Thinking about it this way, his friend probably encountered it in the evening when he was walking with him, causing him to be so frightened that he rolled away and ran away.

"The solution is very simple, that is, don't touch it with your hands. Don't. Wearing gloves or whatever is useless. It's best to keep your hands behind your back and don't touch anything with your hands."

After hearing what the psychic said, my friend's wife and I didn't know what to do, but at least we now have a solution.

Just touch it and it will be fine...

I silently memorized this method.

Shortly after meeting the psychic, she moved to another city.

A few months passed and I thought of her by chance.

I originally wanted to ask her through WeChat how she is doing now.

But when I wanted to ask her on my phone, I fell silent.

I think......

She must be in danger already.

Because now, at the entrance of the company

A strange tall woman was standing there.

Her skin exuded a strange green color, and she stood quietly on the opposite side of the street, with her hair that reached the ground scattered randomly.

And others don't seem to see it at all.

"..."

As long as I don't touch it with my hands, it will be fine, I comforted myself.

But as the days passed, I found that she was very close to me.

Even as soon as I raised my head, I could hear a voice coming from behind: "You can see me...right?"

I was so scared that I simply hid at home and didn't dare to go out.

But now, that figure actually appeared in my bedroom.

She was wearing gray clothes, with black and awkward buttons tied to her clothes, which exhausted her thin waist with only bones left.

Her arms, which were longer than her knees, rested tightly on both sides of her slender legs, as if standing in a military posture.

I still couldn't see her face because her head was a little higher than the door frame.

I was driven crazy and I felt so helpless.

Finally a terrible thought came to my mind.

Go touch it...go touch it...go touch it...!

That would be a relief!

Thinking this way, my hand was almost about to touch its body.

But the next second I regained my senses and withdrew my hand.

No...no...

I suddenly remembered that the psychic said that as long as you don't touch her with your hands, it will be fine.

In this case, if...I don't have any hands...

...

"Wow, grandpa, you are scary! You are evil!"

The children who listened to the story were so frightened that they started crying, maybe because what he told was so scary.

The children around him dispersed in a hurry.

I am no exception.

But I ran away... not because I was frightened by the old man's story.

I ran very fast, and on the way to escape, I turned back and looked at him again.

But with just one glance, I saw...beside him, there seemed to be a strange woman standing there, pressing against him closely.

More than ten years later, I am already working in the city.

One day, I suddenly remembered the story told by the old man.

It has been more than ten years, is the so-called "Armless God of War" still alive?

I joked in my mind.

They are all just deceiving children, haha.

But... soon, I couldn't laugh anymore.

That thing...

what is it then?

Is it what he said?

If yes, does that mean that what has been haunting the old man has now haunted other people?

As for whether the old man who told the story is dead or not...

I think...I already know the answer.

...

"..." This guy is good at writing stories...

Yan Qianqian put the note in her hand back on the table, reached out and opened the drawer under the desk.

She didn't forget why she came here.

After searching for a while, Yan Qianqian successfully found a strange-looking key.

The key was found!

Yan Qianqian was overjoyed, grabbed the keys and was about to leave.

But as soon as she started to move, she heard heavy footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Dong dong dong!!"

"Um?"

A tall and mighty figure appeared in front of the door.

Lu Zihang had a sullen face, half-lidded his right eye and looked displeased at Yan Qianqian who had illegally entered the house.

He tilted his neck and stared at Yan Qianqian. He did not stop, but approached her.

Yan Qianqian was startled by the sudden appearance of Lu Zihang.

She understood that he was definitely not here to reminisce, because the actions the system asked her to make meant that the two of them were going to conflict.

"boom!"

The shotgun in his hand spurted tongues of fire at Lu Zihang's body!

But the power of the shotgun was not enough to make Lu Zihang, whose body had been strengthened by parasites, take half a step back.

The surface of his body was covered with shrapnel, but he was still able to step in front of Yan Qianqian.

Lu Zihang made a collision and pushed Yan Qianqian directly against the wall. Unprepared, Yan Qianqian was pushed against the wall, and the shotgun in her hand flew to the corner of the wall.

Then, Lu Zihang reached out and grabbed her neck, slowly lifting her up.

Yan Qianqian immediately struggled, grabbing Lu Zihang's thick arm with her own hands, trying to break free from his restraints.

Lu Zihang calmly pinched her and carried her to the window, using the sunlight to look into her pupils.

I saw that the whites of Yan Qianqian's eyes were covered with black threads, and those threads were like living creatures, swimming on the surface of her eyeballs.

"Your blood has received the holy gift!"

Just when Lu Zihang was considering whether to throw Yan Qianqian directly downstairs, a gunshot sounded in his ears.

"boom!!"

The glass next to him shattered, and the hat on his head was knocked off by a bullet.

He looked out the window subconsciously.

What came into view was a beautiful figure in a tight red denim skirt. She was hanging in front of the window with a rope gun, and the pistol in her hand was pointed at his head.

Two more bangs!

She fired without hesitation.

Lu Zihang frowned and threw Yan Qianqian on the bed by the wall. After glaring at the people outside the window, he walked out of the door.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough."

Yan Qianqian was thrown on the bed and coughed. She covered her neck and gasped for air.

After she recovered, Yan Qianqian got out of bed and picked up the shotgun. She looked at the door where Lu Zihang left and muttered:

"Holy gift? In my blood?"

She was still confused when a sound came from the communicator next to her ear.

Well...it's better to come early than to come by chance.

"Didi."

"Call Vulture One. Lao Lao has obtained relevant information about Luis Serra. He was once a researcher at Umbrella Corporation."

"Umbrella? If I had known better, I should have let him rot in the bag!"

Yan Qianqian was filled with indignation. Although she didn't know exactly what the Umbrella Company was, she must be a bad guy!

"Haha, I'm sending you the details now. Take a look at it when you have time, but don't forget that the first priority is the young eagle!"
Chapter completed!