A few minutes ago.

Wuxin sat on the chair raised by her backpack, and the notebook in front of her was at her disposal. Theoretically, all the concepts of "lines" can be manipulated by her, and mouse lines are no exception. So she doesn't need to stretch out her short arm to touch a mouse that's bigger than her waist.

is different from Zhang Luo's guess, although she has a hard time reading simplified Longwen, this old antique is still literate and knows a lot. Although Sang Wen didn't know him, he could understand it, how could those hostile guys of the White Lotus Songshan Branch issue orders in dragon language. Compared to the owner who signed a contract with her - without subtitles, that guy can only understand romance action movies so far - is much more powerful.

But with the gradual exploration of the online world on the notebook, I have gradually understood the world. An outlier who can understand the world, an outlier who has killed humans for hundreds of years, and those who like to shout that non-our race must have different hearts will probably want to beat Zhang Luo to death.

Wuxin can't speak, she's just a puppet, but she can make people understand, similar to the exchange of ideas, I don't know how much more advanced than humans. To some extent, supernatural events are high-dimensional ghosts fighting low-dimensional people.

Humans can't fight if they don't open and hang.

But even so, she rarely "communicates" with Zhang Luo.

In Zhang Luo's eyes, this little puppet is more withdrawn than himself, and he has a feeling of loneliness and self-appreciation. Sometimes I feel that she is very pitiful, and she spends countless springs and autumns silently, just like the name she gave.

Heartlessness, like a stone, is a dead thing.

For this puppet ghost, Zhang Luo felt that he could convince her at the beginning, and it was probably just that this little guy wanted to stay in a different place. Or maybe she's tired of killing, does she really want a "heart"?

Who knows what the ghost thinks?

As long as you can follow orders and do things well, it doesn't matter what happens.

Wuxin doesn't actually think there's anything wrong with killing, but the difference is that the ghost has a killing heart, and she doesn't. This is a sign that a ghost can grow, but for more than a hundred years, Wuxin has been a powerful ghost. She killed countless people, but she didn't have a heart.

Wanting the heart, whether it is the human heart or the ghost heart.

Zhang Luo gave that promise, so she came over. For Wuxin, even if he deceived himself, he would have to wait for a hundred years at most.

Time doesn't mean much, that's why she cares.

If Zhang Luo knew what she was thinking, he would probably have a strange face.

Isn't shame a heart? Cut, just three nothing, this attribute is two-dimensional play rotten.

But do ghosts have shame? The authenticity is indeed questionable.

In the notebook, I unintentionally saw countless wars, deaths, and various incomprehensible human social movements in the past two hundred years, and watched anime by the way. That's right, it's still a house ghost, in every sense.

Zhang Luo didn't pay much attention to her, although this ghost didn't look like a serious ghost, and the notebook had been wrapped by her.

At this time, the door rang, and Zhang Luo ran to open it.

Unintentionally, she felt a movement somewhere, very suddenly, which made her a little concerned.

As a ghost, he can naturally feel the traces of the supernatural passage. If it's just like an ordinary passerby, it may be difficult for you to pay attention to it, but at most glance at it. But if a person suddenly appears not far away from your gaze, it will naturally attract your attention.

Intrigued, she decided to check it out.

She disappeared in an instant, leaving the netherworld.

In the black and white world, a small puppet dressed in palace clothes disappears from a black window and reappears from another window to enter reality. But as soon as he came out, he suddenly made a jump dodge.

"Poof——! A splash of black and smelly blood squirmed as if there was life in the original foothold of the little puppet, but it didn't seem to have done anything.

Wuxin is a rare hundred-year-old ghost, whether it is against people or ghosts, he has a lot of combat experience.

But Wuxin didn't have a chance to fight back, and the tall twisted humanoid slapped him.

"Hee-hee......" There was also a ghost laughing wildly in the shadows.

Countless shadows swarmed up like hungry wolves.

The little puppet was unintentional and unmoved, and the silk thread hidden under the skirt burst out, and the twisted tall ghost was cut into several pieces, and the laughing ghost in the darkness instantly closed his mouth. The black, smelly blood was being sucked out, and the silk threads were slowly dyed red.

Unintentionally sure, there is only a group of fierce spirits here.

But no, it shouldn't be a ferocious spirit.

She looked up, and the puppet's face did not waver in the slightest.

Countless dark green lights lit up in the darkness, and this place had fallen into the realm of a ghost.

Wuxin feels a little tricky at this point.

Ghosts with ghost domains start at the ghost level, and ghosts don't necessarily have ghost domains, but there must be ghost domains at the calamity level, and the culprits without ghost domains can't rise to calamity. The ghost domain can connect the netherworld and reality, and the ghosts in their own ghost domain naturally suppress the rules of other ghosts.

Ordinary people who strayed into the ghost realm would surely die, unless there was a collision between the supernatural.

Before, Highway 13 was a ghost domain.,And the skinning ghost also began to establish its own ghost domain in the big ghost domain of Liugu School Park.,That is, that infirmary.。 Zhang Luo was almost planted in the hands of that coke ghost, also because its ghost domain was already very mature, if it weren't for Qiao Xi, he wouldn't have been able to break it at all.

Zhang Luo doesn't know much about these, but as an antique that has been mixed in the world for a hundred years, he still knows about these things.

Because he was dragged by a fierce spirit, he was taken to the ghost realm, and he didn't look cautious or scared. Her silk threads swept around her, and the shadows dissipated.

The faint green light fluttered, getting brighter and brighter, and it was actually a ghost lamp carried by a group of rotting corpses, and the candles inside were white. The burning green light was cold and eerie.

Suppression, forced relegation, this is the second time she has experienced this situation.

The countless shadows left by the rotting corpses under the illumination of the ghost lamp are struggling and breaking free!

The faint green light shone on Wuxin's face, and her shadow began to struggle, but it was instantly suppressed.

Countless shadows swarmed up, unintentionally raising their arms. Her arms began to light up like burning wood.

A sharp roar resounded through this ghost territory!

At this time, inside the hotel room.

Bai Su was really scared enough, she was a person who didn't want to cause trouble to others, but Zhang Luo was different. She likes to rely on this without scruples.

However, the girl raised her head from Zhang Luo's arms with tears wiped under her reserve, and her beautiful eyebrows and eyes were pitiful: "Brother Luo, it's my fault, it's too useless to be scared like this." ”

Women's weakness is always the most able to stimulate men's desire to protect, and Zhang Luo is no exception: "Don't be strong in everything, there is no room for mistakes in supernatural things, otherwise the consequences are unimaginable, there is no shame in hiding behind others when you should be afraid, and it is also quick to run away." Ordinary people must have the consciousness of ordinary people, who is not born and raised by their parents? ”

"What about you, Brother Luo? You're not Aunt Li's flesh and blood yet? Bai Su couldn't help but retort with a crying voice, "I want to help you!" ”

"Someone has to protect you behind you," Zhang Luo picked up Bai Su Heng in an exclamation, "I am a man of destiny, and if I can't dodge, I can only rush forward." ”

Zhang Luo also has some experience of how heavy a person is, although Bai Su is only 14 years old, but the weight is not light. Fortunately, Zhang Luo has the skill to hug girls - phew, scumbag - otherwise it will be embarrassing to hold his waist in front of Akiyama tomorrow.

The disheveled Bai Su grabbed Zhang Luo's yukata a little nervously, and he didn't care about hiding the delicate snow white under his collarbone - although there was nothing, he didn't dare to struggle, for fear of falling.

Zhang Luo put her on the bed steadily, leaned over to look at her and smiled: "Susu, don't cry, don't say anything weird, stay here for one night tonight." With me in charge, afraid of a hair? What about the girl who dared to call people in the netherworld before? ”

The two of them almost touched the tip of their noses, Bai Su felt his breath, he was already dizzy, his eyes were all circled, his brain was stopped, and his whole body was sore. If Zhang Luo stripped her like this, it is estimated that there would be no resistance, and she was stunned like a nerd.

Fortunately, Zhang Luo has self-control, and what is true to the 14-year-old girl...... I'm afraid this book is a pill.

Zhang Luo got up for a while before Bai Su reacted, and the girl blinked, as if she had just turned on the phone.

But he has no interest in continuing to tease his favorite little girl.

Wuxin came back, and a puppet's arm was torn off, apparently badly.

Zhang Luo picked up the little puppet that crawled in from the windowsill, and the originally good-looking palace clothes were already soaked, and his hair was unkempt, obviously white.

He stroked the broken stubble of the fabric on the unintentional broken arm with some pity, and then his eyes became cold, and he muttered: "Really, someone dares to hit my ambush." White candle, grade pressed. ...... other side"

He suspected that Xia Zisu had failed, or that he had changed his position, and as for whether it had been made rbq, Zhang Luo was not interested in knowing.

"It seems that I have to do it myself, that Bichi can't be trusted." Zhang Luo frowned, but his strength was not enough.

The other side must have known that Wuxin was the trump card in his hand, so he lured Wuxin into an ambush so that he could lose his biggest reliance.

Although he is back, he must have been injured a lot, and his own strength has been greatly damaged.

"Don't let me know where you are, or catch it and stuff dozens of rainy night calamity ghosts into your base."

"I want to get the unintentional real body quickly, and I can't make up for the lack of arms and legs." Zhang Luo was awe-inspiring, he felt that it was time to fulfill his promise to Wuxin and deal with the White Lotus Sect. In fact, with Zhang Luo's caution, he had already explored the White Lotus Sect's station several times in the periphery.

But not now.

He didn't know what kind of attitude the White Lotus Sect had towards the unintentional disappearance, but the White Lotus pot of porridge would still need to be boiled for a few days. The icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow, not to mention that if you want to achieve the goal of cracking down on certain political forces, you also need this kind of delay.

"Wait, that stupid lady doesn't have to have an accident." Zhang Luo then thought of picking up his mobile phone and asking for a question.

Just patronized to comfort Bai Su, completely forgot about the nearby Akiyama. It can also be thought that the ghost was just trying to drag Zhang Luo from supporting Akiyama, but Zhang Luo didn't think about it at all.