"What are you doing!?"

The boy couldn't believe it, and saw with his own eyes that I summoned an old, sleeve looking at the rusty and tattered Southern Fourteen, and he didn't know if he could shoot a bullet.

"What ...... you don't do"

I put the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, and randomly I had an expression that I would shoot if I said I would shoot, and the god babbled: "I hate others for deceiving me the most in my life, especially ghosts!" Anyone who has deceived me is going to die a miserable death! ”

"Now I'm giving you a chance to reorganize the language! You're telling me the truth...... What the hell are you doing! Or you're not wanting to say something! I'll look up three numbers, and if you don't say it, I'll shoot! Just see if the gun goes off and it's over! ”

I deliberately trembled my palms, the muzzle of the gun kept shaking on his forehead, and I was like an ADHD person, shouting, "One! ”

“……”

The boy never looked away from his face, and there was a madness in his eyes that was incomprehensible to the ghost, and he couldn't figure out my veins for a while. But don't talk nonsense! Now is not the time.

So he gritted his teeth and didn't speak.

"Two!"

When I saw his unyielding expression, I was sure in my heart that he had a secret and that there might be some conspiracy.

“……”

The boy gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, apparently ready to accept the second death, and refused to speak.

"Three!"

When I counted to three, I almost yelled out, and there was no superfluous action, so I pulled the trigger directly, since I didn't want to say it, I didn't have a chance to say it!

"Click...... Click......"

However, there was no blood splash as I imagined, but after the trigger was pulled, the shell was violently hit twice, causing a clicking sound, and the egg hurt and didn't shoot out of Sub D.

"Ahh

The boy was still screaming in fright, because it was not scary to accept death, it was the process of waiting for death that really scared people or ghosts.

Calling out his throat, the boy suddenly found that there was no imaginary pain, and the sound of the southern fourteen was flashing in his ears, and he was at a loss for what to do: "What's the situation?" ”

"Don't move!"

I flicked the bolt again, pushed him on the forehead again, and pulled the trigger: "Suffer death!" ”

"Click...... Click......"

There were still two jamming sounds, and the atmosphere of the scene was instantly embarrassing. As a result, the boy's eyes were not closed, and he looked at me directly: "What are you doing?" ”

"Don't push it! I don't know! ”

I pulled my neck and shouted, secretly scolding the system mother in my heart: Walter hair!? Is it really stuck? Can you give me some face? Threatening ghosts, okay?! I'm really shameless like this!

As the saying goes, again and again, again and again, the third time the gun will go off 100 percent!

I reset the bolt of the gun, put it back on his forehead, and made a promise: "If the gun doesn't go off again this time!" I'll let you go! ”

"Come on!!"

Maybe it's because the boy's psychological defense line has been hit short by my repeated failures, so I'm acting a little crazy now.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ”

I opened my mouth to see my throat clearly, shouting and shouting, and at the same time I pulled the trigger without believing in evil and not admitting defeat, hoping that the bullet would pierce his forehead.

"Click...... Click......"

It's the sound of a jam again.

I sat down on the ground, and I put down my arms helplessly, almost smashing Nanfang Fourteen in anger. And the words had to be realized, so he simply waved his hand at the boy: "You go, don't let me see you again in the future, otherwise it will definitely not be like tonight!" ”

"Oooh oh ......"

"Titicaca ......"

The boy quickly stood up, took out the key from his trouser pocket that could open the back door of the safe passage, found the keyhole of the back door on call, inserted the key to open the door lock.

Although the door opened, he didn't know why he didn't leave immediately. Seems to have deliberately waited for my next question.

"!"

I then cursed and took Southern-Fourteen back into the space backpack. I pretended to light a cigarette again, and the dark environment made it impossible for me to see the boy's every move, but it didn't prevent me from making sure that he wasn't gone, so I smiled and asked, "Am I handsome?" ”

"Very handsome!"

The boy hesitated for three seconds, then replied firmly.

I continued to smile and asked with the question of the cloud mountain fog cover: "There was a ghost who also said that I was handsome, and also said that I looked like a fairy!" ”

"It's a lot like that!"

The boy cherished words like gold and said succinctly.

"That ghost is weird, he has a physical body, and he keeps begging me to die. It's a like death at my hands, it's a rare honor. ”

In the oppressive and dark environment, only my cigarette butt was flickering, and after exhaling a puff of smoke, I looked a little lonely and said, "That ghost died in the end, I'll kill him." He personally handed me his heart and crushed it. ”

"Before he died, he begged me, saying that I would carve a spiritual table, and that I would have the opportunity to send it to the Difu and bury it next to the grave of the person he respected the most, even if it was a fallen leaf and returned to its roots. I promised him, and the spiritual seat was carved for him, and I sent him back when I had the chance. ”

The boy unconsciously held the doorknob, his fingers were so strong that he forcibly pulled out five finger prints from the doorknob, and finally turned into a long sigh silently: "It's good!" How good it is to return to the roots after death! Not like me...... I can't find my home! ”

"Huh...... There will be a family! ”

When I was running out of cigarettes, I threw away the cigarette butt and picked up a small red notebook on the ground: "Did you forget to take something?" ”

The boy resolutely opened the door, and when he walked out of the door, before closing the door, he suddenly said, "This thing is for you!" Xiao Gouzi's original intention has not changed...... But my original intention has changed, and I hope ...... Can you ...... well It must be good! ”

"Bang dang!"

He was gone, and the door was closed.

"King of Hatred, King of Hatred! What kind of person are you? ”

I stood up, put the small red notebook back into my space backpack, and went back to the ticket office the way I came.

Hit the beginning...... I really think he might be a Bloodskin Doll, because there are all kinds of indications that he is very similar to the Yuxiang Flesh Silk Bloodskin Doll I saw at the crossroads. But then I grabbed his wrist and made me change my mind.

His skin feels very similar to Gou Changzai, just like that.

So I began to suspect that his real identity was definitely not a simple suicide ghost or an ordinary Bloodskin Puppet.

It wasn't until I put Nanfang Fourteen against his forehead that he didn't resist, it was a picture of peace of mind and death, screaming and uneasy to the point that it was more like a disguise in front of me. still quietly shook off the yin card in his arms and fell to the ground.

It's like it's for me.

So I guess that Bajiu is inseparable from him and Gou Changzai is the same identity, and it is the name difference of the long-shattered Ruling Palace, and the level is definitely not low, at least equal to Gou Changzai.

It's not as good as Gou Chang, at least when Gou Chang met me for the first time, he didn't look like he was covered with scars and about to die.

What does he mean exactly?

I secretly speculated about various possibilities, but I never came up with a concrete one. Without a clue, he walked back to the old lady and the others.

"What are you doing here?"

The fat man saw at a glance that the hem of my jeans was infected with blood and turned crimson, thinking that I was going to play with someone, fighting to death.

"Didn't do anything......

I was in a low mood and didn't want to talk to them about these things, so I quickly changed the subject: "What's that...... What time is it, it's almost dawn! ”

Only when the day dawns and the system mother gives me the next system tasks and the clues needed, can I deduce everything down. Otherwise, it would be a bit of a struggle to rely on your own blind thinking. After all, playing with these scheming ghosts, I am far from being an opponent now.

"It's almost four o'clock."

Fang Fatzi looked at his watch with the help of the moonlight, and said: "It's not too late to dawn now, it is estimated that it will be bright before six o'clock." Where do we go next? ”

"Let's take a look first......"