Hua Subai turned around as if he was feeling something, and there was an empty space behind him.
But he knew that those inhuman things were standing around, staring at him all the time with that strange look.
He turned around and didn't care.
No matter what those things are to be done, he will always have a way to deal with it when they are exposed.
The red-clothed ghost on the trouser legs twisted his neck stiffly, and the broken bones made a cracking sound. With a slight movement, the sound of collision and blocking sound came.
A twisted arm tried to pluck up, and successfully dyed the fabric on Hua Su's white knees dirty.
So Hua Subai turned his attention back to them and said lovingly: "Oh... don't be so anxious. You are much luckier than the guy who was torn off by Medusa. At least, someone knows who you are."
"It's just a little bit of misfortune... because I won't tear off your face until I'm happy."
The ghost in red heard this and pulled Hua Subai's legs in pain. What conveyed in the movement was not resentment, but prayer.
The audience... all guessed wrongly.
They still think Hua Subai is too "kind".
It’s not that Hua Subai can’t kill Hongyi even if he uses all his methods, but Hua Subai wants to torture them unscrupulously without giving them free.
They tried desperately to wrangle Hua Subai just to ask him to tear off their already-grown faces and let them completely dissipate.
Hua Subai finally laughed happily and said to himself: "How great would you have asked me from the beginning... I don't mind being a good person."
"You are just afraid and know that you can't kill me anymore, so you realize how painful it is to be a ghost, right?"
"If you can kill me, you will only kill me with excitement and then make your face stronger."
"How is it possible...you can take advantage of all the benefits, ah?"
Hua Subai muttered to himself here, and his pace did not stop.
The system had informed him of the information about the "old story" of the side mission. He walked to the center of the private room and touched a pair of crossed chopsticks entangled with special breath on the dining table.
A scent of food suddenly came from the air.
It seemed as if a fog was quietly pushed away, and there were dishes with all colors and fragrances on the dining table. The duck skin was crispy and golden, the potatoes were roasted, and the sweet and sour pork ribs were served on a white porcelain plate, bringing a rich sweetness.
The ubiquitous blood marks and fierce aura also quietly retreated,
Hua Subai, who had not eaten a bite of rice, didn't even look at it, and his eyes fell to the dining table, and a translucent phantom slowly condensed.
The phantom seemed to have just taken back his fingers from the same pair of chopsticks, muttering: "Mingzhu's family is likely to be killed. Did Fang Deming do it or Fang Xiao..."
As he was talking, the phantom turned around and met Hua Subai's sight.
The other party had black hair and was neither long nor short. He had a pair of glasses with gold chains hanging down on his nose. The coat was naturally drooping, and an elongated painted tube was hung on one side of his waist and abdomen.
It cannot be said that it looks familiar, after all, it has only been a short while since we were separated.
"?"
"Why are you here?"
The phantom narrowed his eyes.
Hua Subai was also stunned, and then immediately closed the morbidity on his face, regaining the gentle temperament of the flower shop owner, and said slowly: "Maybe it because we touched the same thing at the same time, is this fate?"
Translucent Yu Xing: "..."
Hua Subai was hit by this unexpected joy, and his whole mood was obviously blooming. He confirmed Yu Xing's state, and then: "Ah Xing, it seems that when he is in the same private room, there is a chance that the old thing will be overlapping."
"Is your space okay?"
Yu Xing didn't agree. Although he didn't expect to suddenly meet Hua Subai during the old task, it was originally the same space, and it was not difficult to understand that something could overlap if it met specific conditions.
The chopsticks on the table were already the third object he touched. In addition to the first candlelight, the second reactive thing he encountered was a suitcase placed in the corner of the house.
The suitcase looked normal, but there were unwiped bloodstains hidden at the bottom. The shadows condensed were very chaotic. Only the scene of the figure shaking, and the sounds of talking in the candlelight came from it, but those sounds were screaming in horror.
That's why he speculated that Mingzhu's family should have been killed after expressing their dissatisfaction with the other party's mansion.
Without these family members who thought about Mingzhu, Mingzhu finally married into the Fang Mansion. She just didn't know what she thought about her family's death. She was voluntarily married, or was forced to marry without someone to support her.
He replied: "It's great. After the fog dissipated, I encountered no danger. I directly opened the branch line. The phantom in the room could not see me at all, and it was more like a presentation."
Yu Xing glanced down and showed a clear look: "It seems that your side is not peaceful."
Hua Subai suddenly felt the heaviness of his legs at this moment. All the thoughts in his mind that he wanted to continue to torture the red-clothed ghost in his mind were dissipated, leaving only one thought.
——These two things are so inappropriate. They attacked me first, so why are they pretending to be miserable?
"Look, they pestered me and made me walk slowly. You got so many clues..." The poor boss Hua spread his hands with a faint helplessness and said that he had not missed the words Yu Xing muttered just now, "I just entered the door and didn't have time to see anything."
"Then why don't you pick them up? Keep them as toys?" Yu Xing hit the nail on the head, but looking at his expression, he just said it casually.
Hua Subai would not admit this. He quietly wiped the blood on his hands on the hem of his clothes and said in a tone of "I want to do this too, but I have concerns":
"After all, they were also deducers, and now they don't know the reason for becoming ghosts. What if there is any rescue? I originally wanted to keep them to see if there will be some changes in this scene. If I can figure out the conditions for ghosting, I will be able to avoid one restriction in the future."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Yu Xing looked at the tragic situation of the two red clothes carefully. After thinking about it, he probably couldn't help it. Maybe they didn't want to live like this. The most important thing is that they are time bombs that may hinder him.
"Forget it, there is no need, I don't think it works."
After receiving this sentence, Hua Subai's eyebrows drooped, and he was gentle and compassionate: "...yes, they are in pain."
At that moment, he squatted down and looked at the empty eyes of the red-clothed ghost.
Then, he covered his palms and wrapped his five fingers with extremely small thorny vines and tore them down.
A broken face fell off like this.
The red robe suddenly turned into flesh and blood and began to squirm, as if it was about to copy the blood mist explosion of the flesh and blood ghost after the death of the backyard.
"Oh... rest in peace." The culprit who tortured the ghost blessed hypocritically. The flower vine suddenly pierced into the flesh and blood and sucked greedily. The pile of flesh and blood quickly lost its blood color, leaving only the shriveled jerky.
The blood-sucking vines stood up tremblingly, and a delicate little red flower bloomed from the top.
The blood mist that Medusa had to avoid was easily resolved here in Hua Subai.
Hua Subai looked up at Yu Xing and found that Yu Xing had watched the whole process. He curled his lips in a pretty good mood, and made the case according to the law on the other red dress. He quickly got rid of the two ghosts that were dragging their legs and stood up.
"Is this flower beautiful?" He admired the vines wrapped around his fingertips, picked the little red flower, and handed it to Yu Xing: "Do you want it?"
"Take it away, don't touch me with your flowers." Yu Xing's personality was a person who would not trust him if he suffered a loss. He kept away from all the flowers in Hua Subai's hands and took a step back with a resistant look on his face.
"Okay, okay." Hua Subai easily handed, and the little red flower, who was still praising her beauty for the last second, was stepped on the soles of her feet, and it was crushed into bloody flower mud.
His live broadcast room also became popular, and the barrage never stopped for a moment.
[So he can solve the problem of red clothes??? If he didn't solve it before, dragging his walk is just to play, right?]
[His ability is so weird, he is really a flower, but inexplicably he feels a bit similar to Yuki?]
[Look at his face, how come he has two faces!]
[If I hadn't been watching the live broadcast, I wouldn't have believed that he had made the red clothes like that, and he even said rest... He is so bad, I love it so much]
[I don't know why, but I feel creepy. For a moment, I feel lucky to be like an innocent little girl targeted by a scheming murderer uncle in a foreign horror movie (I mean in identity)]
[That won't be, fortunately, I'll be an orphan and aggrieved heroine level]
[I think something is wrong with that flower? The flower carries an extremely strong resentment, very unknown. Fortunately, something will happen if you take it]
[I don't know if the flower wants to be lucky for a while]
[Hua is too strong, I am sure I will chase him every live broadcast in the future!]