In the blink of an eye, these people I looked very familiar with walked in front of the office again.

Pedestrians pass in front of the office without any problem.

But the problem is that now these people are walking over and over again, swaying in front of the office one by one.

This situation is undoubtedly very abnormal.

Who would be a normal person wandering around someone's house early in the morning, and over and over again, and looking in the direction of the office with malicious eyes.

Through the window next to the black wooden door, I could see the strange gazes of these people as they glanced towards the door of the office as I sipped on the soy milk with a straw.

It's as if they deliberately want people to see it, but at the same time, they are a little hesitant to hide it yet.

The desire to cover up is a clear indication of their current posture.

I didn't look at it right now.

I just don't mean much, the news on the web these days is often the news that someone is breathing fire in the street, or lifting a car inside.

But it must be mentioned that in the past, these messages would be deleted, but this is not the case now.

I closed the page, carried a plastic bag of soy milk, pulled on my slippers and walked out, so to speak, the demeanor of a little master was gone.

I didn't need any of that, I just had to be comfortable anyway.

With a creak, the door opened to the left and right, and I leaned against the edge of the door frame alone, looking out onto the path with a playful smile.

At a glance, I saw at least a dozen people.

None of these people looked any different, no different from the people who lived in the city.

But I can see that although they have not changed on the surface, the presence that governs their actions is no longer themselves, but a gray-black mist.

It may not be appropriate to describe it as fog, because these are ghosts.

The ghost upper body has been said since ancient times.

Of course, most of what people see today are patients with some kind of mental illness, not demon-possessed.

Now these people are being taken by ghosts.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be playing in circles outside the office in a good way.

When I found out, these ghosts are not angry.

Or rather, they themselves wanted me to discover their existence.

In this way, it is more in tune with their hearts.

I didn't say anything, I didn't pay attention to them, I just watched them drink soy milk.

Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, these guys have already been discovered by me, and it is naturally impossible to run away.

I refused to move, and the ghosts on the road were not idle, continuing their performance.

Just looking at their selflessness and dedication when performing, it should be worthy of recognition.

But after a while, the patience of these guys was exhausted.

After becoming a ghost creature and opening the cultivation of the ghost path, the yang energy brought to them was not only an increase in strength, but also a kind of tribulation, which would make them stronger in the midst of pain and suffering.

Being in pain all the time makes some ghosts who have not lost their minds become more and more extreme.

The personality is getting more and more irritable.

In this way, the endurance is naturally not very good, even if they know in advance that there is an office here, and there are people in it who are very difficult to mess with.

I just want to see what tricks they have up their sleeve, but I can't ignore what happened to these people in front of me.

Because of this, in the face of the ghosts that came to me at the same time, I didn't kill them directly, but grabbed all these ghosts out of the bodies of the living.

This process is not difficult, basically there are several at once.

I've repeated this thing over and over again for I don't know how many times, so practice makes perfect.

I took out a hocust gourd, and suddenly remembered that the gourd was already full, and even if it was aimed at the soul, it was impossible to stuff it endlessly.

I still have a few similar magic weapons on my body, and they are all filled with the souls of the former disciples of the Royal Beast Sect.

I don't know why, it's past the agreed day, but Ma Mian didn't come to me.

Of course, I also understand the horse-faced ghosts and gods, it is said that during this time, the Netherworld is at war with the surrounding ghost king forces.

The territory of the underworld is indeed constantly expanding, and if there is a soul, there will be a little space.

But how can others sleep soundly beside the couch?

As for the power of the underworld itself, it is constantly expanding, and the couch is getting bigger and bigger, and the ghost kings who were anxious to get close to the underworld earlier can only admit that they are unlucky, or they will run away, anyway, no ghost thing has ever reached the border.

Otherwise, the army formed with the ghosts will start to meet the battle, and then they can only be ruthlessly cleaned up, and they may not even be able to run.

Ma Mian shouldn't have had time to come over lately.

I clasped more than a dozen ghosts in the palm of my hand when an empty vermilion vial popped out.

The mouth of the bottle was very thin, but I threw all these things into it.

There's no way these guys are going to come to me for no reason.

Technically speaking, though, they haven't given me any trouble yet...

In short, these ghosts must be controlled by some being.

I thought to myself, and put away the scarlet vial, and looked at the pedestrians lying on the ground.

These people have met with nothing but unwarranted.

Being put on by a ghost is not fatal, but it will cause some illness after a long time.

But mortal injuries while possessed are a different matter.

I looked, and none of these people died, they were all still alive.

I wanted to wake them up, but as soon as I picked up a man, I noticed that there was an intricate mark on his wrist hanging from the ground.

The imprint is dark cyan with an alluring aroma.

The pattern of the sigil itself resembles a snake-shaped text twisted together, and from my point of view, I can't tell what it is trying to say.

I hurriedly dragged another person nearby with me.

If you look closely, sure enough, there is the same mark on the person's wrist.

Not only one or two people, but also twenty-five people lying on the ground who had not woken up, all had the same mark on their wrists.

This kind of mark can be erased with a single rub, so it doesn't look like they got it themselves.

Or rather, they didn't really get it.

At this time, I suddenly remembered something.

That is, I didn't notice these people before, and I didn't realize the fact that they were possessed, and when I came out and met them face to face, I found them when I looked closely.

With my cultivation, it is unlikely that such a thing would have happened if there were no factors mixed in with it.

As I thought, I reached out and wiped a mark off a person.

When these marks were gone, the unconscious people on the ground had a tendency to wake up at the same time.

Still, I informed the Strange Office in advance.

(End of chapter)