A clean and tidy space, with a darker atmosphere, the surrounding decoration is also as if carefully studied, giving people a restrained style, in the middle stands an ancient bookcase, the legs of the bookshelf eat the floor is very deep, at first glance it is the reason that it has not been moved since the decoration. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Yunhai has been incognito for so long, and he also intends to improve his cultural accomplishment, and with the carving of time, he has become more and more suitable for his current identity.

"Knock knock!"

"Come in."

Liu Yunhai put down the pen in his hand, recently he was reading an ancient philosophical classic, he has a habit of reading, that is, he reads the book word for word on the paper, it seems that this is more convenient for him to understand.

"Lao Liu, don't make yourself too tired, your body is important!"

The person who came was Liu Yunhai's secretary, and he had been with him for almost 20 years, Liu Yunhai followed him wherever he went, and he could be regarded as Liu Yunhai's confidant, but despite the intimacy of the relationship, Liu Yunhai was still tight-lipped and did not reveal any of his secrets to the other party.

Lao Wu put the teacup on Liu Yunhai's desk, the secretary's surname is Wu, Lao Wu is Liu Yunhai's title for him, every day he will bring tea to Liu Yunhai on time, which can be regarded as a habit developed for a long time.

Liu Yunhai smiled, took off the reading glasses on his ears, picked up the teacup and took a big sip while it was hot, in his position, there are not many things to deal with every day, otherwise he would not practice calligraphy while reading, maybe he is old, he feels guilty about what he has done before, and he hopes to make more efforts to make up for it in other aspects.

Liu Yunhai looked at Lao Wu standing in front of him, thinking about his current situation, drinking tea in the office every day, copying books, and not having to take risks like before, such a comfortable life is exactly what he wants...... Thinking about it, his thoughts became more and more faint, and at the same time, the outline of Lao Wu gradually became blurred in his eyes......

Seeing Liu Yunhai lying in the corner of the table, his eyes slowly closed, Lao Wu's gaze gradually became cold, and then he pushed open the door and left here, and at the same moment, in the next room, the temperature on Lao Wu's body was still hot.

………………

Meng Xin told the fat man what happened in the mission world, including the details of turning back into an ordinary person in the end, and the fat man listened to Meng Xin's narration and understood.

Because Meng Xin did not return to the real world immediately after the completion of the task, but continued to stay as an ordinary person for a short while, they were watching a movie at that time, and it may be that at that time, the nightmare platform only helped Meng Xin recover his physical condition, and ignored the existence of ghosts.

And for the time since, Meng Xin has always maintained the state of an ordinary person, and the residual ghost qi has also been sealed along with Meng Xin's ability.

Until Meng Xin was teleported back to the real world, those ghosts seemed to have lost their restraints, and with the lifting of the ban on their abilities, they also came out in one go.

"I've only suppressed them temporarily, if it takes a long time, the ghost qi in your body will jump out and continue to erode your body, and at that time, even I can't do anything." The fat man realized the seriousness of the situation, and his brows were furrowed.

"What then?" Meng Xin is feeling very painful now, and finally got over the mandatory task, but he didn't expect to be overwhelmed by Fang Jing in the end.

Meng Xin buried his whole body in the quilt at this time, although he was out of shock, but the feeling of putting his whole body in the ice cellar was still so obvious, if Meng Xin looked in the mirror now, he would clearly see that his face was turning blue and black at a rapid speed.

He knew that the ghost qi in his body was becoming more and more raging, and if he continued like this, even if he had the body of his own members as support, he still couldn't resist the dying body function.

Gradually, Meng Xin felt that his body suddenly became less cold, as if he had suddenly found an oasis in the dry and boundless desert, crawled out of the cold ice cellar, and bathed in the warm sun.

Are you starting to get back to the light?

I heard people say that when people look back at what they want to see when they are about to die, they don't know if it's true, and Meng Xin, who has suffered a lot of pain, can't control himself and begins to think about it.

He remembered that the old man had never woken up from a serious illness because he had been contaminated with something unclean in the tomb, and now it seemed that he was about to follow in the footsteps of the old man.

After living for half a life, I didn't expect that in the end, there were some similarities in the way the two men went on the road, Meng Xin suddenly wanted to laugh at this time, and said that there were few good endings in their line of work, and now that I think about it, it makes some sense.

"I don't think you have exchanged bloodlines until now, right?" As if he had suddenly remembered something, the fat man slapped his head and shouted.

Meng Xin was startled by him in a daze, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and now he was very sleepy, and when he heard the fat man's words, he only replied vaguely without two words.

"Then you can try to exchange a bloodline related to ghosts, maybe after your bloodline changes, there will be a way to deal with it, and you have to spend a mission, the points should be enough......"

Meng Xin understood the meaning of the fat man in a trance, his eyes seemed to be injected with life again, as if he had grasped the straw that saved his life, and immediately got up from the bed, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked into the store of the nightmare platform app.

Low-grade Taoist, the price is 1000 points;

Inferior mage, price 1000 points;

……

Hulk, price 1200 credits;

Vampire, the price is 1500 points;

……

Meng Xin quickly browsed the list of goods, he didn't choose a vampire, on the one hand, he couldn't be sure if the vampire in the West was a ghost in the real sense, in case after exchanging this bloodline, it would be interesting to find that it had no way to take the ghost qi in its body;

On the other hand, Meng Xin's total of points obtained in the last mission was only 1,500 points, and the balance was already less than 1,500 after deducting some of the runic papers that he had exchanged from the shop in advance in order to deal with Fang Jing in the mission.

Meng Xin looked at the remaining number of points displayed on his mobile phone, and soon found a bloodline that was within his own tolerance.

Ghost Man, price 1300 points;

Pedigree introduction: There is such a type of people in the depths of the dense forest, they hide themselves in the dead corners of the night, and are known for their selfishness, they seem to be favored by the gods, they are born with the ability to manipulate ghosts, pay attention, if you meet them when it is dark, please don't run, because it's useless to run~.

There is an exaggerated part of the introduction, and this kind of text introduction is like selling the product, when the consumer is fooled, then its purpose is achieved.

Meng Xin was not in the mood to care about anything like whether to do anything wrong or not at this time, so he immediately clicked on the exchange, and only in the next second, Meng Xin felt that his body had become more condensed, and even the lines of the muscles on his body had become more obvious.

However, the changes in Meng Xin's body are not only these, at the same time, Meng Xin also feels that the momentum of his whole person has changed abruptly, if Meng Xin was compared to a hill before, then now he has completely changed into a famous mountain and river.

"What bloodline is it exchanged?"

Meng Xin put the mobile phone screen in front of the fat man, let him look at the introduction of the bloodline, and he was adapting to the power that suddenly appeared in his body, there is no doubt that now he is not a little bit more powerful than before.

"Ghost Man...... I haven't heard of it, but now you can see if that ghost can still be a threat to you. The fat man thought for a while, and didn't understand what the bloodline of this ghost man meant, but he still reminded Meng Xin to try to find the previous ghost qi.

"Hmm."

Although he clearly felt the improvement in strength, the previous feeling of coldness still did not disappear, and the feeling of being in an ice cellar still existed, and Meng Xin couldn't help frowning at this.

Meng Xin tried to establish a connection in his body, and slowly, he found the source that made him feel worse than death.

Meng Xin looked at the man in black standing in front of him with his back to him, and couldn't figure out the details of the other party, Meng Xin could only watch quietly from behind, only to see that the man in black had a hood connected to the cloak on his head, and there was a hazy ethereal feeling around his body, and he gave Meng Xin the feeling that it was like a soul.

But immediately, he turned back, and by the time Meng Xin saw his face clearly, he had already pounced.

It's the god of death, or Meng Xin fantasizes about the ghost energy in his body as the god of death.

Meng Xin was horrified in his heart, and the first thought that came to mind was to escape, but to Meng Xin's surprise, the speed of death was also very fast, and he could only maintain the fastest speed without stopping at all, as long as he slowed down a little, he would catch up with him.

Meng Xin was on the run, and death followed him closely, but this state did not last long, Meng Xin suddenly stopped, not that he was tired of running, but that he suddenly figured out one thing,

This is my body,

I

I'm afraid you'll dry up?!!

As Meng Xin stopped, the Grim Reaper brandished his scythe to kill Meng Xin, staring at everything in front of him, Meng Xin took a strong step and went up to the sickle, but instead held the Grim Reaper by the waist.

Although he felt the pain of the scythe on his body, Meng Xin also seemed to be ruthless, and lifted his hood with his hand, and what immediately appeared in front of him was a black mist! A black mist with an enticing aroma.

Without the slightest hesitation, Meng Xin plunged into the black mist and began to suck......