The couple betrayed them. Chen Xiaoqiu both said it was right.

And what Chen Xiaoqiu said is also very easy to understand.

Ye Qing once did something similar, and the great wizard who turned into a demon also did something similar.

By erasing some proofs of your existence in the world, your soul can gain some privilege. It is a bit like the old saying: "Jump out of the three realms and not in the five elements."

These ghosts who ran out of the underworld were planning to do this.

When they succeed, it may be the real moment of demons dancing.

I think it's dangerous, and Wu Ling and the others also have serious expressions, probably because they have the same idea as me.

The couple was not as cunning as that. Maybe it was because the other ghosts said something to them, which gave them a sense of confidentiality. The secret was exposed and they were at a loss.

"Can you meet the person who is leading you?" Wu Ling asked.

The couple looked at each other and could not make a decision.

"We don't know...we don't see him very much. He..." They wanted to speak but stopped, with timidity and escape in their expressions.

They are not willing to meet people who have the right to speak here. They may not want to be in this situation when we pass the microphone.

Wu Ling said: "You can't leave here. We can just convince some people to close the area. Poisonous gases, toxic liquids leak, excessive radiation, or become a construction site... You may not understand these words, but some of you must understand."

It is indeed not difficult to close a factory area.

Wu Ling can find the relationship within the supernatural circle. Even if Wu Ling can't find anyone, through Chen Xiaoqiu's uncle Chen Yihan, we can do something to prevent Song Xian from sending the ashes. If he is a little more despicable and directly dismantle the ashes in Song Xian's hand, Song Xian may not be able to discover them.

The couple was not particularly smart, at least they could not think of a way out at this moment, or even could not react appropriately to cover up their fears.

Under Wu Ling's strength, they could only choose to be the transmission microphone.

However, before they could leave, I saw the figures coming from the end of the road.

The headlights suddenly lit up in the factory area, the street lights in the factory area lighted up, and the lights in the buildings in the factory area also lighted up, and the lights shot out from the windows.

In such a bright environment, the figure becomes clear.

He is very old and has a crutch, but his steps are steady and powerful. His silver hair is meticulously combed behind his head, revealing his wrinkled forehead. He is wearing gold-rimmed glasses. Looking at the lenses, he is not very deep. The glasses are slightly reflective, making it difficult to see his eyes.

This man's dress is as particular as his hairstyle. He has an old-fashioned suit triangle, no tie, and a bow tie. The pocket of the top also reveals the chain of the pocket watch. The clothes are straight and the leather shoes are shiny.

He walked very lightly. Only when he walked closer could he hear the footsteps of his leather shoes falling to the ground and the slight sound of his crutches hitting the ground.

The couple had already stepped aside in fear and fear, bowed their heads and bowed, and were very humble, and their bodies were trembling slightly, revealing their fear of this person.

The young man in the security room suddenly appeared beside the couple, posing in the same posture and trembling as the same slightest.

"Hello, young man." The old man said hello to us in a deep voice.

His aura was not strong, and he did not have a condescending attitude, but instead showed a kind smile.

"Where is that ghost that caused people to be injured now?" Liu Miao asked unexpectedly.

I don't understand his problem.

The old man's smile deepened, and he immediately calmed down and sighed, "I'm sorry. I didn't expect that there was such a person in Wanshou Cemetery. He had already gone to where he should go."

The three ghosts standing in a row were trembling even more violently.

They said nothing, lowered their heads deeper, so that they could only see the hearts on their heads.

"Where should I go?" Liu Miao asked.

"Yes. Kill people to pay for their lives, and pay for their debts. I believe in this simplest fairness. Of course, we cannot ignore the differences between individuals. Some people lose one leg and can survive strongly and achieve a career. Some people lose one leg and will only force themselves into desperate situations and exhaust their lives." The old man said very seriously.

I couldn't help but shivered.

It was not because of what he said, but because of the tone of what he said.

That kind of politeness is a kind of indifference. He doesn't care about the person hurt by the ghost, nor does he care about the life or death of the ghost.

Liu Miao looked at the old man several times, as if he was about to see a flower.

The old man stood there with his back a little hunched, but his legs were straight, not angry, and he looked at Liu Miao openly.

Liu Miao withdrew his gaze.

The old man laughed, "Is it strange, right? You should have special abilities. You don't understand why people like me appear in the Wanshou Cemetery. I should be your kind."

I was shocked, subconsciously looked at Liu Miao, and glanced at Nangong Yao again. What did the two of them see? Nangong Yao was unable to interpret the abstract numbers and lines he saw for the time being, but Liu Miao could fully understand the resentful soul he saw behind the old man.

The old man explained kindly: "It's actually very simple. I have a clear conscience. Everything I do follows the standards I agree with. Some of this standard meets the standards in this world. What I am different from you is that you know that you are doing something wrong, but you have to do it. I don't feel that you are doing something wrong. Well, this is not a good thing either." He laughed softly, "So, look, I'm here now, you're there."

He lifted the crutch in his hand and drew a horizontal line.

I lowered my head and saw the mark left by the big iron gate on the ground.

"What happened in the underworld?" Wu Ling asked.

"It's nothing," the old man changed his tone and said lightly, "Changes will always happen sooner or later."

"So, what's next?" Wu Ling asked again.

The old man raised his eyelids, his expression was still very relaxed, smiling, "It depends on which side can make a profit from the change and which side can finally win."

My body was shocked, as if it was over electricity, and I thought of my previous guesses in my mind.

Those new things, that future world, and the demon dance that Ye Qing had just mentioned recently.

Living people and ghosts must go their separate ways and become two completely different species and fight for their own rights?

This thought made me a little dizzy.

I have to say that when I thought of these, the ghosts I saw were not evil ghosts or evil ghosts, and they were almost the same. Any ghost from the future was not human. They may have retained human nature, but what they wanted was not what people pursue. This difference is very obvious. Even if they were fighting for power and profit, what they needed was the power itself, not the wealth, status, worship and other appendages brought by power. And their power was basically the same, which was to determine the life and death of others.

Cheng Jiu, the second-largest person, is also a ghost who has absolute power in his territory.

Most importantly, they are a minority.

Living people can live with such ghosts. Follow the rules they set, wander around the gates of hell every day, and live carefully.

But these ghosts in front of you...

I can't see that they have plans to kill. They are more like another form of people.
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