My eyes see through time and space, and I see the soul behind this three-dimensional humanoid.

Those souls are dressed differently and stand side by side, making people look like a volume of historical paintings.

“A thousand or two thousand years?”I guess, "Or sooner... you're here."

Self-guided performance of the spiritual event, leaving behind cursed items with mysterious legends, and then sold it many years later.

That’s what the devil’s interest is in front of him.

And those who are obsessed with legends are his source of strength.

It’s actually a very fragmented, very thin force.

If there is no such person as a thin man, there is no such thing as a ghost language, and what he sells has no psychic power.Among the things he sells, there are even many fakes that are self-produced and sold.

No, not so.

I looked at the changes in my eyes, and my heart pounded.

I turned and turned to look at the skinny.

All I see is the skinny soul chain, and I am still using the ability of Nan Gongyao.

It made me lose my ordinary visual ability.

But I still saw the fat figure behind the skinny.Just that two laps bigger than most chains made me determine each other’s identity.

I tried to control the strength in my body, and my mouth cried out, “Be careful!”

The black and white color receded like a tide, and before I retreated, I saw that black covered the chains of the fat shopkeeper and swallowed it completely.

Normal things appear in front of you.

I have stepped forward.

The thin man also reacted through my reminder, turning his head to see the fat shopkeeper who rushed, and wanted to hide next to him.

He stepped over to the next shelf.

The fat shopkeeper did not have a flexible and healthy posture, and the action was somewhat sluggishly trying to pursue.The flesh on his stomach and face was shaking.It was impossible to catch the skinny before I intercepted it.

I caught a glimpse of black in my afterglow, shuffling badly, and on one side, I saw on the shelf in front of the skinny, a blue hand model that looked like a plastic toy suddenly caught the skinny head.

The thin man shouted, and the fingers pressed on the head of the brain almost poked into his head.

I couldn't care for anything else, flew on the fat store manager, and my ability suddenly started.

Without the blink of an eye, the figure of the fat shopkeeper disappeared, not even with his clothes left.

I fell to the ground and turned to look, and the hand was still clutching the thin man’s head.

Another rabbit specimen on the shelf also suddenly came alive, staring at the skinny with red eyes, revealing the pair of rabbit teeth.It jumped on the skinny, teeth biting into the skinny clothes.

My brain is very clear at the moment.

I knew I had erased the hand and the rabbit, and could not kill the demon king.

The problem is not with these items, but with the ghost king.

My hand was pressed to the ground, and the ability to pour into the ground through my arms and palms.

The walls of the room turned black, which was visible to the naked eye, enveloped me and the skinny inside.

I saw the face of the ghost king.

“White ...” the skinny man shouted in shock.

“Not white!”I gritted my teeth and said, “It’s not the store manager.You have no face, no real face!It doesn't look like you anymore."

It is a dreamer, giving himself such a name, giving up his original identity, but constantly building another spiritual story.

The face of Qi Bai appeared angry, and then became pure impregnation, roaring to me.

It has no face, no fixed image, just a clutter.But this tidly is too big.My ability to act on this pussy is like plowing an onion in a patient and meticulous layer by layer.

The ability of Nan Gongyao was driven, and I saw countless faces that emerged and disappeared in that pussy.

People who are as obsessed with spiritual stories as dreamers are, the protagonists of the alien stories created by the dreamers, the people he kills, his guests, the first-handers of the real strange events he finds...

These people have left a deep imprint on the ghost of the dreamers.

It did not devour these souls, and all it wanted now was the skinny one soul.

The ability of a thin man can complement its ability.The ability of the two is actually similar.It is just that the dream weaver relies on the pussy to keep the objects he collects to maintain a spiritual effect.If it does not apply its own fray on those objects, even if these items are really things used at the time of the event of a spiritual event, they will not necessarily leave that effect of curses, shelter, etc.Real objects are scarce, after all.

And the ability of thin people, in this regard has the same effect.

The power of the devil, the ability of the master... God's ability!

It was originally from the same source!

That sight appeared again.

This time I didn’t put my mind into that line of sight, just to push my ability.

The ability is poured on the filth of the dreamer, and those faces are erased.

The goods on the shelves flew, but they disappeared before they came into contact with me.

The rabbits and ghosts on the skinny man also disappeared.

He fell to his knees, covered the place where he had just been injured, and looked at me nervously.

“It is over.”I whispered.

No matter how strong the nigger is, the dreamer is just a ghost king without himself.

I can feel its weakness.

Although it may think it is very powerful, even after I chased after I chased the second branch, I jumped out in an unstoppable way.

“Oh, hey—” There came a roar in the pussy.

I looked at the last troll I had.

It was a middle-aged man with hair and a beard, his eyes dark and cloudy.

I felt the pull of the soul, and in the middle of my mind, I saw many images that were fleeting.

There is not much power left to go any further, but another force has come into my body.

Behind the dreamer opened a black hole, countless hands reached out, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn into pieces.

“He’s—Qig, he’s dead?”The skinny came to me.

I nodded and looked at the thin hand, “Is it okay?”

"It's okay.It didn't break."The skinny man said, showing me his wounds.

In fact, there are two layers of clothing with wounds, and the warm underwear has not been bitten by the rabbit.As for the ghost hand, he left a few fingerprints on the skinny forehead and did not break his head.

"It seems to be weak."The skinny touched the fingerprints on his head.

“Well, it was weak.”I sighed softly.

“What’s the matter, Chico?”The thin man asked me suspiciously, and suddenly looked at the two bodies on the ground, "Uh, this..."

“I don’t have a headache for the body.Upstairs in my house, in Xu Tiancheng’s house, there are more bodies.

I didn’t even think I would resurrect these two.

The fat shopkeeper has been completely erased by me, and it is difficult to find it back.Now the two boys are resurrected, there are also a lot of trouble, no less than two more corpses.

I have no compassion for them.

In fact, I have no sympathy for any of the dead.

I looked at my hands, I saw the chains of my soul, and thought of what I had just seen.

Stechmberg... this is the name and identity that the dreamer has abandoned.