Chapter 22: The Dead

Yang Ming looked at the ceiling with confused eyes. Thinking back to the scene just now, I couldn't come back to my senses for a long time.

"I ......"

Yang Ming opened his mouth and slowly stretched out his hands in front of him tremblingly.

"Is it really wrong?"

"Alive......"

Yang Ming muttered to himself.

Do I really not like my current life? So why don't I rebel?

Isn't being carefree and not causing trouble on my own exactly what I want to live? So why can't I be happy? Am I really ......

"I ...... Do you really not like it?"

Yang Ming finally felt lost at this moment.

Did I dream of living my current life when I was a child? If not...... That...... What kind of life is it?

"...... as a child"

"Well, who remembers. ”

Yang Ming sighed silently.

Aren't I living a good life now?

Yang Ming suddenly thought of some people.

All day long flirting with his cheerful brother Li Yiran.

Fang Mumei, who treats herself like her own child.

Sister Lin Chuxue, who smiled sweetly.

……

"They ......"

Yang Ming closed his eyes again.

"Whew!"

"Why do you want to go for a walk?!Go for a walk!"

Yang Ming disturbed his hair with his hands and exhaled deeply.

Yang Ming got up from the bed and glanced at the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"It's nine o'clock? I've been meditating for three hours? So long? How do I feel for a few minutes?"

Yang Ming frowned without thinking.

"Forget it, let's go for a walk!"

As soon as I decided, I picked up the key on the table and opened the door and went out.

"Whew, whew!"

It is summer, and the cool wind blows constantly at night, and the branches of the trees are constantly swaying, like happy children playing.

There are also many people on the street who come out to shop, couples, family, friends, etc., each doing what they want to do, seeing this scene, Yang Ming's mood gradually calmed down, and his troubles gradually disappeared.

Really, going out for a walk when you are troubled still has a great effect, although it can't solve the problem, but at least it can calm your impetuous heart.

Yang Ming put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked slowly.

Suddenly, Yang Ming noticed a child playing in the sand.

Yang Ming stopped and watched the child keep piling up the sand in a castle.

"...... as a child"

Yang Ming slowly recalled.

"What did I want to be, what did I want to live?"

“……”

After asking himself, Yang Ming couldn't get an answer.

Am I so lost? Am I so decadent?

Scold!

Yang Ming took a deep breath and exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath fiercely. Close your eyes slightly and feel the touch of nature.

Suddenly!

Yang Ming opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were sharp, and his eyes were constantly looking around.

Yang Ming suddenly felt an evil intent, this was Yang Ming's instinctive feeling, and he felt threatened.

Although Yang Ming looked around, his movements were not so big, and there was nothing unusual on the surface.

"There!"

Finally, Yang Ming discovered where the evil intent was, and his eyes quickly drifted in the direction of the feeling.

Looking in the crowd, his eyes were very serious, and Yang Ming wanted to use this to find the evil intention.

"Found it! It's the man!"

Yang Ming's eyes lit up, and he found the source of the evil intention, and if he looked closely, it was on the tall man with black sunglasses in the crowd.

That man makes people feel like a tall ordinary person, and in this era, it is common to wear sunglasses, for example, many people wear sunglasses now.

But Yang Ming knew that the man was not simple, because Yang Ming had found that he had an abnormal sixth sense since he was a child, and he could always detect those weird feelings.

If Yang Ming didn't have that sixth sense, then he wouldn't be able to detect the evil intent in that man at all.

Finding the source, Yang Ming immediately used the probing skill.

"Probe!"

No. 192

Gender: Male

Strength: Late 1st Order

Type: Dead Soldier

“？！！”

Looking at the results of the investigation, Yang Ming's eyes widened.

"Dead man? What is this? Is there this thing in this world?"

"And ...... Someone's name is No. 192? ”

Yang Ming complained slightly, and then stared at it.

"Late First Order...... I probably won't be able to beat it. ”

Yang Ming glanced at his strength and was a little surprised.

"I ...... It's actually the peak of the early stage of the first order?After meditating, the harvest is so great?!"

"But I can't beat it. And...... Why do I care so much, what does it have to do with me when other people are weird?"

As if having figured it out, Yang Ming shrugged his shoulders, ignored the dead man, and continued his walk.

Soon, Yang Ming found that someone was following him.

Yang Ming frowned, he hated this feeling, but Yang Ming didn't make any other movements, pretending that he didn't know anything and continued walking.

Unconsciously, Yang Ming had already walked to an alley where few people passed, and then turned a corner.

The person who was following Yang Ming also turned around soon after, and Yang Ming, who was holding his feet between the two houses, looked at the person below, a little shocked.

"Why is he following me?"

Yang Ming condensed his eyes, looked at the dead man looking left and right, looking for Yang Ming, and then walked straight until Yang Ming turned and couldn't see.

Yang Ming jumped down lightly, looking at the direction in which the dead man left, a little puzzled.

Why did that guy follow me? Did he find me? It doesn't make sense, I was still a little far away from him, he was so responsive?

No way!

The more Yang Ming thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

Did he target me in the first place? But what did I attract him?

Yang Ming frowned, trying to clear his mind.

However......

Yang Ming suddenly felt the breath of death, couldn't help but condense his eyes, and subconsciously rolled forward at a super fast speed.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Yang Ming's floor just now shattered instantly, and Yang Ming quickly turned around to look.

The dead man's fists hammered on the ground where Yang Ming was just now, and the floor was torn apart like a spider's web, splashing countless dirt chips.

The dead man was expressionless, silently staring at Yang Ming in front of him, and his mouth opened slowly.

"Obliterate!"

“？！！”