The screams made my heart tremble.

After a brief thriller, I saw the skinny and fat man’s face.

Both men looked at me with concern.

This scene is not the first time I have seen it.

I rubbed the swollen temple and pressed my ear with my palms.The scream still reverberated in the head, and the magic sound filled the brain, lingering.

The skinny handed me the water.

I swallowed a few sips of water and I felt a little more comfortable.

I exhaled and told the thin and fat people all the phantoms I had just seen.

To be precise, those scenarios are not phantoms, but real things that happen.The time and place of things that happened was far from me.The imprint of Hyster shows me what happened in the past and the present, in another corner of the city.

Unlike dreams, I didn’t make an emotional connection with those strangers, I was just a spectator.In addition to having experienced so many spiritual events, I am no longer afraid of this death.

I narrated it sensibly, and finally added my own analysis.

“The demon king and the demon king must have been in conflict.It’s the performance of Hyster, something I don’t understand.Even if her existence, her consciousness, will be influenced by the ghost king, and it will change... in fact, it has no effect?I think about the future world.

The guide in Huixiang and the taxi driver, Song Yan, were afraid of death.They fought, and after they failed, they became ghosts and became ghost kings.

Luo Mu may not have protested, but he did not want to die.

And the ordinary people I saw...

This proves that people in the future world know no different about death than they do now.

In contrast, some of the things that happen in the real world are incredible.

Nguyen Han and Zhao Hang were moved by the old-fashioned ghost's men, and the neck was killed; Nantian's brain powder directly chose to commit suicide and become ghosts to attack Gu Yan; and the courier ghosts' men, those people were voluntarily turned into ghosts...

There will certainly be such people in the future world, but such people are undoubtedly a minority.

There are people like that in the real world, and such people should be a minority.

Hystert didn’t need to react that much.

"That phone..." the fat man muttered, "the Hadnett relied on the investment network originally established by the wealth of the four seas to control communication?"

I nodded, a flash of light in my head, “You mean...”

"That network, originally prepared for the south sky to keep for their own use."The fat man said, "Southern Heaven died, was drilled by Hystert, and took directly the results of the South Sky."

In other words, the method of killing that Hadsett now used was originally reserved for the ghost king.

I had forgotten about this before.

In this way, the conflict twice can make sense.

I thought about it and shook my head, “It doesn’t really matter.I just don’t understand why Monsieur is crying.It's not always acting... her image is not the kind of character that cries."

That sad, I can feel it just by looking.

The skinny man asked, “I said, is she really sad?”

I looked at him with the fat man.

“Isn’t she a spirit?And it is not the spirit that the dead become, the spirit that is directly born.She doesn’t have that personal feeling, does she?She is death, she is what people think of death.She’s going to cry because it’s because of people’s consciousness?”

That explanation sounds reasonable.But Hadsett had been around for so long.People’s thoughts, imaginations, expectations, perceptions of death... can these still affect her mood?One person is sad about death, and a hundred people are sad about death, can't have a direct impact on her?

I found my phone and asked, “Has there been a disaster lately?”Only when that happens will a lot of people have that kind of emotion, right?”

Holding the phone, I was about to search, but I was stopped by the skinny.

“It doesn’t matter if you use your phone now, does it?”Not answering the phone?Will she look at us?”The skinny asked worriedly.

I move for a while.

This issue has been neglected.

I also subconsciously regarded Hadesett as a partner on the same front.At least, Hyster was not malicious to me.

But now, Hyster seems to be caught up in an undifferentiated pattern of killing.

Kill Zheng Jia, Zheng Jia's husband, Zheng Jia's husband's colleague... and the telecom fraudster I have never seen before...

This is really a plague-like killing model, which is not reasonable at all.

There was a cold sweat on my back.

“Don’t answer the phone first.I talk to home.And Chen Xiaoqiu, they...” I immediately made a decision.

The fat and the skinny also act quickly.

We dare not call, only by sending a message to remind relatives and friends.

After that, I searched the internet for news.

There have been no natural disasters recently.It should be said that several recent news reports of the accident, are related to ghosts, I have been involved.

Not finding the expected answer was a bit disappointing.

I looked at the hand.

The imprint left by Hystert is still there, but it does not feel pain again.

What’s in that office, I don’t know.

Probably dead.

When I think this way, I don't have any emotions, just very rational and very calmly guess.

In the past, I would have been afraid of this kind of calmness of myself, and now I have no similar idea at all.

I’m just worried about the change in Hyster.

She is not Han.Han Yun is the spirit of the children.Even if it happens before that, it can be resolved.

The change in Hadsett is to be more destructive.At the same time, she is unlikely to sacrifice herself and change the situation by her own will.

I looked at the mark of my hand and reaffirmed my own thoughts.

Hyster has given up.

She will fight the ghost king, but she will not be able to save the world.

The skinny man suddenly called and put the phone in front of us.

“Look at this!This!”

The phone screen shows a danching lens that looks scary.

The sound and the picture are not clear.

The photographer adjusted the focal length.

The skinny made the video sound to the maximum.

I saw a woman sitting on the ground, holding her legs, the makeup on her face crying, and the wretched marks left behind after a wiping.

Still, I recognized each other’s identity.

“The man in the office...”

When I heard the sound of my words, I heard the buzzing cry and the sound of the squirrel in the video.

The woman’s eyes were straight, staring at the ground, and opening her mouth at this moment.

“My phone... the call I got, the ex-boyfriend called...he’s dead...he’s dead... my classmates introduced us to each other.After the breakup, I knew... he was dead long ago.

The woman repeated this sentence, like a demon, only this thought was left in her head, unknowingly blurted out, repeated many times, so that the listener felt cold in her heart.