"What are you doing!?"

The boy couldn't believe it. He saw with his own eyes that I summoned an old sleeve out of thin air and looked at the rusty and ragged southern fourteen, and didn't know if I could shoot bullets.

"What are you not doing..."

I pushed the gun to his forehead, and randomly I had an expression of saying that I would shoot, and muttered: "I hate others cheating me the most in my life, especially ghosts! Anyone who deceived me will die will be fucking miserable!"

"Now I will give you a chance to reorganize your language! Tell me the truth...what do you do! Otherwise, you don't want to say anything! I will check three numbers. If you don't say it, I will shoot! You can see if the gun can be fired!"

I deliberately trembled with my palms, and my muzzle kept shaking on his forehead. It was like ADHD, and he shouted seriously: "One!"

“…”

The boy looked at me and never looked away from his face, and there was a madness hidden in his eyes that was difficult for the ghost to understand. He couldn't figure out my veins for a while. But he must not talk nonsense! Now is not the time.

So he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

"two!"

When I saw him showing his expression of never surrendering and rather than bending, I was sure that this thing was definitely secret and there might be some conspiracy.

“…”

The boy gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He was obviously ready to accept the second death and refused to speak.

"three!"

When I counted to three, I almost yelled, and there was no extra movement. I pulled the trigger directly. Since I didn’t want to say it, I had no chance to say it!

"Click...Click..."

However, it was not as good as I imagined that blood was splattering three feet, but after the trigger was pulled, the shell was violently hit twice, causing a crackling sound, and it was so painful that it didn't ejaculate.

"ah!"

The boy was still scared and screamed in embarrassment, because accepting death was not scary, and what really scared people or ghosts was the process of waiting for death.

With a scream, the boy suddenly realized that there was no pain as he had imagined. The sound of the fourteenth in the south was stuck in his ears, and he was at a loss: "What's the situation?"

"Don't move!"

I stroked the bolt again, pushed the head of his forehead again, and pulled the trigger: "Do you die!"

"Click...Click..."

There were still two sounds of stuck sounds, and the atmosphere in the scene was so awkward that it was endless. The boy stopped closing his eyes and looked at me straight: "What are you doing?"

"Don't mess with me! I don't know if I don't know!"

I yelled with my neck, and secretly cursed the system mother: Wote sent me!? I'll really get stuck? Can you give me some face? I'm threatening ghosts?! I'm really embarrassed in this way!

As the saying goes, again and again, the gun will be fired 100% for the third time!

I reset the bolt, pressed his forehead again, and made a promise: "If the gun doesn't fire this time, I'll let you go!"

"bring it on!!!"

Perhaps the boy's psychological defense was defeated by my repeated failures, so he is now acting a little crazy.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I opened my mouth so I could clearly see my throat. While shouting, I pulled the trigger without believing in evil and not admitting defeat, hoping that the bullet could penetrate his forehead.

"Click...Click..."

It's a stuck sound again.

I sat down on the ground, put down my arms helplessly, and almost smashed the fourteenth in the south. And I had to make it happen, so I waved my hand at the boy: "You go, don't let me see you again in the future, otherwise I wouldn't be like this tonight!"

“Oh oh oh…”

“Ticaca…”

The boy quickly stood up, took out the key from his pocket that could open the back door of the security passage, and found the key hole of the back door on call, inserted the key into it and opened the door lock.

Although the door was opened, he didn't know why and did not leave immediately. It seemed that he was waiting for my next question.

"Hold!"

I then cursed and took the Nantes Fourteen backpack back to my space. I pretended to light a cigarette. The dark environment made me unable to see the boy's every move, but it did not prevent me from being sure that he had not left, so I asked with a smile: "Am I handsome?"

"Very handsome!"

The boy hesitated for three seconds and then answered firmly.

I continued to smile and asked with the question of clouds and mist: "There was a ghost before that he also said that I was handsome, and he also said that I looked like a god!"

"It's very similar!"

The boy cherishes his words and says concisely.

"That ghost is quite strange. He has a physical body and keeps begging for death with me. It's a rare honor to die in my hands."

In the depressing and dark environment, only my cigarette butts were flashing. After spitting out a mouthful of smoke, I seemed a little lonely and said, "That ghost died in the end, I killed him. He handed his heart to me personally, and made me crush it."

"Before he died, he begged me and asked me to carve a spiritual throne, and if he had the opportunity to send it to the underworld, he would be buried next to the grave that he respected the most. Even if the fallen leaves return to his roots, I promised him that the spiritual throne would be carved for him, and if he had the opportunity, he would send it back."

The boy unconsciously held the door handle, his fingers were so strong that he picked out five finger marks from the door handle, and finally turned into a long sigh: "It's great! How great is the fallen leaves after death! It's not like me... I can't find my home!"

"Haha...there will be there at home!"

A cigarette was almost finished smoking, so I threw away the cigarette butts and picked up a small red notebook on the ground: "Did you forget to take something?"

The boy resolutely opened the door, walked out, and before closing the door, he suddenly said, "This thing is for you! Xiao Gouzi's original intention has not changed... but my original intention has changed. I hope... you can be good... and must be good!"

"Bang!"

He left, the door was closed to death.

"Zhichen King, Zhichen King! What kind of person are you?"

I stood up, took the red notebook back into my space backpack, and returned to the ticket hall according to the same route.

At the beginning... I really thought he might be a blood-skinned doll, because all the signs showed that he was very similar to the Yuxiang flesh-skinned doll I saw at the intersection. But later I grabbed his wrist and changed my mind.

His skin feels very similar to Gou Changzai, just like the same.

So I began to suspect that his true identity was definitely not a simple suicide ghost or an ordinary blood-skinned doll.

Until I pressed his forehead with the Southern Fourteen, he did not resist. He was in a state of silence, and his screams and anxiety were more like disguised in front of me. He still shook off the secret in his arms and dropped it on the ground without any hesitation.

As prepared for me.

So I guess that he and Gou Changzai have the same identity, and are already broken, with a long-lost reputation in Zhichen Hall. The level is definitely not low, at least equal to Gou Changzai.

But I am not as good as Gou Changzai. At least when Gou Chang first met me, he was not covered in scars and was about to die.

What exactly does he mean?

I secretly speculated on various possibilities, but never came up with a specific possibility. I walked back to my sister and others without any clues.

"What are you doing?"

Fatty Fang saw that the legs of my jeans were stained with blood and thought that who would I go to the death with?

"Nothing to do..."

I was in a low mood and didn't want to talk about these things to them. I quickly changed the subject: "What... It's time now, it's almost dawn!"

Only when it dawn is dawn and the system mother issues the next system tasks and the clues required can I infer everything down. Otherwise, it would be a bit hard to rely on my own to think about it. After all, I am far from a rival to these wise and confusing ghosts now.

"It's almost four o'clock now."

Fatty Fang looked at his watch with the help of the moonlight and said, "It's not too late now, and it's probably going to be brighter before six o'clock. Where should we go next?"

"Let's take a look first..."
Chapter completed!