The factory is not big, and the dozen employees inside are not living people, but walking zombies!

I was a little shocked. Although I had seen many unimaginable supernatural events, I have never seen such factories use dead people as employees!

"Why does it feel so silly?" Tian Weimin didn't see the clues, but instinctively shrank his neck, then looked at the factory that was dark and had no open windows.

"Hehe, it's all gone into the pile of dead people. Do you think it's yin or not?" The fat man laughed strangely and frowned and said, "Where is that Wen Fang? You can't be a zombie, right?"

I was also a little surprised, so I asked Mei Liangxin and Qin Shou to accompany Tian Weimin to find Wenfang, and then searched in the workshop with Fatty Yuwei and the others.

Among those bundles of ghost coins, there was nothing we were looking for. On the assembly line workbench, many fat people seemed to be smiling at us.

"It was indeed produced here!" The fat man sneered.

I went straight to the front end of the production line, and took off the template on an old machine. The template was exactly the same as this kind of ghost coins.

The fat man pulled the template and wanted to slap it, but unfortunately, this thing was as hard as steel. Even the fat man's Luoyang shovel could not shake it, which made us secretly shocked.

"Let me see!" Yu Wei frowned, looking at the template in the fat man's hand with uncertainty, then took it and looked over and over again.

However, I don’t know if it was disturbed by the corpse air hidden on Yuwei, but on the template, the fat man’s face was still twisting and gradually turned into struggle.

Finally, we have a kind of feeling, that mouth, and the feeling of wanting to bite Yuwei's fingers

"Sister-in-law, let me see!" For some reason, Ren Shuai, who was in the daytime, suddenly stretched out his hand and took the template over.

We were all a little curious. At this moment, Ren Shuai was obviously not very similar to usual, with a solemn look, as if he was facing the Blood Zombie King that time. The only difference was that there was no strange sign on his eyebrows.

Even Yuwei looked at Ren Shuai with some curiosity, her eyes full of surprise.

I was a little happy and a little confused. Since Yu Wei could show such anticipation, I am afraid that this laughing ghost who was laughing at me was really not simple! I think of the previous entry into the Southern Black Mansion and being like entering the realm of no one, it makes people even more suspicious.

This guy's expression was so serious that it made people feel a little uncomfortable, but his actions made people feel even more weird.

I saw this guy stretched out his ghost claws and clenched into the eyes of the fat man's avatar on the template.

"Damn!" The fat man shivered, and actually rubbed his eyes suddenly, and said in horror: "What's going on? You're picking the template, why do my eyes hurt so much?"

Ren Shuai turned around and nodded calmly to the fat man. At this moment, the golden mark on his forehead lit up silently.

And his hand was also scattered again, and a black silk thread was pulled out by him.

"What is this?" The fat man was stunned, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and said, "It seems that his whole body has been much more relaxed!"

Yuwei and I looked at each other, and our eyes were condensed, and we felt a little scared.

It is obvious that the silk thread that was pulled out by Ren Shuai just now has an extremely close relationship with the fat man, and it may not have had any impact on the fat man twice, but none of us noticed that even the strongest Gu Moru had no sense of it.

At this time, there had been no movement in my body for a long time. The Ghost Lord Order, which seemed to be increasingly difficult to shake, actually moved. Moreover, without my mobilization, I floated out of my body and floated above the fat man's head.

For some reason, at this moment, I felt like looking down in the Pluto Mansion again. Although my vision was limited because of the factory, the entire factory was like in a magnifying glass.

Under this visual environment, I actually saw an invisible mist flowing slowly above the fat man's head.

In that mist, I felt a sense of danger.

Because of worrying about me, Yuwei instinctively grabbed my hand. At this moment, the two forces in our bodies reached the most thorough resonance, and even she saw the black air at this moment.

I stepped forward and controlled the Thunder Fist just right, and the Fist blew away the black air.

The fat man finally realized something was wrong, and suddenly woke up, looking at the mist dissipating above his head in horror.

"Bang!"

I was talking to me, but I heard a muffled sound. I looked back and saw Xiao Shuangshuang kneeling on the ground with a pale face, her face was in a panic and terrified manner.

And Ren Shuai was staring at the silk thread, not knowing Xiao Shuangshuang's abnormality at all.

"Shuangshuang, are you?"

Yuwei wanted to let me go and help Xiao Shuangshuang, but found that our hands were as if they were stuck and could not break free. Yuwei pulled me and walked to Xiao Shuangshuang, and helped her up.

However, her legs continued to tremble and her face showed no sign of improvement.

"What's going on?" I was a little puzzled.

Xiao Shuangshuang's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just raised his head and looked up at the Ghost Lord's Order with a panic look.

I was shocked. Could she be suppressed by the breath of the Ghost Lord?

However, no one could give me an answer. Instead, the silent Ren Shuai finally spoke:

"This is a hair!"

"Hair?" The fat man jumped up excitedly when he heard this, but his eyes were confused.

"Not bad, and it's a ghost hair," Ren Shuai said in a tone that made me feel both strange and familiar.

This sound faintly overlaps with a sound in my memory, but when I was thinking about it,

boom!

I finally could control the Ghost Lord Order. After I pulled it back, the template shattered. Fortunately, Ren Shuai was not weak and blocked the impact of those slags.

Gradually, a blurry black fog face appeared in the sky of the factory. The face was a little old, but it seemed that it should be a woman or an old woman.

"Damn it! Isn't this North Pluto?"

My head flashed with a flash of inspiration, and finally coincided with the one I saw in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and I was so surprised that I swear.

I really scratched my head and never thought that the culprit of the fat man's avatar would be Bei Ming! At least, it is also closely related to Bei Ming!

"Fatty, I want you to die without a place to bury you, and you will never be resurrected haha"
Chapter completed!