In this world, there are many hidden things or secrets. Someone once said: Myths and legends come from life.

Who's to say it isn't?

Humans refer to those strange events that are unknown to the public as supernatural events, which are simply haunted events.

As most people think, there are people, ghosts, Buddhas, angels and gods in this world, and since there are them, of course, the existence of God is indispensable, and of course the existence of the creator God is indispensable.

It has now entered the evening in Longhai City, and most of the entertainment venues have become lively.

But on a certain trail, it seems out of place.

Only a few street lamps flickered on the dark path, and occasionally a few eerie cat meows rang out.

When the cold wind blows, the weeds on the side of the road will also "rustle"

sounds.

People tend to be very sensitive to weird things, so occasionally a few passers-by are all wrapped up in clothes and speed up their steps to get out of here quickly.

At midnight, the air smelled of blood, the street lights flickered, but no pedestrians were seen passing by.

Nothing to say all night...... The next day, all sides of the trail were sealed.

There were also policemen walking around and talking about something.

The perimeter was also surrounded by people, and the "dead man" was faintly heard

, "Last Night"

, "Blood"

, "Corpse"

These words.

A 5 or 6-year-old boy was stunned when he passed by.

He lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and his ice-blue eyes glowed strangely in the sunlight.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he turned away from there.

It's another night, and the trail is still being sealed.

But the police are long gone, and after the death of last night, this already secluded path is even more empty.

The boy of the day reappeared, and in the darkness it was impossible to see the expression on his face.

The boy walked over to a street lamp and stopped, his ice-blue eyes glowing with cold.

"Shadow ghosts, medium monsters, have spiritual intelligence, feed on sucking human souls, the victims will be disguised as too much blood loss and die, and they will hide in the shadows of humans or objects and animals on weekdays, so why are you harming people here, why are there shadow ghosts here, or should I call you the king of 'abug' shadow ghosts." ”

“……”

“…… I don't like to talk to myself. ”

The boy's tone was still light, but the surrounding environment changed.

The weeds on the side of the road grew wildly, and the tips of the grass condensed into spears and stabs, and went straight to the boy's vital points.

"Little ghost, you're the demon slayer of the human race."

A voice came from inside the lamp.

“……”

The boy raised an eyebrow, not admitting or denying it.

Just looked at the street lamp so faintly, and didn't pay any attention to those extremely hard spears.

"Say, how did you know I was an abug, the king of shadow ghosts."

There was a hint of anger and impatience in the voice of the streetlamp, and it looked like I would stab you to death if you didn't say anything.

"Heh, ordinary shadow ghosts can only suck shadows, only abug, the king of shadow ghosts can suck souls."

The boy's tone was still flat, so flat that people couldn't hear the slightest ups and downs.

"You're tempting me, damned, despicable human."

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