Silence has temporarily stored the Hammer of Exploration and the Empty Glove of Magic in his personal storage for future use. Then, under Nannan's resentful eyes, he walked straight to the computer, sat on the gaming chair with ease, and displayed his mimicry ability, projecting his consciousness into the server with the blessing of the weapon.

It was still a bizarre sci-fi scene, with colorful streamers wrapped in silence, and soon came to the infinite world of aura that belonged to him and Ling'er.

Shen Mo saw Ling'er floating in mid-air at a glance, she was still constantly urging her ghost qi to refine the chaotic space around her, beckoning to say hello to Ling'er, connecting the dots under her feet, jumping forward, and landing beside Ling'er, and immediately, he urged the power of the Heavenly Demon Realm, holding hands with Ling'er, shoulder to shoulder, refining this chaos.

Happy time always passes quickly, and so does refining time. There was no word all night, and by the time Shen Mo opened his eyes again, it was already five o'clock in the morning of the next day.

He woke up Ling'er beside him, said goodbye, and was about to withdraw his consciousness back to his body, but just as his consciousness was shuttling with the streamer, an abnormal data stream fluctuation caught his attention.

It was a stream of data that flashed past him, and unlike other serious data streams, it was particularly unorthodox, especially the faint ghostly aura, which made Shen Mo aware of the abnormality.

Shen Mo stopped, hesitated for a few breaths, and immediately turned around, looking for the improper stream of data to follow.

Shao Ting'er, silent consciousness came to a server port, and its IP address should be a home version user.

Shen Mo was a little surprised, but he still hid his breath and climbed into the camera of the other party's computer along the other party's data cable.

Airplanes! The current flows, the camera flickers a faint red light in a static place, and the focus of the lens shifts in darkness and depth, grabbing everything in the room.

Hiss! Shen Mo couldn't help but gasp, because under his spiritual perception, he actually saw seven or eight lonely ghosts standing densely in the twenty-square-sized bedroom, they were either girls, or old people, or prime, or old aunts, all of different ages, the only common feature was that they were all confused at the moment, as if they were bound here by something.

Silent became more and more surprised in his heart, counting carefully, a total of eight lonely souls and wild ghosts, looking at their deaths, they definitely did not die together, their deaths were different.

Then here's the problem! Who is using the Internet to collect lonely ghosts? And what is his purpose?!

Shen Mo had questions, looked at it again, and saw that the familiar ghost aura gradually emerged, he was about his early twenties, and there was nothing unusual about him, but the ghost qi on his body was pure, and the energy was huge, not weaker than Ling'er at all, and even had the past.

I saw him wander among the eight lonely ghosts, and they stopped beside them for a long time, as if listening to something.

Shen Mo frowned slightly, and with a hint of consciousness, he submerged in the headphones and microphones connected to the computer host, wanting to listen to the nonsense between them.

The electricity flowed, and soon, Silence heard the nonsense between them.

Chapter 268: He Skins Let His Skins Be Skinned

Chapter 389: My life is up to me

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Every ghost is telling a chapter or two to the ghost, there are science fiction themes, fairy tales, fantasy themes, and naturally supernatural themes.

Shen Mo listened carefully, and the questions in his heart were answered instantly, these people actually wrote.

This ghost is actually forcing these lonely ghosts to write?!

No, Shen Mo shook his head, this is not the case, but these ghosts were written before they were born, and after they died, they were all caught by this ghost in this small dark room, forcing them to continue writing.

Shen Mo even wondered if the death of these authors would have something to do with this ghost, whether it killed these authors, and then detained the authors' souls and locked them up here to continue updating their works.

Hiss! Silent shuddered, because the truth was too terrifying, and he was terrified.

Think about it from another angle, if Shen Mo is the author, the fans who read his books may not be people, but a ghost, the kind of crazy ghost who will kill you if you are slower, and throw you into a small dark room and write non-stop.

Shen Mo is glad that when he wrote in his previous life, there were no ghosts in that world. He let out a long sigh, feeling sorry for these dead colleagues.

Hey, it's embarrassing, it's been locked up in a small black room, and you have to continue to code words if you're a ghost. Therefore, write articles that should be low-key, treat fans with enthusiasm, and treat the bigwigs who chase more with gentleness, because you don't know how good your fans are, he may crawl over along the network cable, and then lock you in a small black room, writing until your soul is scattered and it is difficult to enter reincarnation.

Sighing to sighing, Shen Mo's next step is naturally to rescue these old colleagues who were locked in a small black room and help their souls find a good place.

Silent thoughts, constricting their consciousness, gathering together, and then preparing to climb out of the twenty-four-inch computer screen, yes, from the computer screen.

Shen Mo finally understood Samoyed's feelings about climbing the TV screen at that time, because whether it is a TV or a computer, only the screen can be used as a medium to get rid of the soul, and it is very unrealistic to climb the screen if you want to climb, and it is very unrealistic to climb the host.

Airplanes! The lightning flickered, and countless snowflakes flickered on the pitch-black screen, which immediately caught the attention of the ghost, and Shen Mo called it that.

Well? The Soul Arrester's eyes were puzzled, his bloodshot eyes staring at his computer screen in surprise, and then, silently, he struggled out of it and landed on the floor of the Soul Arrester's house.

Idle! As soon as Shen Mo landed, he immediately burst into a shout, "Demon, don't be caught yet!" ”

This is naturally very middle-class, but for the soul ghost he likes, this sentence is very in line with his values, worldview, and ghostly outlook.

The soul-detaining ghost was stunned for a moment, and then the death was revealed, his pale face was bloodless, and his bloodshot eyes were about to burst out, unlike Ling'er's delicacy, the death of the soul-detaining ghost was really a little scary.

But this did not affect Shen Mo to subdue it, only to see Shen Mo raise it with one hand, and the holy light of the weapon's blessing appeared, illuminating the entire small black room, not only dispelling the darkness, but also bringing endless light.

Zizi! Although the strength of the soul detaining ghost is strong, although the anger is heavy, but in the face of the weapon blessing, which is extremely lethal against ghosts, it is naturally vulnerable, and only by the light of the holy light, it will be defeated again and again, forced into a corner, and tremble in the process.

"Why? Why can't you get along with me, these authors all deserve it, they always dig holes and don't fill them, they ask for sick leave when they are urged, they say they are looking for inspiration whenever they have something, they ask for sick leave every three or five times, and even some male authors give me maternity leave... Is it tolerable or unbearable, I pulled their souls over, locked them in a small dark room, and forced them to write diligently, am I wrong? Is there something wrong? ”

Shen Mo whispered, "It has nothing to do with me whether you are wrong or not, that is something that Lord Yama should consider, and my responsibility is to send you to see his old man." ”

Syllable! The holy light smashed down and landed on the body of the soul-detaining ghost, instantly smelting its ghost body, leaving only a trace of true spirit to cross into reincarnation.

Hey, the bitterness of chasing more, silence can also be understood, but if you think about it carefully, how can you not be bitter when you write a book.

Dealing with the Soul Trap, Shen Mo set his eyes on the eight authors in the small dark room, he had planned to purify them excessively, but just as he was about to start, a quest sound sounded in his head.

8/8 of soul fragments detected, whether to collect or not.

Once the collection is complete, you will complete the subclass transfer mission, so please consider it carefully.

Shen Mo fell into deep thought, should he take it?! Everyone is an old peer, and they can't accept it, and they can't accept it!

Hey, it's uncomfortable!

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