"You're no ordinary ghost hunter at all." The soul of the inch-headed young man discovered the truth, "It is impossible for a ghost hunter to easily strip away the soul of others. Are you also an evil spirit? ”

"You don't care what I am. All I want you to do is tell me, who instructed you to lay a trap here? Where are they now? I asked directly.

When I caught the worm monster before, I was too careless, and he found a chance to self-destruct. To prevent the prisoner in front of me from doing the same, I summoned a black soulbinding lock and wrapped it around him.

"Lord Evil Spirit, you must have found a way for a powerful evil spirit to possess a living person. We must have had some misunderstanding, we set a trap to deal with a human ghost hunter, and it was a misfortune that we ran into you. The other party began to explain.

"Misunderstanding or something, it's useless for you to tell me. I must see those who instruct you, and if there is anything I say, I will talk to them. Let's be honest. ”

It seems that the other party still has a hint of illusion, thinking that I am an evil spirit who may be in the same league as them. And I'm not going to debunk that, but I'm going to use this to make more statements.

"No! I'm not sure who you are, and I definitely can't tell you that. Or you let me go back, and I'll talk to my master, and maybe he'll be willing to see you. ”

Black Sesame Paste is a cunning and shameful fellow all his life, and I don't believe that his companions would come out to see me so unsuspectingly.

The first sane evil spirit I saw was Black Sesame Paste, and as a result, I defeated so many terrible enemies, each of which was several times stronger than Black Sesame Paste, and this insidious creature has survived to this point.

And to this day, I still don't know what that guy is up to.

"Don't bother, just take me to your master. If there is anything to say, I will say it to your master. I know who your master is, and all I can say is that you can't afford to let him miss this opportunity. ”

Even though I've tried my best to pretend and try to get this guy to listen to me. But he didn't seem to be able to get in, and he was still very wary of me: "Absolutely not, I must not reveal any of his circumstances without the permission of the master." ”

Hum! This guy's bones are so hard, and his mouth is so tight.

From the previous incident, I also have an understanding of the situation of the guy in front of me. The soul that is taken away by this kind of accidental situation will do whatever it takes to survive. It is also a sin like evil spirits.

"Don't you say yes? You'll be miserable if you have a hard mouth like this! "Damn, don't eat the soft ones, force me to come hard.

The man's soul shrank into a ball and no longer answered my words. His meaning is obvious, whatever I come, he won't recruit anything.

If you don't let him suffer, he won't be able to say a word. He knew that he would suffer my wrath, a more cruel way of torturing the soul, and I was not without it. I promise, it will be even more terrifying than the feeling of going to hell.

"Fang Zixuan, wait for me outside the door, remember, don't use your perception to observe things in the house." When Fang Zixuan walked out the door, I pushed Cindy out and closed the door.

I grabbed the man's soul: "Soon, you will regret your hard mouth." ”

……

Twenty minutes later, it was all over. Ordinary people may not be aware of what is happening in this room, but those who have soul perception can hear the screams coming from here.

I opened the door, and Fang Zixuan walked in. For some reason, when he looked at me again, he seemed to have a little more fear.

Fang Zixuan wanted to speak several times, but in the end he never mustered up the courage and swallowed his words back.

I knew what he wanted to say, and took the initiative to answer: "Don't worry, the things I want to ask have already been asked." ”

As for the soul of the young man who possessed the inch head, there was only a faint wisp left in my palm. When he was tortured just now, he used a little more force, and he turned out to be like this.

Now that he has lost his value, he can die completely.

The soul in the palm of his hand let out a miserable cry, and finally turned into ashes with a slight explosion.

Broad Garden Basement, this is the last information I get.

And before that, I have already tortured and found out that in addition to the few souls who were destroyed in the scene, there are also two masterminds behind the scenes.

One of them is the black sesame paste that I have always wanted to track down, and it is said that his appearance is extremely mysterious, and many of the arrangements were arranged by him. And that worm monster, that is, the black sesame paste, was not brought from somewhere.

The other one is a green air mass, which is the "master" that the inch-headed young man has always mentioned.

The "master" does not seem to have a fixed form, and constantly changes its shape in front of others. The "master" also seems to have a powerful ability to manipulate souls in machines, and what he is best at is devouring other people's dreams.

People who are devoured by the "master" in the dream realm will slowly lose their memory, and eventually they will quickly forget everything in life and become sluggish. By this time, the person had already devoured all the spirits in the dream.

It was in a devouring that the "master" met the inch-headed young man, and learned the special identity of the inch-headed young man in the dream. Only then was the inch-headed young man taken in, and the two formed a master-servant relationship.

I have been to the Garden of Bright Sky once, and not far from here, we went straight to our destination.

And after the soul is extracted by me, the remnant soul in the inch-headed young man's body will also awaken. It's just that his soul has left the meat rabbit, and he probably doesn't have any intelligence when he wakes up in the future. We have already called an ambulance for him, and whether he survives depends on the length of his life and his own creation.

When you get to the first floor of Guangtian Garden, look back and forth for your way to the basement. I just found someone to ask, and I was almost blasted out with a look of disdain.

"If you want to eat, you have to go to the street, this is a high-end commercial area, not a place to ask for food."

Sick! What do I look like I need to eat? This man eats bed bugs and has such a stinky mouth?

The next thing I did was to ask for directions, and the people I met all had similar reactions.

I looked in the mirror on my phone, and then I realized that maybe it was because I was crawling around in the elevator shaft, and I was now disgraced, and I did look more embarrassed than a beggar.

The people who came here were all well-dressed rich people, so it was no wonder that they avoided me one by one.

However, it is really hard to find this negative layer without guidance.

"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, someone asked, and this voice was very familiar, it was the mustache.

The original task of the mustache was to secretly observe our accomplishment and help us in times of danger.

"I followed you all the way and found that you have come here, which is not within your mission, I must ask."

"I'm going to the basement floor, do you know where to go down?" I'm straightforward.

"Negative layer? You can't go there! ”