not know?"

Ye Ling was at a loss, he suddenly remembered something, and asked, "You are the evil spirit living in my body?"

"Yes. ”

"What do you mean, you have been living in my body for ten years?" Ye Ling asked again.

"Yes. ”

Ye Ling gasped, he remembered that Wang Xinyan had said that after being possessed by an evil spirit, his lifespan would only be twenty years.

He had thought that the evil spirit would not possess him for more than a year, and he thought that he had nineteen years to live, so he was not overly nervous when he heard that he could only live for twenty years.

What he didn't expect was that this evil spirit actually lived in his body for ten years, that is, he only had ten years left to live.

This made it a little hard for him to accept.

"How does it feel to watch others die in front of you, but you can't do anything about it?" Lin Zhishen suddenly asked.

"What do you mean?" Ye Ling thought that Lin Zhishen was making fun of him, and suddenly frowned, displeased.

"Don't get me wrong, I just wanted to warn you that after joining the SH Special Squad, you will face more dangers. Do you still want to hide behind other people's backs and let others die for you?" Lin Zhishen said.

Ye Ling thought about it, what Lin Zhishen said was not unreasonable, and he didn't want this kind of thing to happen again, but what could he do?

With his ability, he can only be a cannon fodder when he is sent to the battlefield. He is not like a walking human machine gun like Xian Fan, and he does not have the ability to be as agile as Wang Xinyan, what can he use to fight against those who have unique skills?

"If I were immortal, I might be able to block two guns for others, but I'm not ......" Ye Ling sighed helplessly.

He paused, feeling that there seemed to be ambiguity in his words, and he hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to say that the power you gave me was wasted. ”

"What about the man named Meng Qian? He obviously doesn't have any special abilities, why would he pay the price of his life in order to keep you alive? In fact, to put it bluntly, you just don't dare to face death. ”

Lin Zhishen's words hit the nail on the head, and Ye Ling lowered his head in shame after hearing it.

Yes, he's just afraid of death, so why make so many excuses?

"Do you still want to continue to live like this?" Lin Zhishen asked.

Ye Ling shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Meng Qian's death brings you not only sadness, but also encouragement. If you keep standing still, then you will not only kill the people around you, but you will also kill yourself. ”

"You have to know how to use your strengths, not how to complain about your shortcomings, understand?" Lin Zhishen preached to Ye Ling.

Ye Ling lowered his head and was silent.

Thinking of Meng Qian, who gave his life to help him get the "Shenwu", and the old monk who had been guarding the "Shenwu" for thirty years, he was suddenly ashamed.

"I see. Ye Ling said.

"Do you know what to do now?" Lin Zhishen asked again.

"I want to be strong! I don't want to be a weak chicken all the time. Even if I'm not the protagonist, even if I'm just cannon fodder, I have to be a cannon fodder who can remember my name. Ye Ling raised his head, his eyes resolute.

"Hehe......"

Lin Zhishen smiled and continued, "It's almost time, when will the next time I talk to you?" ”

"What?" Ye Ling was dazed.

"Stop complaining and try to survive. Lin Zhishen didn't explain, he only left this sentence, and then let Ye Ling call without saying a word.

"Why is it that there is no sound after chatting?"

Ye Ling didn't think much about it, he began to think about how to correct his shortcomings.

His strength is that he is difficult to kill, and his weakness is that he is powerless, and his combat effectiveness is only five scum, and the tail of the crane.

"Spirits exercise their muscles four times faster than ordinary people. Ye Ling's eyes were thoughtful.

"If I train my strength to the point where Meng Qian does, then with my super recovery ability, I can consume and kill the enemy. Ye Ling felt that this was a good idea and could be adopted.

What's more, he also has a "Shenwu" that he doesn't know what special abilities he has, in order to keep this "Shenwu", Meng Qian and both of them lost their lives, that is to say, the weight of this "Shenwu" is far beyond his imagination, and it is very likely that it is a more anti-heaven ability.

Ye Ling's fighting spirit is high now, and the whole person is in good spirits, he thinks, he is idle anyway, it is better to exercise first.

So he walked around the woods and onto the reef.

"How do you exercise?" Ye Ling thought for a moment, "It's like working out in the gym usually, but there is no fitness equipment here, why don't you just use a simple and crude way?"

Ye Ling usually has a habit of exercising, but since he was promoted to team leader, he rarely finds time to go to the gym again.

…………

100 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, 200 squats......

After the task was completed, Ye Ling was already tired and sweating profusely, and he sat on the ground, even faintly feeling the urge not to get up.

Although he was tired, he felt a sense of fulfillment that he had not felt in a long time.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "I didn't expect you to be so diligent, and you are still exercising here at night, I thought you would be very negative." ”

Looking at the voice, Wang Xinyan didn't know when he appeared beside him.

"Why are you always elusive?" Ye Ling wondered, how could this woman always seem to be able to lock his location in real time?

Wang Xinyan smiled and did not explain.

"Is there something wrong?" Ye Ling asked.

"It's fine. Wang Xinyan threw away a white shirt and continued, "This is given to you by Xian Fan, and he said that this is to prevent you from being mistaken for a murderer. ”

Murderer?

Ye Ling looked down, indeed, if he swaggered into the hotel in this bloodstained clothes, I am afraid that he will be put on the head by several guns in the next second, and then handcuffed and arrested into the public security bureau.

He had to admit that Xian Fan was quite thoughtful.

He has changed his opinion of Xian Fan slightly, but he has already remembered that Xian Fan wanted to kill him, and he can't easily forget it, and he can't easily forgive Xian Fan.

"Thank you......" Ye Ling just wanted to thank him, but when he looked back, he found that Wang Xinyan was no longer there.

"Why does this person like to be elusive so much?" Ye Ling muttered, and then changed his clothes. In order to avoid misunderstandings caused by old clothes, he deliberately threw them into the sea.

After finishing the matter, he looked at the scimitar on the ground, and suddenly had an idea in his heart, saying that it was a prop, and this knife was made quite like a prop anyway.

Back at the hotel, the little sister at the front desk was really curious and stepped forward to ask about the scimitar in his hand, Ye Ling repeatedly emphasized that this was a prop, and the little sister at the front desk didn't ask much, but she felt that Ye Ling was very strange.

Back in the room, Ye Ling threw the scimitar in his hand, and because of the vigorous exercise he had just had, he fell asleep on the bed instantly.