The system prompts the sound.

That's right, this is why I know that there is a trace of other people's soul in the body of the array eye paper man, but I don't leave the clone of the array eye paper man.

Because the system mother finally made a sound after I used firecrackers to blow up the three paper men in the array. She told me to get the paper men first before I could give me a task.

The clues and news about the system mothers are much better than those who like to lie, talk nonsense, and make seven nonsense, which are fake.

"The task triggered this time..."

The system mother seemed to be sorting out her language, and after a minute of not speaking, she continued to speak: "The task triggered this time is "Helplessness and Crazy". The reward for completing this task is the experience required to upgrade to level lv5, the qualitative change in the host body after the upgrade, and the underworld gate required to lead to the underworld."

"Helplessness and madness? Where do you start?"

I said, I didn't understand the meaning of the name of this mission. But these two words can also work if you use them to describe ghosts.

"Hahaha...you will know what the name means when you finish it."

The system mother pretended to be aloof and sneered, and then added the clues given by the task: "Please live until tomorrow morning, and the real clues will be released at that time."

Survive until tomorrow morning?

Brother, I, such awesome little man, do you need to survive?

"Brother Yi... the water ghost disappeared again!"

Fatty Fang interrupted my yy who was entertaining myself.

I looked up and looked around. The paper man in the array was broken, and the remaining ordinary paper man was wiped out, leaving a piece of fragments of paper.

The water ghost did disappear.

To me, he was like a medicine introduction, leading me here step by step, but he didn't let me figure out what his purpose was.

Now he ran away. Could it be that he is actually the real murderer who sells the red spider lily behind the scenes? Or is he afraid that I will be jealous of killing him, so he will kill him to death?

"Brother Yi...is something wrong!"

Fatty Fang, who is good at observing the escape route, pointed to the scene inside the iron gate of the community and said, "There was a Toyota sedan parked there just now, but now it's gone! And we were so busy just now, why didn't a resident come out to watch the fun or call the police? And... The old man who was sitting and sleeping in the security room disappeared... Are we hitting the wall by ghosts?"

"Damn it! That's true!"

I heard him say this and noticed those scenes that had changed, and even saw white smoke floating around the surrounding environment with the increase in perception power.

"What's the smell? It smells so good!"

Fatty Fang sniffed his nose as sensitive as a dog to the fragrance, and smelled a scent that was more delicious than the burger fragrance and the late night barbecue when he was hungry.

“This smell…”

I frowned and took a few breaths of air. I suddenly felt dizzy and fascinated. At the same time, I instantly felt exhausted and tired. I felt a sense of energy and a sense of pleasure that I would never fall to the ground in the sky.

"Hahaha……"

Fatty Fang, who sucked far more than me, now stood on tiptoe, supported her fat body, and jumped up the four little swans. Her arms were swung in the air, as if she could hold the fairy in the sky into her arms, and she smiled and shouted: "Hahaha... Brother Yi... I saw the Queen Mother! She had nothing to wear on her body, and wanted to find me to go to the boudoir to communicate how the heaven would develop in the future."

The fragrance is strange...

When I realized the seriousness of the problem, Fatty Fang hated red eyes, held his head with his hands, and squatted on the ground in a posture of a labor camp in a labor camp. He swayed his body wildly, trying to avoid punches and kicks that did not exist: "I didn't kill people! I really didn't kill them! They hit my knife themselves! You caught the wrong person! I'm a good person! I'm such a good person! Please let me go!"

"Plop..."

Fatty Fang hit the ground with his knees, from begging for mercy to crying sincerely admitting his mistake: "Wife... I'm sorry for you! It was me who killed your godmother! But I really didn't do it on purpose! I don't kill him! My Brother Yi will die! I will definitely not be able to survive! I'm sorry for you! It's me that I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I can be a cow and a horse for you in the future!"

"Stop howling!"

I controlled Fatty Fang’s wrists with one hand, then raised my knees and pushed him down, letting him look up at me.

"I live so hard...I'm not happy at all..."

Fatty Fang's eyes were red and his eyes were whimpering with tears, as if he was recalling the painful times that had passed again and again.

"Hold!"

I held my breath decisively, bent my right hand and threw it out, hitting five fingers on his forehead. Then I put him in, pressing my knees in the middle of his back, and slapped his trapezoid muscles with my right hand.

It took about twenty shots.

Fatty Fang's consciousness returned to his clarity and waved his hand to tell me to let go of him quickly. After a while, he suffocated.

I let go of him and took a step back.

"Very~"

Fatty Fang was like smoking and vomiting, and he spit out a large pool of black liquid. One mouthful was not counting, and he vomited four mouthfuls one after another to completely spit out the liquid in his stomach.

"You should take a moment...don't breathe with your nose, try to use your mouth."

I bent down and inserted my fingers into the liquid that Fatty Fang vomited. After stirring for two rounds, I got up and put my fingers in my mouth.

Put the liquid stained with your fingers and snail it all over.

It was very strange that there was no smell of bad breath. In jargon, it was a fragrance of malt and fungus and a faint salty smell of sea water.

Wait...Damn!!!

"Ph! Ph! Ph!"

I spit three mouthfuls together, and I almost choked myself to death due to dry retching. I turned around and kicked Fatty Fang on the butt: "What the hell are you fucking hobbies?"

"Ah? I don't have a hobby..."

Fatty Fang answered me weakly, and his white little face shone with two blushings.

"Check!"

I don't know what to do.

The trick I used just now was to induce vomiting in "swallowing Qi". Although the name is not very good, the effect is very amazing.

Because some special ghosts can transform into gas to penetrate into living people's bodies, thereby carrying out activities such as possession and harming people.

Judging from the various manifestations of Fatty Fang, it can be analyzed that he has absorbed the anger of these special ghosts and remembered all the past that he condemned his conscience.

The vomiting induces the matter to hit their cervical bones with regular frequency, and then force the Taoist practices cultivated through the "Seven Methods of Observing Qi" to force their bodies to drive away the "ghost energy" inside their bodies

Then it is discharged as vomiting fluid.

This liquid not only carries the "ghost energy" that can be used, but also tastes the activities carried out by living people within three days, or what they drank and what they ate. With these two factors, you can know the location of the ghost and why they provoke ghosts, and what are the demands and responses of ghosts.

It’s a damn! I never expected it! I really didn’t expect it!

I didn't taste anything, but I tasted the taste of "that thing".

Is the Living Dead so good? Are the Living Dead so awesome?

Fatty Fang arched his waist, stood up from the ground with great effort, and rubbed his butt: "Brother Yi, what's going on with you?"

"Not bad, for the first time I knew you like to play with your tongue."

I really didn't want to look at his disgusting face and slightly larger tongue, so I looked forward and calculated back and forth with four fingers on my right hand: "We are now in a trap. My method just now only delayed your devil's speed, but it's no problem. If we can't get out for a long time, you can kowtow and kowtow to death here."

"Don't make trouble... I'm alive and dead this day..."

Fatty Fang heard that I was very serious and his face was not like a lie. He felt really panicked. He looked up and looked at me like someone who was fine, and asked quickly: "Why are you okay, brother?! You can even snails with the things I spit out. Should you say it or not, are you really okay??"

"Damn it! Your brother, I am such awesome, what can I do?"

In order to prevent Fatty Fang from feeling panic that he is easily taken advantage of, I had to keep talking about the joker and not complaining that he had not listened to me earlier: "You just go with your Brother Yi, and you will be able to go home tomorrow morning. Then I will have your special hobbies and it's over!"
Chapter completed!