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From the beginning of the chain, the monster's body gradually began to disappear.
The original huge body did not shrink, but presented a strange texture. Like the display of a holographic projection, the light is dimmed a little bit and eventually disappears completely.
The potholes, ruins, and smoke from the sky proved that something happened just now.
I looked at the smoke that was being scattered.
In the smoke, there is a coughing sound, like coughing up the lungs. After a series of coughs, the voice groaned weakly.
I stared at the yin and gradually saw the gray chain traces in the yin.
I passed through the smoke and floated over.
When the dust settled, I stood next to the ghost king.
In front of this ghost king, half of the body has disappeared, the broken edge is like the inflated ink, and the yin constantly leaks.
His head is incomplete, leaving only one eye, sewed, as if he could not open.
But he should see me.
The half-squinting eyes tried to open, but only slightly expanded the gap.
He was very surprised, and the endless swearing words stopped.
I know that I am different from them.
The child can't see it, but the ghost king should be able to see some embarrassment.
Most obviously, there is no yin on my body.
There was a little noise in the throat of the ghost king, like what to say.
I looked up and looked at the ruins of the ruins ahead.
A yin is like a sharp arrow, passing directly through the ruins and piercing the body of the ghost king.
With a bang, only the half of the body of the ghost king blasted directly, the yin dissipated, and the smoke that was dissipated before was no different.
I heard the sound behind the ruins.
The soft exhalation sound is very clear in my ears.
I also saw through the ruins the shadows of the yin, and even the outline of the bow and arrow in the figure, I can see clearly.
I fluttered forward, leaping over the gravel pile, hanging over it, looking down at the other ghost king underneath.
This ghost king is older, the middle-aged person looks like a woman. She is dressed like an archery player on the court. She has complete protective gear. Even the bow and arrow are the kind of bows used for competition.
I looked around and found no other yin.
The ghost king underneath seems to have unloaded the heavy load, leaning against the gravel pile and sitting on the ground. The bow of the yin in her hand disappeared, and a set of protective gear and clothes were gone.
She lowered her head, supported her legs, and put her hands on her knees. Her fingers sagged naturally and she could see the fingertips tremble slightly.
I observed it for a while and fell directly to her side.
The ghost king responded with dexterity, and one turned over, and the bow and arrow appeared again in his hand.
It only takes time to bend the arrow and pull the arrow. It is not like me. I can hold her hand to hold her arm and put her ability into her body.
A black hole was opened behind her.
A few hands came out of the black hole, holding her hair and covering her neck.
The bows and arrows in her hands were also easily touched by me, and they were easily dispelled.
The ghost king has wide eyes and a terrified mood in his eyes.I really didn't expect to see this kind of emotion in a ghost king who had just ambushed the same kind.
However, this does not affect my question.
"Your name." I asked the basic questions first.
The ghost king trembled, "Wang... Wang Jiajia..."
"As the name of the ghost king?" I continued to ask, a little doubt in my heart.
For the first time, I heard the ghost king introduce myself and said it was a normal name.
"They, call me a killer." The ghost king is still shaking, when it comes to the nickname, the voice is lighter, and there is still some sadness in the tone.
"You are the ghost king of the city?"
"um, yes."
"Have you escaped?"
Wang Jiajia turned pale and opened his mouth.
"She ran!" Another voice sounded.
I looked up and saw the child who had climbed up from the gravel pile.
He is still not dead.
The child jumped directly from the gravel pile, fell on the ground, didn't cry, didn't cry, and stood up and stared at Wang Jiajia with hatred.
Wang Jiajia removed his sight.
"You ran! You ran with them! You dropped my father!" The child yelled, and wanted to rush up, but he glanced at me and kept a distance from me.
"No, no!" Wang Jiajia twisted her head and was torn by the hand behind her, but she still looked at the child. "Not... just temporary. Those monsters can't exist for a long time. Just temporarily retreat. Wait until they No, we can come back. Isn't this something that has been advertised all the time? People are so few..."
"It's all a liar! Lie! You just want to run away! I know you, Dad said you! You were originally a heavenly master, killed by the ghost king, and became a ghost king! You will kill the heavenly master and kill the ghost king!" Traitor! Liar! You deliberately killed my father!" The child yelled angrily, tears in his eyes.
"We talked to your father, told him to tell him to leave." Wang Jiajia endured pain and tried to explain.
"You abandoned your home..." The child still wants to blame.
"This is not our home!" Wang Jiajia suddenly screamed, and the gushing emotions scared the child.
She immediately picked up her lips, gave me a look, and took back her eyes.
She is very upset, in fear, but not simply fear of death, fearing my sudden emergence of the soul.
"Are you noisy enough? Now, let me know what I want to know. You should understand?" I asked.
I am not sure if Wang Jiajia knows anything, but it is no problem to test it.
It is not easy for me to find the entrance and exit of different spaces. If you are unfamiliar here, you can change to a ghost king here, maybe you will know some information.
Moreover, in front of this Wang Jiajia, the identity is still somewhat unusual...
The term Tianshi, I am not the first to hear. That should be a group of people who can compete with the Ghost King in the future world, and may also be capable, or as inherited as Xuan Qingzhen.
If such a person dies, will it become a ghost king?
In this case……
Wang Jiajia seems to have made up his mind and looked up at me. "I... I came from there, I am... capable."In my hands, Liu Wei’s ability is surging.
Holding Wang Jiajia’s hand and slamming hard, he almost cut off Wang Jiajia’s neck.
At the same time, my own ability has also been injected into Wang Jiajia's body.
She opened her eyes in horror, and the yin in her body was mobilized and desperately resisted.
I relaxed the output of my abilities and said faintly: "Do you think I am so deceived? Or do you think you have seen my identity and my ability, and there is no fear?"
Wang Jiajia took a breath, and the trembling body was somewhat collapsed. It was entirely under my grip, and the hands behind the revenge were able to stand still.
"I am... capable... I was born here. We are here, called Heavenly Master. Yes, there are genetic factors on the blood. A heavenly master, maybe a dozen children, only one inheritance... I don't. I... When I was born, there was no inheritance.” Wang Jiajia said with difficulty. “My father is very powerful, and there are other relatives... there, there is a pure land. There is no ghost king, no... monster...”
She said, her eyes were tearful, her nose was red, her voice was sobbing.
"I want to live... I just, live..."
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