There was only silence in the room for a little while.

Wu Ling suddenly reached out his hand and took a picture of Luo Mu in a flash of lightning.

Luo Mu was a little hairy, looking up at Wu Ling, and looking at what was on his shoulders.

The piece of paper soon disappeared, as if it had been incorporated into Luo Mu’s body.

Luo Mu panicked and wanted to stop talking, like an angry little daughter-in-law, did not dare to speak, and did not dare to resist.

Wu Ling raised his hand, and a rope appeared in his hand, and the other end of the rope was tied to Luo Mu's body.

"Do as we say, and we'll let you go."Wu Ling's words are brief.

Luo Mu said, “I can’t help it anymore... that phone booth, it seems...”

“What can you do now?”Wu Ling asked.

Luo Mu thought for half a day, holding his face red, “Probably... probably able to control a little...”

“Can you control the ghosts that call the phone booth?”Wu Ling asked.

I was surprised to see Wu Ling.

Who does she want to use the phone booth?

I did not think about the intention of Wu Ling to let me bring Luo Mu.Investigate the identity of Luo Mu, study the future world, and further think that the telephone booths bound by Luo Mu have some magical effects and are not unusable.

However, Luo Mu has basically lost control of the phone booth.The phone booth seems to have become some kind of independent spirit, with its own law of action.Luo Mu is not even sure what this principle is.

Nor can I accuse Luo of being wrong.For him, everything ghosts should be normal.The emergence of the phone booth and the separation from control are normal, and he will not think about how this passes.

This is partly because of his cowardly character, on the one hand because of the environment he lived in before.

How absurd it is that the two ghosts in Cheng Jiu, and the Guangyuan Mountain ghost is as the head of the strange drama troupe in his own territory, showing how grotesque and illogical the world is.The evil spirit created the world.

For Luo Mu, the "independence" of the telephone booth is simply a matter of course.

He appeared in front of me, proving that he still wanted to control the phone booth.Whatever his purpose, it at least proved that he saw the value of that phone booth and relied on it.

“You’re still connected, it’s just that you’ve given up control.If you want, you should be able to take back some control.”Wu Ling said.

Luo Mu was a little sluggish, and his eyes were dodging again, "No... those ghosts... they ate, and those before... I, I can't... will be killed..."

I frowned.

Luo Mu said this... it seems that he had some bad experience before?

Wu Ling's tone added a little, "You can.The ghost is himself a creature who wins by willpower.You can be firm in your confidence, and with that phone booth that is from you, you can control it."

Rosie is still shaking his head.

I heard the sofa creaking.

I didn't move, and it wasn't the sound of Luo Mu.Wu Ling's words...

The breeze with the breeze blew through.

Luo Mu screamed and was brought up by something.His hand came out of my hand, and I unconsciously held my fist, but I didn’t hold it.

I turned my head and saw Luo Mu’s figure disappear into the hallway behind the door.

“This is...” I looked back at Wu Ling.

Wu Ling's hand had been put down, and the rope was gone.

"Leave it to Ye Qing."Wu Ling lightly.

The room inside seemed to close the door.

Liu Miao sat down in the empty seat beside me.

“Oh hey?Is that it?Is it possible?Is he reliable?”After the thin man gasped, he spoke, and he said a bunch of cigarettes, basically repeating the problem.

He doubted the reliability of Luo Mu.

I don’t think Luo Mu can be trusted either.

The character of Luo Mu, I am afraid, will not become a powerful ghost.He was harmless, but the phone booth... just as Luo Mu recounted the process and what he was jealous of, the phone booth came into contact with too many evil spirits and ate a lot of evil spirits, so that it had become some kind of terrible existence.There is no feeling in the breath, probably because of Luo Mu.

I still have some doubts about whether Luo Mu is acting.

Gumou asked, “Can this kid believe me?”

Liu Miao nodded, “He has no grudge on him.That's amazing, too."

Could it be a division of labor?Are those complaints about the phone booth?Or maybe there’s no complaining at all.Didn’t he say he was eaten by the phone booth?”The old man asked.

“This, it’s possible.”Liu Miao looked at the South Palace.

I noticed that the face of Nan Gongyao was very ugly, and now there were black circles and blood in his eyes.

Nan Gong Yao pushed his glasses and said, “I can’t see anything.He should not lie.The connection is also right ... He is indeed connected to something, and from the data, some instability is weakened.”

“As long as the contact is still there.He one, plus the harp one, two people is basically enough.If necessary, you can add Tang Wen's husband."Wu Ling said.

I felt the cold wind blow in my heart.

“Just call out that phone booth and use Luo Mu and his contact, and...” Wu Ling looked at me.

Which ghost do you want to bring out?Those girls?Or... ask?I wonder if my soul is gone, right?”I asked.

"No, what I want to do is to be sanctive."Wu Ling answered.

I froze.

If it is hustle and hustle...

“Are you ready to deal with the enmity of the chapter with the snorkeling?”I blurted out.

The sight of the memory of the chapter is absolutely in the bones of hate.If she knew that Zhang remembered not to die with her, she would see the memory of chapter, and the phone booth might have added to the resentful power on her...

I played a tremble.

“So, it’s bigger.”Wu Ling said lightly, "In addition, some blood from Mr. Chu is needed."

The fat man pointed to himself in surprise, “Me?What are you going to do?”

The fat man is very self-aware and knows that his flesh and blood are special.

"You don't have to do anything, just for sure."Wu Ling explained.

Liu Miao took this sentence, "The master of Zhang's memory has a brother who will raise demons and beasts."

My fat and skinny are all question marks.

"In the legend, the founder of their skill raised a dragon.That's just the legend.When he arrived at the master of Zhang, he only cultivated some monsters.It's kind of like the creatures made by eccentric scientists in science fiction movies are more powerful than ordinary beasts, they will accept manipulation, they will resist, they will go crazy, and they will be lower-minded."

Liu Miao's tone was very flat, but my mind suddenly appeared Liu Miao's experience.

The skinny exclaimed, “Is it—”

Liu Miao calmly said, "My parents died at the hands of such monsters."

For a moment I didn’t know what to say.

“That, no, not already...” The skinny stammered.

“Yes, the boss found the monster for me and destroyed it.”And the master who remembered the chapter also died in the head's hand.At that time, it was... easy to fall.”Liu Miao smiled bitterly, "Now it seems that it may still have exposed some clues."We have long been suspected.”

“Isn’t that guy dead?”The skinny man asked, “The words of the monsters...”

“Maybe it’s still alive.There is too little information in this area, which is a top secret skill.They can’t even be outside.We are not sure if Zhang and his master will be.Just be prepared.”Wu Ling replied.

Dealing with a monster with no sanity, fat man’s blood is certainly the best poison.