"Pearl, come here. ”

Nan Ming beckoned to the little girl.

She stood still, as if she was a little confused and hesitant, but at this time, Nan Ming had already walked over with a gentle smile, and Zhu'er tilted her head to think about it, and also ran over with a jump.

"Brother, hug. ”

She stretched out two pink lotus arms in the same way, and her big eyes blinked.

It's like a well-behaved puppet doll.

Nanming squatted down, picked up the little girl gently, and pinched her cheek again. This time she didn't cry, her little head rested on Nan Ming's chest, and she arched playfully like a small animal, with an innocent smile on her face.

"Pearls are so good. Let's go, let's go back. He rubbed her hair and approvingly.

The moment he turned around, the smile of the little girl lying on his shoulder disappeared, and her gloomy little face stared straight at the endless dark night behind Nan Ming, her eyes were treacherous.

Nan Ming didn't seem to notice it, and returned to the camp leisurely with Zhu'er in his arms.

As soon as I entered the gate of the camp, I saw that all the tents suddenly lit up with fires, and men and women with gloomy faces came out of the shadows with torches and slowly surrounded them.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Nan Ming took a step back and exclaimed expressionlessly, "Ahh......hhh Don't come here!!"

At this time, Zhu'er's little hand in his arms suddenly became longer, and he strangled his neck violently, using a non-human way that could break the refined steel. But he still didn't realize it, his hands were hugged tighter, and he said: "Don't be afraid, don't worry, my brother won't leave your ......."

“......”

The little girl's movements froze, and her heart was like ten thousand wild horses galloping by.

She opened her mouth and let out a sharp hiss, and the torches around her suddenly showed a look of pain, and the green tendons of her whole body burst out, and she bared her teeth like a wild beast to bite south.

"Whew!"

The next moment, black and red blood shot out from Nan Ying's fingers, instantly penetrating their bodies.

Everyone's movements came to a standstill, accompanied by a slight sucking sound, and the surroundings became empty, except for a circle of shriveled human skins under Nan Ming's feet.

"What a waste. ”

Shaking her head regretfully, Nan Ming stepped on the layers of leather bags and walked forward, one hand still holding Zhu'er, and the other hand touched her little head, "How did you find me?"

"You...... Your heart doesn't beat ......"

The little girl's voice trembled a little in her arms. He looked down in confusion and saw that her upper and lower teeth were fighting, and she seemed to be extremely cold.

So he thoughtfully hugged her tighter, almost rubbing the little girl into his chest, so that she could fully feel her temperature: "Don't be afraid. If I don't eat you first, you can live for a while. ”

He reassured.

The little girl's expression became more frightened, and her body trembled.

It was extremely sensitive, and a trace of terror was detected from Nan Ming's brief move. This guy in human skin is by no means human, and the darkness and madness contained under that skin are even the tip of the iceberg, and it can't help but shudder.

In a matter of moments, it had realized that this must be a terrifying being far older and more powerful than it.

So it coaxed......

"Don't eat me, I can be your subordinate. It begged for mercy.

"I don't need such a weak subordinate as you. ”

Nan Ming shook his head in refusal, with a hint of salivation in his eyes.

This nightmare attached to the child's body, called the ghost child, although the strength is not very good, but it is extremely rare, and it is a delicacy that he rarely eats once.

A long, long time ago, he made a detailed classification of this ingredient, and it was divided into four categories: "demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters". This ghost boy and the ghost swallow he ate before all belong to the "ghost" category.

The four kinds of nightmares have different characteristics: "demons" are the most intelligent, know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and are generally the fastest in the face of themselves; "demons" are the easiest to catch because they are not good at stealing; "ghosts" have a slightly lower intelligence than the first two, that is, they are relatively stupid, most of them have no substance, and they are not full of food, but they are just addicted; "monsters" are a group of idiots who can't even speak to people, and sometimes they will stupidly rush in front of themselves with their teeth and claws, which is completely mentally retarded.

In order to record the names, tastes, and cultivation methods of various ingredients, Nanming also compiled a special recipe called the "Nightmare Catalogue".

The original of this cookbook is still hidden in the world of his womb, but various rubbings are circulating in the heavens and all worlds. Although everyone doesn't know who wrote it, because the content is incisive, it is also regarded as an authority, and the classification of nightmares is so decided.

Nan Ming refused without hesitation, cutting off the last glimmer of hope for the ghost boy.

It struggled wildly in Nan Ming's arms, black sharp nails sprouted from the five fingers of its little hands, and stabbed Nan Ming's eyes viciously.

However, Nan Ming's eyes didn't blink, and he ignored its attack without even using his eyelids.

He just looked at it quietly, as if looking at a mischievous kitten: "Be nice." I asked you a few questions, and you answered ......"

He was answered with a soft "poof".

The eyeballs on the face of the "little girl" suddenly burst open, and a dense number of insects drilled out of the hollow blood holes, and its lips were split from the middle, and its mouth turned into four petals, revealing the sharp teeth of Bai Sensen inside.

The description is extremely terrifying, and there is no half of cuteness.

Nan Ming looked at it and was interested-is this more terrifying and terrifying than the grimace made by Yibi?

He ruffled his hair, grimaced, and leaned in with a low "wow".

"-Wow!!"

The imp only glanced at it, and let out a terrible scream that was not as sharp as a human voice.

A cloud of black qi as faint as smoke rushed out, shooting at the ancient well in the center of the camp with lightning speed. When Nan Ming put away his grimace, there was only a flat skin bag left in his arms.

"That's not going to be sensible......"

Seeing that the black gas had not entered the well, he frowned, stepped out and came to the edge of the ancient well, and curiously leaned out half of his body to look down.

The other side of the world.

Suddenly there was a surge in the sky covered by black clouds, as if a giant was stirring violently above it with a stick, and the swirling clouds formed a huge whirlpool.

A faint black gas, barely visible, emerged from the whirlpool.

"Grandma!help me!!"

The ghost boy's shrill voice tore through the sky.

It didn't dare to look back, and its body shot to the ground like an arrow from a string. But at this moment, a bright red tongue ejected like lightning from the cloud whirlpool, and the tip of the tongue of the snake letter rolled lightly, and it rolled it back.

It's too late to react.

Above the stormy sky, there was a faint sound of chewing.

"Goo. ”

On the dark and damp swamp ground, thousands of fearful eyes were cast. Countless terrifying beings were silent, curled up into a ball and sank into the quagmire deep in the swamp, not even daring to bubble a single one.

After another moment, Nanming's figure appeared in the sky vortex.

His eyes swept and he noticed a dead tree beneath his feet.

The dead tree took root in the swamp, with dense branches, bare and without a single leaf. A thick, dark red vine wrapped around its branches, looking like a quiet snake from a distance.

Its branches were covered with humanoid cocoons, wrapped in layers of spider-like white silk, hanging upside down from its head and feet.

Blue Hitomi was wrapped in one of the white human cocoons.

The woman was alive and conscious, except for a head exposed, unable to move.

Seeing Nan Ming gradually approaching, her face showed a hint of incredible ecstasy, and her body shook desperately, trying to get his attention.

Help me!

She couldn't make a sound.

Qingtong didn't know that Nanming had already seen her.

But he walked past her without pause, reaching out and touching the blood vines wrapped around the dead tree.

Don't!

Qing Hitomi's body shook even more. She knew how strange and terrifying this blood vine was, and under its hands, she didn't have the slightest strength to resist.

This is not a mortal being!

Don't touch it, don't touch it, get me out while it's asleep, or you'll die!!

Qing Tong was so anxious that her heart almost jumped out of her throat......

"Hello. ”

At this time, she saw a small mouth split on the blood vine, and spit out a hoarse sound like mud and sand.

I don't know why, she suddenly felt that this demonic voice seemed to contain a hint of humble flattery......

It is in ...... Who to please?