The floating ghost-type Pokemon was only one step away from Wang Yan, a cloud of purple glowing smoke exuding a terrifying aura in the dark night, and a black ball around it was extremely similar to a human head, with a pair of white pupils on it, and a bundle of long fangs at each end of the mouth.

Wang Yan's psychological quality can be said to be very strong, but he was still startled by this terrifying-looking Pokemon, it was really like seeing a grimace.

Most ghost-type Pokemon are disembodied and are condensed by special energy with consciousness, and this type of ghost-type Pokemon has the innate ability to attach to other creatures and control their consciousness.

Wang Yan only felt as if something had entered his body in the blink of an eye, and when he opened his eyes, the "grimace" of the ghost in front of him was no longer there, only the eleventh and twelfth looked at the dead man's eyes.

"It's not good! Wang Yan, you know the sea!" Mu Xi shouted in panic in the sea of spirits.

She wanted to remind Wang Yan that something had broken into the sea, but it was already too late.

At this time, Wang Yan's sea of consciousness had been invaded by ghosts, and he had lost his consciousness.

On a rainy night, the continuous lightning shone out the shadows of the bewitching irises on the curtains, Wang Yan quietly got out of bed to cover the window, turned around and bent over to slowly lift the quilt up, and gently kissed her delicate face.

"Hiss......"

The cigarette butt was burning red and glowing with green smoke, and the movement of leaning back on the sofa seemed to be a little tired.

"When...... in order to give her a stable life..."

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"I'm coming, let her go!"

For the first time, there was a bit of fear in his voice, he was afraid that she had been wronged.

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"Wang Yan, I'll take you to the hospital!" Wang Yan ........."

She was so anxious that she cried and sobbed, and used all her strength to support Wang Yan, who was beaten and crippled in order to save her.

"Don't cry, girl, my life is hard. ”

He trembled and raised his bloody hand to wipe away her tears.

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"Die!" ...... "bang"!

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The hot smoke from the muzzle of the gun has not yet dissipated...

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"Rong'er! Child......... Nope!"

The wheels rubbed sharply on the ground, and several cars sped off.

She wiped her tears for him again, "Don't cry, you have to live well." ”

The cold little hand touched that face, this was the last chance she could touch him.

"Wang Yan, can I cough... Cough!... Can I do without you, I want to break up with you. ”

Her lungs were pierced by bullets, and she was strong, and she endured the pain to say her last words, choking blood from the corners of her mouth.

She knew that if she didn't speak, he would always wait for him, even if he died, she knew that he loved herself too much.

Wang Yan's throat was blocked with sadness, grief, anger, and what he wanted to say......

He was so suffocated that the blue tendons on his face were exposed, the bloodshot in his eyes was as dense as a cold winter window flower, he couldn't open his mouth, he didn't know why he couldn't open his mouth, he hated himself why he couldn't speak at this time!

The desolate little hands hung down weakly, and she walked away with a light smile on her face.

He had just made up his mind last night to give her a stable life, but today she died in his arms.

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19-year-old Wang Yan often scolds his 18-year-old self, thinking about her 20-year-old every night, and thinking about her future in his mind.

This scene, this heart-rending feeling, has been repeated in Wang Yan's manipulated consciousness at this time.

"Eleven, why is this kid in tears?"

"I don't know, the ghost can find out what he fears the most from his consciousness and magnify the fear infinitely and repeat it, it stands to reason that at this time he should be tortured in fear and his consciousness dissipates, how can he shed tears so calmly. ”

No. 11 was also a little suspicious, the ghosts had invaded many people's consciousness before, and those people were crazy to die in the ultimate fear consciousness illusion created by the ghosts, and it was the first time he had seen Wang Yan in this situation.

He didn't know that Wang Yan never let go of the birth, old age, sickness and death that others were afraid of.

Love parting, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go. This is the deepest fear buried in Wang Yan's heart, his love for her, because of her death, has become his fear.

Even if the ghost magnifies the feeling in the memory of this scene countless times, and the picture is repeated countless times, it still will not let Wang Yan die in such an ultimate fear.

Because when memory is not memory, Wang Yan's "fear" has reached the extreme!

"Woo-!"

When the two of them were suspicious of Wang Yan's reaction, the ghost Si flew out of Wang Yan's body with a scream as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and the body composed of the energy body slowly annihilated in the darkness.

"What!"

The two of them were like suffering a blow to the head, and the level 20 ghost-based Pokemon died for no reason?!

"Boom..."

Before the shock was decided, they all heard the creepy laughter of them who existed as the ghost department of the Night Killer, and that laughter actually came from Wang Yan's mouth!

The blood-red pupils are not covered by the eyes, and in this dark night, they are like a soul hook, and it makes people tremble at a glance.

Wang Yan was like an evil god possessed at this time, with terrifying laughter, demonic blood pupils, and windless white hair, which made No. 11 and No. 12 have the heart to flee.

Unknown planet

A young man was wiping sixteen slate-like things, as if he felt something, and raised his head to a woman with a bewitching face beside him: "Sister Dongfang, the power in his body seems to have been stimulated in advance, will it affect .........?"

The beautiful woman waved her hand, "I feel it too, let it be..."

"You, damn it..."Wang Yan's blood pupils looked at Number Eleven.

The voice was very flat, but it was a compound voice, like an evil god repeating Wang Yan's voice at the same time.

"How, what to do......"

No. 11 was a little scared, a ghost ring master at the peak of the spirit master, was actually scared when facing a spirit ring master of the fourth layer of the spirit master.

"This kid must be playing tricks, the existence of the peak of our two spirit masters, I can still be afraid that he will not succeed!"

Twelve's voice trembled a little, but his conceit soothed him, telling him that the kid in front of him must be playing tricks.

"You're right, let the Shadow kill him!"

Shadow of Resentment is a Pokemon on the twelfth, and it is also a level 20 ghost existence.

As soon as the resentful shadow received the order, he didn't move, and Wang Yan appeared between it and Twelfth like a real ghost.