There was silence in the room for only a short moment.

Wu Ling suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it on Luo Mu's body like lightning.

Luo Mu was a little confused, looked up at Wu Ling, and then looked at the thing on his shoulder.

The rune paper quickly disappeared, as if it had merged into Luo Mu's body.

Luo Mu panicked, wanted to speak and stopped, like an angry little daughter-in-law, not daring to speak, let alone resisting.

Wu Ling raised his hand, and a rope appeared in his hand, and the other end of the rope was tied to Luo Mu's body.

"You do what we say, and we'll let you go." Wu Ling's words are concise and to the point.

Luo Mu hurriedly said: "I can't help it...... The phone booth, it seems to be ......"

"What can you do now?" Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu thought for a long time and blushed, "Probably...... Probably a little bit ......"

"Can you control the ghost that the phone booth has invited?" Wu Ling asked.

I looked at Wu Ling in surprise.

Who does she want to recruit with a phone booth?

It's not that I haven't considered Wu Ling's intention to let me bring Luo Mu here. Investigate Luo Mu's identity, study the future world, and think further, the phone booth bound by Luo Mu has some magical effects, and it is not unusable.

It's just that Luo Mu has basically lost control of the phone booth now. The phone booth seems to have become some kind of independent spirit, with its own rules of action. Luo Mu didn't even understand the principle of this.

This can't be blamed on Luo Mu for being wrong. For him, everything about ghosts should be normal. The appearance and loss of control of the phone booth are normal, and he does not think about what happened in it.

This is partly because of his cowardly character, and partly because of the environment in which he lived before.

How ridiculous Cheng Jiu's second-class ghost king is, and the ghost of Guangyuan Mountain being the head of a strange drama troupe in his own territory, all show how grotesque and illogical that world is. Reckless ghosts made that world.

For Luo Mu, the "independence" of the phone booth is simply a matter of course.

He appeared in front of me to prove that he still wanted to take control of the phone booth. Whatever his purpose, it at least proves that he sees the value of that phone booth and relies on it.

“…… You're still connected, it's just that you've given up control. If you want to, you should be able to take back some of the control. Wu Ling said.

Luo Mu was a little sluggish, and his eyes dodged again, "No...... Those ghosts...... It eats the same ...... I, I can't...... ...... will be killed."

I frowned.

Luo Mu said this...... It seems that he still has some bad experiences before?

Wu Ling's tone aggravated a little, "You can." Oni themselves are creatures that rely on willpower to win. You can be confident that the phone booth is getting its power from you, and you can control it. ”

Luo Mu was still shaking his head.

I heard the couch creaking.

I didn't move, and this was not the voice Luo Mu made. Wu Ling's words......

Yin Qi with a breeze blows by.

Luo Mu screamed, and was picked up by something. His hand pulled out of my palm, and I subconsciously clenched my fist, but I didn't catch it.

I turned my head and saw Luo Mu's figure disappearing into the corridor behind the door.

"This is ......," I looked back at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling's hand had been lowered, and the rope was gone.

"Leave it to Ye Qing." Wu Ling said lightly.

With a bang, the door to the inner room seemed to be closed.

Liu Miao sat down in the vacant seat next to me.

"Huh? That's it? May I? Can he be trusted? The thin man gasped for breath before he spoke, crackling and saying a lot, basically repeating the question.

He was very skeptical about Luo Mu's reliability.

I don't think Luo Mu is reliable.

With Luo Mu's character, I'm afraid he won't be able to become a powerful ghost. He's harmless, but the phone booth ...... As Luo Mu recounted the process and what he was afraid of, that phone booth came into contact with too many evil ghosts, and ate a lot of evil ghosts, so that it had become some kind of terrifying existence. There was no feeling in the breath, probably because of Luo Mu.

I still have some doubts about whether Luo Mu is acting.

Gu Mo asked, "Can this little ghost be trusted?" ”

Liu Miao nodded, "He doesn't have a resentful spirit on him." That's amazing. ”

"Could it be a division of labor? Is it the phone booth that bears those resentful spirits? Or...... There are no resentful spirits at all. Didn't he say that they were all eaten by phone booths? Gu Mo asked rhetorically.

"Well, it's possible." Liu Miao looked at Nangong Yao.

Only then did I notice that Nangong Yao's face was very ugly, with dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes.

Nangong Yao pushed his glasses, "I can't see anything." He probably wasn't lying. The connection is also right...... He does have a connection to something, and judging from the data, it is somewhat unstable and weakened. ”

"As long as the contact is still there. One of him, plus one Yu Xiaoqin, two people are basically enough. If there is still a need, you can add Tang Wen's husband. Wu Ling said.

I felt a cold wind blow in my heart.

"Just summon that phone booth, and then use Luo Mu's connection with him, and ......" Wu Ling looked at me.

"Which ghost do you want to call? Those female ghosts? Still is...... Don't ask? Mo Wen has already lost his soul, right? I asked.

"No, it's Shen Wangshu that I want to recruit." Wu Ling replied.

I was stunned.

Shen Wangshu...... If it's Shen Wangshu......

"Are you going to use Shen Wangshu to deal with Zhang Yifeng?" I blurted out.

Shen Wangshu absolutely hated Zhang Yifeng. If she knew that Zhang Yifeng did not die with her, seeing Zhang Yifeng, coupled with the resentment power that the phone booth might have blessed her......

I shuddered.

"In this way, the certainty is greater." Wu Ling said lightly, "In addition, Mr. Chu also needs some blood. ”

The fat man pointed at himself in surprise, "Me? What are you going to do? ”

The fat man is very self-aware and knows that his flesh and blood are a little special.

"You don't have to do anything out of the way, just in case." Wu Ling explained.

Liu Miao took over the words, "Zhang Yifeng's master has an elder brother who can raise demon beasts. ”

I'm a question mark with fat people and thin people.

"Legend has it that the pioneers of their art raised dragons. It's just a legend. When he arrived at Zhang Yifeng's uncle, he just cultivated some monsters. It's a bit like a creature made by a weird scientist in a science fiction movie, it will be more powerful than ordinary beasts, it will accept control, it will also resist, it will go crazy, and it will be relatively low in consciousness. ”

Liu Miao's tone was very flat, but Liu Miao's experience suddenly appeared in my mind.

The thin man exclaimed, "Could it be—"

Liu Miao said calmly: "My parents died at the hands of such monsters. ”

I didn't know what to say for a while.

"That, no, it's not already ......," the thin man stammered.

"Yes, the boss found the monster for me and destroyed it. and Zhang Yifeng's uncle, who also died in the hands of the leader. Then...... Crisp and clean. Liu Miao smiled bitterly, "Now it seems that some clues may have been exposed." We have long been suspected. ”

"Ah...... Isn't that man dead? The thin man asked again, "What ......do those monsters say?"

"There may be some who are still alive. There is too little information about this, and it is a top-secret skill. They can't spread it either. Whether Zhang Yifeng and his master will not, we are not sure. That's where you need to prepare. Wu Ling replied.

To deal with monsters with little sense, the blood of fat people is of course the best poison.

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