The ghosts fell into deep thoughts when they listened to the words of the hanged ghost.

Even Zhang Shuo is thinking about the words of the hanged ghost now.

Zhang Shuo looked at the black and white impermanence and asked, "What do you think?"

Bai Wuchang signaled Hei Wuchang, who had been stuck on the side but was not very sociable. Hei Wuchang then said in a muffled voice:

"In fact, it's very simple. Most spirits that can be formed but not dissipated are mostly supported by resentment. The stronger the resentment, the stronger their strength, but resentment will in turn restrict their own realm."

"So most ghosts have no way to break through their own strength, and they don't even know that they can improve their strength."

"Now, the hanged ghost has avenged his knot and untied it, and the shackles of his realm disappear. After replenishing the yin energy, he will naturally break through. However, if he didn't have so many resources from his master, he would probably not even know that he could break through himself!"

Hei Wuchang is not talking, but he talks in a long and long way.

But the ghosts also understood the reason.

Zhang Shuo's eyes flashed even more.

According to Hei Wuchang, in a simple sentence, he hangs the devil and takes revenge, so he is promoted.

The direct benefit of the upgrade of the Hang Ghost is the increase in its value, which is no different from Zhang Shuo's income.

Zhang Shuo naturally was happy to see it.

Zhang Shuo looked at the starving ghosts and the others.

Since the hanged ghost has been revenge and has been directly promoted, can the other ghosts behave in the same way?

And for some reason, there are no evil spirits in the system that are higher than the wild ghost level to exchange. Just as the Hang Ghosts and the others have improved their strength. If they are stronger, they can also be more exaggerated when they are scared.

Zhang Shuo looked at the starving ghosts and asked:

"So tell me, you have any knots or hate others. If this can help you improve your strength, then I will naturally support you."

The ghosts nodded one after another, and while moved, they hurriedly thought about where their hearts were.

"I have no knots, I'm starved to death."

The starving ghost was the first to come up with the result. He sighed and continued:

"And, the era I lived in was eighty years ago. Even if I had enemies, they would have died long ago!"

After the starving ghost said that, he sighed again and stopped talking.

The skinned ghost said:

"I have an enemy, but the era I live in is even further away. It has been hundreds of years and I have nowhere to find it."

Bixiandao:

"I was a pheasant at the beginning, and I was dead."

As soon as the Bixian finished speaking, everyone and the ghost looked over in surprise.

This pen fairy is very alternative.

It's actually...it's so good.

Even Zhang Shuo really didn't expect it.

Zhang Shuo held back his smile and asked seriously:

"In theory, how could your profession... have such a great resentment?"

This is a pen immortal of the wild ghost level. Compared with the other wild ghosts, it is not much worse. Referring to the grievances of the hanged ghost, the pen immortal should also have great resentment.

Bixian nodded.

"Yes, I have someone I hate very much."

"At the beginning, I was just a foot wash girl. A colleague was very enthusiastic about me. Gradually, I trusted her. But when she approached me, she had a purpose! She gave me medicine, and my body was defiled by a man she had found!"

Bixian's hatred saying:

"I ran for a while, and then I broke the jar and made that line. Because I was more obedient and looked better than her, I soon looked at me and there were fewer people looking for her. At this time, she attacked me again."

"The food she gave me was dripping with the blood of AIDS patients, which made me infected with AIDS. After those guests knew about it, they beat me to death... I will never forget it. Before she died, she stood in front of me with the sneer!"

As Bixian spoke, her whole body began to tremble, and there were signs of uncontrollable evil spirits, and the surrounding tables and chairs were washed away.

Hei Bai Wuchang snorted coldly, and Bai Wuchang waved the soul-catching rod out of thin air. The air in the room suddenly seemed to stagnate, and the evil aura on Bixian was forcibly suppressed back.

Hei Wuchang shouted angrily, shocking the ghost body to the unstable and his eyes were confused.

Only then did the Bixian gradually recover.

She said to Zhang Shuo:

"Sorry, Master, I didn't control myself for a while."

Zhang Shuo waved his hand and said:

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Shuo was able to understand the anger in Bixian's heart. It is really sad that he was murdered several times and died so miserably. The most important thing is that the woman who murdered Bixian did not have any deep hatred and Bixian.

Just because of the jealousy of women, they will take such ruthless actions and harm others' lives. Such people have become bad enough to the core.

Zhang Shuo nodded and said:

"Okay, the next goal of the action is to avenge Bixian. Next, you will search for the traces of her enemies with Bixian!"

The ghosts nodded one after another.

Zhang Shuo looked at the last one, the wandering soul-level pen immortal.

Nowadays, it is rare. Most of the time, I am taking on shooting tasks and showing a clearer and more comprehensive perspective with Zhang Shuo.

But it was also the first ghost to be exchanged for Zhang Shuo, and it made an indelible contribution to Zhang Shuo's "first pot of gold".

Zhang Shuo asked:

"Where are you, tell me if you have any grievances."

The wandering soul-level pen immortal was a little frightened.

It actually has no sense of existence now, but Zhang Shuo didn't expect that he would ask about it evenly.

In my heart, Bixian said:

"I actually don't have much resentment. If you want to say anything, I want to know who killed me."

"Um?"

The ghosts looked at the Wandering Soul Pen Fairy in surprise. This guy usually looked stupid, but it turned out... he was really stupid.

I don’t even know who it hurts?

The Way of the Wandering Soul Pen Immortal:

"I went to the zoo that day. When I arrived at Bear Mountain, someone suddenly pushed me from behind and let me fall in. I shouted for help at that time, but no one saved me. I was bitten to death by several bears."

The ghosts looked at each other, all of them were confused.

Zhang Shuo smiled bitterly and looked at the Wanhun Pen Immortal helplessly.

I didn't expect it to die so strangely, but thinking about it, its way of dying is indeed quite miserable, no wonder it has some resentment.

The Wandering Pen Fairy looked at Zhang Shuo with some embarrassment and said:

"Master, don't worry about me anymore. I'm very satisfied now and have no idea of ​​taking revenge."

Zhang Shuo laughed, shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, it's not difficult to use at most. Everyone just comes one by one."

Zhang Shuo looked at the starving ghost and said:

"Start with you."

"I?"

The starving ghost was shocked. It originally thought that it had no resentment and naturally had no hope of improving its strength, but it did not expect that Zhang Shuo would be the first to solve the problem for it?

Zhang Shuo smiled and said:

"Although you have no resentment, it does not mean you have no obsession. This is the knot in your heart!"
Chapter completed!