On the old road filled with blood mist, the girl covered in blood trembled and took back the knife, with a complex expression on her face.
At first she thought these people were just phantoms, but judging from the flesh and blood on the ground that had not dissipated, the reality seemed to be much crueler.
"Sorry, I don't have time to bury you now."
Li Hui murmured softly and looked at the corpses with slightly red eyes.
They were all real people in the past, ordinary people who discussed with each other, had dinner together and hacked together after completing missions.
Li Hui could even recall every move the woman codenamed Black Umbrella made when she taught her how to apply makeup.
But they all died and turned into cold corpses.
The world of ghost stories is so cruel.
"call…"
Li Hui took a breath and put away her excess emotions.
As an operator who has participated in many missions, she knows exactly what to do when.
Ghost stories will not disappear by themselves with a few tears.
What they need is swords and gunpowder.
"Wang Jin is still waiting for me."
Li Hui continued to walk forward on the muddy dirt road.
Her steps gradually became staggering, and her body became a little unruly.
The girl was quite exhausted from many consecutive fights.
——
Bang!
Wang Jin raised his hand and fired a shot, blowing off the fox-eared girl's head.
Along the way, he met Zhao Guangming, Li Hui, and Hu Xiaobei in turn.
Unfortunately, this is of no use to Wang Jin.
He even discovered the rule that "phantoms can't just turn into dead people".
"You are so cruel."
The gloomy-faced woman looked at Wang Jin, the murderous intent in her eyes not concealed at all.
"…Who are you?"
The young man scratched his head, his face full of confusion.
As he walked further and further away, the people who jumped out to chat with him became more and more weird.
How to say...
I don't even bother to act anymore.
After discovering that this young man had no such thing as "guilt", the phantoms stopped their thankless behavior and switched to another routine.
intimidation.
Anyway, this kid is so far away that pollution can't touch him.
It's better to disgust him and let yourself enjoy it.
"You don't remember me?"
The gloomy woman squinted her eyes, and her body was split in two from the middle, but was quickly tied together by a bandage that suddenly appeared.
"oh oh!"
Wang Jin's eyes lit up, as if he remembered something.
"Humph, do you still remember Mingyue..."
Bang!
Before the woman could say the next word, she was blasted away by bullets like heavy punches, and then burst like a bubble.
"It does look familiar."
Wang Jin scratched his head and continued walking forward.
These phantoms can always come up with new tricks for themselves.
In addition to pouring pollution directly into the brain, they seem to be able to bring back bad memories by imitating characters.
Everyone has some unforgettable horrific experiences.
They are buried deep in the mind. Even if there is nothing unusual at ordinary times, they will make people break out in a cold sweat when they dream back at midnight.
Fortunately, this trick still has no effect on anyone.
Thanks to the crazy growth of inspiration, Wang Jin has seen too many things that are wrong.
When he was about ten years old, he began to wander into various ghost stories.
There will even be an unexpected surprise on the way home from school.
While other children were struggling with what new toys to buy, Wang Jin was thinking about how to escape alive.
Because of this, his mental endurance is quite strong.
If there is really any unforgettable fear...
The Dream of Death, the Purple Man, and the Green God.
These three guys are really scary.
Of course, it is impossible for the phantom to imitate the existence above the stars.
The two sides are not on the same level at all.
If you really try to imitate it forcibly, maybe...
"Um?"
Wang Jin touched his chin, with a strange look in his eyes.
He had been thinking about how to get rid of these annoying things.
Isn’t this the way to go?
"king…"
"Shut up."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him, then walked towards him.
The latter looked overjoyed and even wanted to cry.
"You can read my memory, right."
The young man raised his head and looked directly into the eyes of the phantom.
"ah…"
Phantom was stunned by the question, as if he didn't expect that the other party would suddenly mention this.
How could a human react like this if he saw his own human beings who could only cry or commit suicide?
Of course, these have nothing to do with phantoms.
He stared, ready to let himself be shattered so that he could pass the contamination to the strange young man in front of him.
Snap.
At the moment before destruction, a pale and slender palm pressed on the phantom's shoulder.
He suddenly found that he could not move.
"So it turns out that nothing will happen to this kid if he gets close..."
Before Phantom could think about what happened, a slightly crying voice sounded in his ears.
"I actually have a wish."
The young man sighed, his tone was quite sincere.
"My father disappeared when I was very young, and I have wanted to see him for so many years."
"I'm very curious about what kind of person he is, and I also want to hear him say my name personally."
"You should be able to understand me when I use emotions as a means of attack, right?"
Wang Jin choked and said, even the inhuman phantom felt the deep longing.
"If I can see him once, even if it's a phantom, I'm willing."
"After that, I have no regrets. I can kill or chop him into pieces as you wish, okay?"
Wang Jin gently shook Phantom's shoulders, and his slightly red eyes made him unable to bear to reject this young man who wanted to see his father again.
"this…"
Phantom muttered softly, trying to contact the man who sent him, but found nothing.
But the current situation didn't leave him any time to wait.
The iron-clamp-like palm left no room for him to refuse.
Learn with reason, move with emotion.
There is really no way to refuse.
"There are three figures in this boy's memory that must not be touched. None of them look like his father."
Phantom quickly explored Wang Jin's memory and soon discovered the man who only existed in photos.
"Wang Jue is just an ordinary person, there should be no problems."
After hesitating for a moment, Phantom nodded and then signaled the young man in front of him to let go of his hand.
Judging from the memory read, Wang Jin did not lie.
He really wanted to see his father.
"Thank you."
Wang Jin sighed and backed away slightly.
As if he was worried that he would not be able to accept the scene that was about to appear before him, the young man took a few steps back.
Dozens of steps.
Hundreds of steps.
He started running.
"ah?"
Phantom was a little confused, but once the behavior of changing appearance started, there was no way to stop it.
Almost instantly, he saw a thick blood red color.
Different from the scarlet that is typical of the feast, it is pure blood red.
Weird whispers rang in his ears, and Phantom felt for the first time what it felt like to have pollution poured into his head.
The terrifying aura spread rapidly, and the phantoms in the entire scene trembled at the same time.
The next second, their figures turned blood red and then disappeared.