"You're going to find them?"

The tears on the face of the priest had not dried up, and the shock in his eyes mixed together, looking particularly funny. He repeated in disbelief: "Are you serious?"

Ye Jia raised his eyebrows: "Don't you believe it?"

"Are you crazy?" The doll master showed a ghost expression: "I don't want to see them!"

The greed of S-level evil ghosts is endless. They are eager to devour their kind and make themselves stronger.

Therefore, their battles with each other are far more intense and terrifying than those of other classes, and now they are barely maintaining their apparent calmness. In fact, if they really encounter other evil spirits on their territory, they will do whatever their mother's orders are.

"It seems that your brotherhood is not very strong." Ye Jia asked seriously: "Will your mother be sad?"

The expression of the doll master was slightly distorted, as if he had swallowed a bug alive: "..."

Sad to you.

Ye Jia pulled a paper from the pile of books beside him, and lowered his eyes and glanced at it a few times.

A large piece of red.

He raised his eyes, shook the paper in his hand, and made a slight sound of rubbing the paper sheets: "So, are you going to cooperate?"

The traitor's eyes fell on the paper in Yejia's hand, and a hint of fear appeared on the little face. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and then gritted his teeth.

"I don't care if you want to die."

"Do you want a position?" The master of the lunar an eye was dark and raised his eyes to look at Ye Jia: "Of course, but..."

He elongated his voice and continued word by word: "I will not give you any information except the location."

Ye Jia looked at him quietly, his light-colored eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was wondering something.

The doll master glanced at Ji Xuan who was standing aside, and then looked at Ye Jia again, as if he had a deep meaning: "I think you should know too. All of us evil spirits are limited by our mother's bloodline. There is not much information we can reveal, and... the closer we are to our mother's bloodline, the greater the suppression we will be."

His eyes looked sinister and seemed to have some meaning.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and asked, "It's already this time. Do you think it's useful to provoke discord?"

Seeing that his intention was disappointed, the teacher just sneered and continued, "Anyway, I can only give you so much information, and I will give it to you again and again."

He is also smart and knows that he has reservations about information so that he will not be killed immediately.

Ye Jia agreed: "Okay..."

After reaching an agreement, Ye Jia took the lead in leaving the ghost world.

Ji Xuan also turned around and was about to leave, but the spouse behind him suddenly called him: "Ji Xuan, have you really thought about it?"

In the center of the warehouse, a child only seven or eight years old sat on the ground holding the fragments of the doll, tilting his pale face, his dark eyes seemed to be poisoned, and his malice was unconcealed: "Your power is in line with my mother. If your mother is weakened, you will be weakened as well... It has been so long, won't you not feel it?"

Ji Xuan's pace was slightly paused.

"If it were in the game, I would have almost no power to fight when facing you." The op-ed master narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling and savoring the previous scene.

His lips rose silently, revealing a strange smile: "But... it's different now."

Although he was still defeated that day, as a ghost, the doll master could keenly detect the difference in the aura of Ji Xuan.

The failure of the Hundred Ghosts at Night, the loss of part of their mother's body, and the death of the Lord of Flies are all weakening their mother's power. And all S-level evil ghosts are closely connected with their mothers.

Even as a direct lineman, Ji Xuan was affected more than any other S-level evil spirit.

Coupled with his mother's deliberate suppression and punishment, he is unable to exert his true strength at all.

Looking at Ji Xuan's indifferent back in front of him, the smile on the lips of the master expanded: "So, are you sure you want to fight other S-level lords who are comparable to your heyday in this state?"

"Helping humans is harmful to you." The doll master giggled and added: "Mother knows about this, you know, and I know, but... he doesn't know?"

The child had a sinister look on his face that was not age-appropriate. He looked at the straight back of the man in front of him and asked softly: "You did so much..." The doll master smiled maliciously and happily: "Is it really worth it?"

"You said, if he knows, will he be reluctant to let go or will he breathe a sigh of relief?"

Ji Xuan had no expression from beginning to end, and there was no joy or anger in the dark red pupils. It was not until the other party said this that his eyes moved slightly and turned to look at the disciple behind him.

His fingertips were slightly raised.

The disciple only felt a powerful and terrifying force that suddenly suppressed him to the ground. Every bone on his body was clattering under heavy pressure, and his internal organs seemed to be crushed into mud. He rolled up a pair of dark eyes filled with scarlet bloodshots, and a painful roar in his throat.

In the narrow field of view, a pair of spotless shoes appeared in front of him.

The man's unpredictable voice came from the top of his head, and his low and dull voice was particularly calm, which seemed particularly dangerous and terrifying: "It seems that you are really idle."

——Puppet masters, they control not only dolls, but also people's hearts. In short, they like to provoke discord the most.

"Since that's the case, I'll find something for you." Ji Xuan looked down at the lord crawling at his feet and said slowly.

The expression of the orator's disciple froze.

The next second, all the papers and broken dolls on the side were given life, roaring hatred, and approaching in his direction.

The pupils of the sect instantly tightened.

He seemed to want to say something, but his throat was pressed tightly and he could only spit out vague syllables.

Ji Xuan curled his lips, but his dark red eyes were not smiling at all. He clapped his hands: "Happy fun..."

He turned around and left the warehouse where vague screams came from behind.

Ji Xuan stepped out of the ghost creature.

Yejia sat at the dining table, looking down at the piece of paper with the address in his hand.

He looked up at Ji Xuan who suddenly appeared and asked casually: "Why did it take so long?"

The light above the head fell and sprinkled on the young man's body. The light hair looked furry under the warm yellow light. His eyes were slightly raised and he looked in his direction. The glass-like eyes seemed to be flashing with sunlight, with a handsome outline and a calm expression. The once hostility and tension were hidden, like a long sword sheath, leaving only softness - although it was just an illusion, it had almost fatal temptation.

Ji Xuan lowered his eyes and curled his lips quietly: "I have dealt with some private matters."

The question of the puppet master is really stupid - "Is it worth it?"

It seems like he is a victim who silently contributes without seeking reward.

How is that possible?

All evil spirits are insatiable and selfish.

——All efforts, but careful calculation of chips, are bets that must be invested in to get the final reward, and do whatever you want and do every step, in order to satisfy your greed.

Ji Xuan's eyes were slightly darker, and he cleverly hid the gloom under his eyelashes.

He pulled the chair away, sat down opposite Yejia, then coughed lightly, pulling the other person back from his thoughtful state.

Ji Xuan had a smile on his lips and said in a warm voice: "Eat first, or it will be cold later."

Ye Jia, who was wandering in vain, said oh, and then slowly picked up the chopsticks.

After slapping a few bites of food, he realized that after being interrupted by the matter of the orator, he accidentally forgot his original purpose - to explain the words clearly to Ji Xuan.

Yejia lowered his head and looked at the rice in the bowl: "..."

A mistake...

He raised his head and looked at Ji Xuan sitting opposite him.

The man held his cheek with one hand and stared at him steadily.

After discovering his gaze, he smiled and asked, "How is it?"

Yejia looked away: "Yeah, that's OK."

Chen Qingye lowered his head, carefully looked at the address written on the paper in his hand, then looked up at the ace sitting opposite him, and asked, "What do you think?"

Wei Yuechu was disturbing the milk green in front of her and took the conversation quickly: "What can you think? Of course you just call me!"

There was a fierce fighting spirit in her eyes: "After you have obtained the address, we will first pull out the evil spirit, and then question the information from its mouth!"

Chen Qingye: “…”

He sighed: "You really don't use your brain. Can everything be solved by force in your place?"

"Of course..." Wei Yuechu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Do you want to try it?"

A Chang, who was lying beside the coffee cup, lowered his head to drink milk tea, raised his head, his compound eyes flashing with cold metallic light, looked at the girl opposite, and his small jaw clicked twice.

Ye Jia sighed helplessly: "You can wake up, you are still in someone else's store."

Wu Su, who was sitting aside, nodded: "That's right, right..."

He lowered his head and drank a big sip of milk green, and said in a slight slutty mouthful: "But, ace is right, this milk green is indeed delicious."

Apart from the four of them, there was no one else in the milk tea shop.

The barrier of Yin Qi rose in the corner, completely isolated their voices.

Ye Jia took the note from Chen Qingye's hand, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the paper thoughtfully: "You can rest assured that the truth of the news, but the source..."

——The verbal contract is restricted and protected by ghosts. Since the spouse master agreed to cooperate with them, the information he can give must be true.

only……

This does not mean that the other party’s intentions are not sinister.

"Source?" Chen Qingye keenly sensed the profound meaning in Ye Jia's voice: "Is it a ghost?"

Yejia: "Yes..."

The four people present fell silent at the same time.

They deal with evil spirits quite often in the game, so it is clear that no evil spirit will give completely free and harmless information - even if the content they say is true, the intention is often extremely vicious. If you believe the information given by evil spirits without any warning, you will definitely be cheated.

Don’t believe the words of evil spirits, this is the rule 101 in the game.

"Oh, so what!" Wei Yuechu suddenly made a sound and slapped the table hard. The milk tea cup on the table shook and poured A Chang straight.

Chen Qingye frowned, reached out to straighten the coffee cup, and glanced at Wei Yuechu accusedly.

"Apart from this, we have no other path to break through now!" Wei Yuechu said bluntly: "Can we wait for those S-level evil spirits to complete their respective tasks and then destroy us in one breath?"

Chen Qingye took out a tissue and wiped A Chang's face.

"Although I don't like Miss Maid very much..." He folded the dirty tissues, threw them into the trash can, then raised his head and said seriously: "But this time, I agree with her - we have no other choice, we can only take one step."
To be continued...