In this world, it is very strange. The only difference between it and the real world is the color. However, Zhang Luo discovered that for everything in this world, there is basically no possibility of chemical and above utilization.
Zhang Luo entered a 24-hour convenience store. After tearing off the packaging, the food inside tasted like chewing gum in his mouth. Everything here seemed to only retain the physical similarity with the real world. But the things here cannot be chemically processed.
Reaction. For example, a bicycle can still be ridden, but a lighter is useless because it needs to be burned.
This made Zhang Luo scratch his head. If he couldn't light the fire, why could he still breathe?
He couldn't think of a reasonable explanation. He could only say that seeking science within the scope of the supernatural was not something ordinary people could do. Although he was very interested, he still had to get down to business.
Within half an hour, Zhang Luo lost another remnant soul.
This loss was like a bucket of cold water pouring down on him, draining his enthusiasm for completing his great ideal of a hundred kills into smoke.
However, this time he was smart and wrapped a hair from midnight snack around the residual soul. This operation must be very familiar to everyone. Yes, it is a tracker.
By the way, Xiaomi's hair is very precious to her. It doesn't look like a doll at all, but looks like the legendary hair-eating ghost.
Zhang Luo didn't know that Xiao Ye didn't care too much about her hair, although to a certain extent, her hair was her true identity.
But, like most people, you will only regret it if you lose it.
"...There once was a beautiful head of hair growing on my head, but I didn't cherish it. I regretted it when I lost it. The most painful thing in the world is this. If God can give me another chance,
, I will say three words to that beautiful hair: Hold on! If I have to add a time limit to this persistence, I hope it is, ten thousand years. Tianwang brand shampoo will protect your hair for ten thousand years.
, I’ll give you back your beautiful hair..." A certain Mediterranean said, coquettishly wiping a handful of his sparse hair and giving a thumbs up.
"Huh? It seems like something strange has been implanted in my mind..." Zhang Luo couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"This is it." Zhang Luo looked at the environment here carefully.
The convenience store is at the entrance of the alley where the road turns. It sells some daily necessities. Of course, there are also some magazines.
Zhang Luo looked at it for a moment and then threw it away. As expected, he lost interest in the strange black and white magazine. It always felt weird.
"Sure enough, was it a psychological shadow caused by the ghost of that strange website?" Zhang Luo was a little worried. It would be bad if he became afraid of women's bodies.
This is a matter of lifelong happiness.
Isn't it a man's romance to open a harem when he has the strength? Isn't it strange that someone like Dongfang Bubai would go to a harem for strength?
(You seem to have some misunderstanding about men’s romance! Bastard!)
"Is it over there?" Zhang Luo felt the midnight snack guide hidden in his arms and looked towards a door, which should be the inner room.
General convenience stores, many of which are family-run, may have residential areas behind them. Of course, there may also be changing rooms and merchandise for employees.
Storage room.
He held the door handle and opened it. It turned out to be a residential building inside.
It is also a two-story private house with exquisite decoration. There is a small storage room next to it, which is filled with goods stocked by convenience stores. There is a staircase above the storage room, and the whole space is not small at first glance. It should be the living room, kitchen and dining room.
, Zhang Luo can be roughly sure that this house should be much more expensive than the one he owns.
Zhang Luo walked in the completely eclipsed house. You could see some picture frames hanging on this wall. Some were blurry and some were clear. They looked like they were locals. Zhang Luo took a closer look and found that they were at least four or five generations old.
To be honest, he still felt a little excited. After all, he was peeking into other people's houses. A perverted person might even like to collect the hostess's underwear... Ahem, of course, Zhang Luo is a beautiful boy after all, and there is no need to evolve yet.
Such a beast.
However, the ghost seems to have moved upstairs.
Zhang Luo didn't look much and climbed up the stairs.
"Crunch——!"
"Crunch——!"
There was a faint sound above.
"What an arrogant ghost." Zhang Luo curled his lips and continued to crawl.
At the corner of the stairs, you can see a large oil painting bust of a woman. She should be the mistress of the house. She is very beautiful. Zhang Luo actually felt like he was being targeted. But he didn't think much about it. The evil ghosts didn't issue a warning.
It must be an illusion.
But when Zhang Luo reached the second floor, the woman in the portrait moved!
She raised her head strangely in the portrait, as if she was looking at Zhang Luo. Her originally reserved smile turned sinister, and the portrait turned reddish, as if there were blood streaks crisscrossing the painting.
Zhang Luo seemed to have something, and suddenly turned around, but nothing happened. He scratched his head, instinctively feeling that this house was a little weird. The ghost escaped for a long time, and finally hid in this place, maybe there was something special about it.
However, Zhang Luo did not receive any warning from Wuxin and Xiaoye. He only knew that Xiaoye had a vague sense of the location of the ghost, like an erratic compass.
"Crunch——!"
"Crunch——!"
Ruoyouruowu's voice is still ringing.
The only good thing about this world is that there is no darkness, only absolute black and white gradients, but many times without light, things seem to lack a three-dimensional sense.
Zhang Luo found several rooms upstairs. There were exquisite chairs, coffee machines and other things here at the stairs. It seemed that the owner was a refined person. When he turned around, he could see that outside was the roof of a convenience store.
A small garden with three or four rooms next to it.
He felt like the protagonist of a puzzle game, running around the map without even seeing a ghost.
"But it's almost over." Zhang Luo fixed his sights on a room, but he couldn't ignore the sounds outside.
It's in the small garden.
When you open the glass sliding door, the garden is filled with potted plants and what appear to be metal tables and chairs.
The most important thing is that there is a swing there, swaying gently.
The crunching sound came from above.
Zhang Luo will swing
As soon as I held it, the creaking stopped and the world returned to silence.
"It seems there are other interesting things here." Zhang Luo murmured.
Because the ghost that captured the remnant soul stayed on the second floor, Zhang Luo was not in a hurry to catch it. Instead, he looked into the distance in this small garden with great interest.
"...You have noticed my tracking a long time ago. What are you doing here? What kind of trap will you set? There must be at least one ghost in this room. Although I don't know what kind of ability it is to kill people, I think
...Huh?" Zhang Luo was thinking and talking to himself, trying to decipher the ghost's attempt, but suddenly he discovered something and his voice was a little strange.
"That's where I passed by." Zhang Luo glanced at the soles of his feet, then looked behind him. A few meters away, a pair of muddy yellow footprints appeared not far away, but they had not yet spread to his feet.
footprint:"……"
The air was silent, and the atmosphere was somewhat dull and awkward.
Zhang Luo was silent, his body tense.
Almost as soon as he reacted, Zhang Luo moved!
"Hey! Monster, take a stab from me!"
Zhang Luo took out a candlestick and stabbed it into the air above the footprints, but it was instantly empty. There seemed to be only footprints!
The footprints began to spread rapidly toward the soles of Zhang Luo's feet.
"It's a curse! Don't step on those footprints!" said a voice in my heart.
Zhang Luo frowned and hurriedly avoided it, but the garden was so big, so he had no choice but to jump off the building!
If you fall from this height, you may break your bones, and then you really won't be able to run away.
Although he is said to be on the second level, don't overestimate his abilities. In the final analysis, he is just the soul of an ordinary college student. He can't relieve himself and can easily get injured.
The footprints instantly became messy, and Zhang Luo was scurrying around like a driven duck, in a state of confusion. Even though this ghost was not fast even with just one set of footprints, on the ground that was gradually becoming filled with mud, he had to calculate carefully to avoid running into it.
It was extremely difficult to move around with the remaining space. And because of the sudden attack, he had no time to think of a solution.
Zhang Luo was sweating on his forehead, and he hurriedly thought of countermeasures. Suddenly, he had an idea and sat down on the swing.
footprint:"?"
Suddenly, they were running around under his feet, and the ground was covered with mud, but there was nothing they could do if they couldn't touch Zhang Luo.
Zhang Luo's smile suddenly turned sinister: "Is it fun to chase me away? Now I have time to deal with you slowly, right?"
He put the candlestick into his bag.
However, things are not over yet.
Although the mud could not touch Zhang Luo, the entire ground began to bubble and become soft.
Zhang Luo saw that the mud started to roll, and the ghost footprints turned the second-floor garden into a mud pool.
At the same time, Zhang Luo felt a cold touch.
"When!" He turned his head stiffly and saw a young woman wearing a skirt sitting next to him. Her empty eyes were obviously not some cute girl who accidentally entered this world of the dead.
One person and one ghost, looking into each other's eyes.
Zhang Luo felt that his balls were starting to hurt.