Mo Jin stared at the treacherous shoal not far away, the black waves crashing on the reef continuously, then shattering into white foam, and then slowly disappearing.

Shattered and disappeared together, as well as the confidence he had strategized two hours ago.

"Brother Jin, do you think those Japanese people can really handle that Li Jun?"

The tiger's slightly worried voice sounded in his ears.

Mo Jin still looked at the sea attentively, "Since my father asked them to deal with it, it should be okay." ”

"Actually, I think our ink attack troops can completely solve it by themselves, so why bother to find outsiders?"

"These lowly people have always been greedy for profit, and this time the gentleman invited them over, I don't know what kind of high price they will pay."

Mo Jin's spreading eyes gradually focused, and he stiffly turned his head to look at Mo Jia standing behind him.

A special metal with strong resistance and recovery capabilities, a dark blue mechanical eye with a variety of composite abilities such as night combat, scanning, and reconnaissance, as well as countless modified weapons that are attached to the body

Every inch is designed by himself, and then hammered and transformed by himself, which consumes a lot of energy and financial resources.

"Tiger Body, how many years have we been linking?" Mo Jin's voice sounded extremely dry and hoarse.

The mechanical eyes on the chest of the tiger's body flickered slightly, "It must have been at least seven or eight years, Brother Jin, when you first became a follower, you woke me up from the ink realm." ”

"Time flies."

Mo Jin sighed in a tone, "By the way, I haven't asked you about anything before you became a Ming ghost, tell me about it today?" ”

"What's there to talk about," Tiger Body smiled: "In the words of those people in the Buddha Order, it was all a matter of the previous life." ”

"Let's talk about it, so as not to leave any regrets in the future."

The tiger body tilted his head slightly, expressing his doubts with body language.

Mo Jin gave him a strange feeling today, not only was he a little depressed, but he even became a little sentimental.

However, this was just a flash in his consciousness, and he didn't think much about it, so he blamed the reason on the scam that happened not long ago.

To be honest, it was the first time he had seen Mr. Mo Ke lose his temper like this.

Just watching from the sidelines is terrifying, and you can imagine how much pressure Mo Jin is under in the face of anger.

The tiger body was silent for a moment, as if trying to recall those memories that had been passed for a long time.

"Before I became a Ming ghost, I was just a mediocre ink order. There is no talent in scientific research, no manufacturing skills, and in desperation, he can only be a ranger, but unfortunately there is no ghost who can look down on himself. After more than 30 years of mediocrity, until the genes showed signs of inactivity, he could not continue to be promoted. ”

"Actually, it's not bad to live a mediocre life like this. It's a pity that when the world was divided into martial arts, I was sent to rescue a genius of the martial arts sequence, but as soon as I arrived at the place, I didn't have time to see who the rescue object was, so I snapped and was slapped into a pulp by a protector. ”

The tiger body raised his hands and clapped his palms, and said in a self-deprecating tone: "It's as simple as swatting a fly and mosquito to death." ”

"Fortunately, my brain was not broken at that time, so in the end, before I swallowed my breath, I was able to upload my consciousness to the Ming Ghost Realm host of the ink order. As for how exactly he became a Ming ghost, I don't know very well. ”

"According to the seniors in the Huangliang Artifact Forum, an ink order consciousness that has been uploaded to the Ming Ghost Realm can completely preserve its own character, logic, and thinking, and finally solidify and stabilize it and successfully become a Ming ghost, and there is not one in ten."

There was a sense of happiness in the tone of the tiger body, "Some people can become Ming ghosts because their own will is strong enough, and some are because the resentment before death is too deep and heavy, anyway, there must be something special in order to maintain consciousness after uploading and not being torn into scattered fragments, and escape the fate of becoming useless redundant garbage." And someone like me, who has no potential and no grudges, can become a ghost by chance. ”

"Maybe someone like me was born to be a ghost. At least after following you, young master, I lived a good life that I couldn't have imagined before. ”

Mo Jin nodded and asked in a hoarse voice, "Tiger Body, what was your real name before the Ming Ghost?" ”

"That thing is long gone. After becoming a ghost, he is no longer a human, and naturally he doesn't need the name he used to have when he was a human. ”

"Tell me."

The tiger body was stunned: "Brother Jin, what is wrong with you today, how can you be interested in this." When I think about it, I remember that when I was a person, my name seemed to be Sun Ran. ”

"Sun Ran. That's right. ”

Mo Jin repeated the name in a low voice, and the hesitation and entanglement that were originally hidden in his eyes slowly faded.

"What didn't you get wrong?"

"Actually, you didn't die on the battlefield of rescue at all, right?"

The tiger's body shook wildly and suddenly took a step back.

"Brother Jin, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"If your real name is Sun Ran, there's nothing wrong with that. Back then, because you were greedy for life and afraid of death, you chose to betray the martial arts that cooperated with you. As a result, the other party found out and beat you to a serious injury with a backhand. When you are dying, in order to survive, you choose to become a ghost. ”

Mo Jin's eyes were as cold as knives, "You can become a Ming Ghost at all, it's not a coincidence at all, but because you had a monstrous grudge at that time." ”

"Brother Jin, what are you kidding?"

"No wonder the Ming Ghost Realm will match you and me, it turns out that we are all the same dog."

The corner of Mo Jin's mouth hung on the tiger's body, and he sneered at himself, "But that's okay, at least I can help you kill a martial arts sequence, and it can be regarded as revenge for you who was still a human before." ”

At this moment, a speedboat cut through the undulating sea and approached the shoreline at an extremely alarming speed.

At the moment when he was about to hit the reef and run aground, a figure flew up from the speedboat, and the black feathered weaving danced in the sea breeze, like a vicious seabird falling from the sky and landing beside Mo Jin.

The man shook the wolf-tailed samurai's head tied behind his head, his hands clasped into the wide cuffs of Haori.

"I would venture to ask, are you from the Ink Attack Army?"

"I'm Mo Jin."

"It turned out to be the young master of the gold lord, disrespectful and disrespectful. Let me introduce myself, I am the Martial Arts Department of the Wasteland Group, the Wasteland Source. ”

The man seemed respectful, but Mo Jin clearly saw a light of contempt in the other party's eyes.

"These are the three complete ink armors you promised to give us? Doesn't it look like it's a good deal? ”

Huang Shiyuan tapped the long knife stuck in his waist with the tip of his elbow, "Do you need help?" It's free. ”

"I don't need to."

"Mo Jin, what do you mean by this?" Tiger Body's tone was alarmed.

Only then did he realize that the other two ink armors that had come with him had fallen to their knees at some point, and the control core containing the Ming Ghost had been forcibly pulled out by the host.

"You're actually using me as a bargaining chip?!"

The tiger body roared angrily: "You betrayed me!" ”

(End of chapter)