Ming Chuan and Ying Lan cooperated with a successful blow, causing the "Ice Sculpture Man" to be seriously injured. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, the state of the "ice sculpture man" is obviously no longer able to continue strenuous activities, otherwise if he is not careful, he does not need to make a move at all, and his head will fall off his neck by itself.

Just when the "Ice Sculptor Man" was a little stunned, Ying Lan struck again, and his body in mid-air changed shape like a pitch-black python, with a curl of its tail and wrapped around the opponent's arm, and then twisted it hard, and the opponent's entire arm shattered into pieces of ice, fell to the ground, and vaporized into a cloud of white mist.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan took out the rune paper as if he was making persistent efforts, but at this time, the body of the "ice sculpture man" changed.

Then they heard a "poof", as if by magic, and the man standing in front of them disappeared out of thin air, and his black clothes fell to the ground empty.

Immediately after, a puff of white smoke rose from the place where the "Ice Sculptor Man" was standing, gathering in midair.

"Want to run?" Ming Chuan sneered when he saw this, stretched out his right arm, and Jingling appeared in his palm again.

As the bell rang, white light lit up around the room, and the runes that Mingchuan had originally arranged in the four corners were activated, forming a magic circle similar to an enchantment, enclosing the entire ward in it.

Compared with before, Ming Chuan is much more proficient in the control of power and the use of magic circles, and this magic circle is the one he used most often before, so it is more convenient to use. The white mist floated around in mid-air, and there was no gap to escape.

After a moment's pause, the White Mist turned his attention to the other three people present, trying to possess him again in order to escape the predicament.

Since there was also a small enchantment circle in front of the bed, the white mist had no choice but to rush towards the nurse.

Ming Chuan had already taken precautions against the other party's move, and had already come to the nurse's side, blocking between them.

Seeing the white mist rushing in, Ming Chuan shook the net bell in his hand, and the bell caused the surrounding air to vibrate, producing ripples in circles.

The white mist stopped in the midst of this shock.

Ying Lan took this opportunity to fly behind the other party, and her pitch-black body swelled violently, turning into a huge black curtain, enveloping the white mist.

After successfully enveloping the white mist, Shadow Lan fell to the ground along with the white mist.

The white mist was still struggling, and Ying Lan, who was suppressing the other party, seemed to be a little impatient, and made a "hmm" sound, the four corners of the "black cloth" were flexibly aligned in the center, and the two were tied together in pairs, and finally a bow was tied together, and finally it became a beautiful black baggage, and the furoshiki skin was still convex and twisted outward, and the things that were obviously wrapped in it were still struggling.

Seeing this, Ming Chuan knew that the "ice sculpture man" would not be able to break free from the shackles of Yinglan, so he sat back in the chair with confidence, crossed Erlang's legs, and admired the other party's dying struggle for a while, looking at the black ball-like burden that bounced on the ground, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

It wasn't until the other party was tired of jumping and stopped that Ming Chuan said lightly: "Say, who are you, why do you want to kill these children, if you answer my question honestly, I can consider sparing you from death." ”

The black baggage paused on the ground for a moment, and then a cold voice came from inside the baggage skin: "I have already said before, I need ghost qi. ”

"Why do you need such a large amount of ghost energy?" Ming Chuan didn't understand.

"Evolution. The other party coldly spit out these two words.

When Ming Chuan heard this, he was slightly stunned, and then understood what was going on.

"I see, you're about to become a 'weird', no wonder it's much more powerful than ordinary ghosts. "It seems that this guy is in the critical period of evolving from a third-stage ghost to a "monster".

Different from the transformation of the previous stages, the transformation from the third stage to the fourth stage means the transformation from "terrible ghosts" to "monsters", which is a qualitative change, and the energy required will be higher than the sum of the previous changes. It's understandable that he would need such a large amount of ghostly energy.

"Next question, why do you want to possess other humans?" This is also what has always puzzled him, this guy has been able to condense the entity, and he can kill people on his own, so there is no need to be so troublesome.

"Killed by humans, ghosts will not be tainted with the filth of ghosts. The "Ice Sculpture Man" seems to be very honest, although his voice is a little cold, but he answers Ming Chuan's questions very calmly.

"Huh, is there such a thing?" Ming Chuan was completely stunned after hearing this, feeling that this guy would do such a troublesome thing completely for the soul of the victim?

He set his eyes on Shadow Lan, who had turned into a furoshiki, and wanted it to verify the other party's claim.

Shadow Lan was stunned, and it didn't seem clear that there was such a thing.

Ming Chuan also didn't know that there was such a thing, he had purified a lot of ghosts over the years, and he didn't see the difference between ghosts killed by powerful ghosts and ghosts killed by humans.

"Who told you this?" Ming Chuan felt that this "ice sculpture man" didn't look like he was lying, and there must be some reason for thinking so.

Hearing this question, the "ice sculpture man" was silent.

Ming Chuan narrowed his eyes when he saw this, and didn't ask too much pressure on this question, and changed the question casually: "Since you think so much about the victims you killed, have you ever thought about what will happen to those who are possessed by you?"

"They don't die. The "Ice Sculpture Man" replied coldly.

This guy's logic is really different from ordinary people, could it be that after being a ghost for a long time, the way of thinking of human beings will also change?

"They will not die directly, but they will be sentenced to death for the felony of homicide, and the end result will be death as well. Ming Chuan said lightly.

The white mist in the baggage of "......" fell silent, as if he had not considered such an outcome at all.

"Let's not talk about the people you possess. Mingchuan continued, "The children you killed were all fifteen or sixteen-year-olds, have you thought about their families, and how should the parents of those children face such sudden pain?"

"......" The other party still chose to be silent, and after a while, he said in a deep voice, "I can't care so much about the affairs of the living. ”

Although the other party's voice was still cold, Ming Chuan keenly heard the guilt contained in it, as well as the faint pain.

Will this guy be miserable for killing?

Ming Chuan once again confirmed his previous guess.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, pulled one out with one hand, lit it, took a puff, and gestured to Yinglan.

The furoshiki, which had been tied into a bow, twisted a few times and then untied itself, and the white mist wrapped in it lost its restraint and floated in mid-air. (To be continued.) )