At this moment, he lost the secret joy in his heart.

The Shura God killed the children who died in the warehouse and the children who ignited the fire, but did not kill the people who died tragically in the shops along the street.

Those people still want revenge. And their target of revenge is now the only ghost left.

Outside the window, charred corpses and broken corpses squeezed into a ball and lay on the window. They looked like zombies gathered in zombies, and the special effects makeup was done very well, allowing people to see the burnt skin and muscles, and the exposed internal organs and bones.

Their faces were probably filled with pain. They were just because they were burned beyond recognition and were difficult to identify.

They gathered by the window, scratching the glass with their hands, making annoying sounds.

It seems that they do not have the ability to directly attack ghosts.

However, the ghost is a child and is already scared to death. He feels relieved because of the actions of the Shura God. Now he sees these ghosts again, and his emotions are fluctuating, and it is difficult to accept the current situation in front of him.

He screamed, his fear reaching its peak.

The scream attracted his parents.

The sound of footsteps, the door opened, and then the lights in the room were turned on.

The ghosts outside the window disappeared.

However, some ashes and burnt flesh remained on the window.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the ghost's mother asked anxiously.

The ghost's father scolded him angrily, cursing, a little impatient.

"Aren't you okay?"

The couple said, only then did they notice the ghost's gaze. They looked at the window and took a deep breath.

"What's going on? Isn't it okay? Didn't it mean that there was a ghost and killed them all?" The ghost's father asked loudly.

The ghost started crying and hugged his mother.

"Hey, you guys, tell me what's going on!"

"Don't pull it! My son was scared..."

"I was just scared! Isn't it all caused by this stinky brat!"

"Okay OK, stop hitting."

"You guy tell me what's going on!"

I jumped over the family ethics drama. I felt that I was becoming more and more skillful in controlling my dreams. With one action, the time of the dreams would leap forward.

I saw the grown-up ghost, who seemed to be a high school student.

However, he could still see the ghosts entangled outside the window of his residence.

It is inevitable that the relatives who live in the house of the school can never escape this kind of experience.

Only he could see those, hear them scratching the glass, but others could see the traces they left on the glass.

"That person was targeted by a ghost!"

Such rumors always pop up.

The ghost searched for information about other ghost kings online, and wanted to use a knife to kill people, but he always remembered the death of the boy who ignited the fire, and the four-eyed classmate who disappeared before that.

He has also taken action, and the ghost king he can find is always unsatisfactory.

"You want to go to a big city and find a big ghost king." A classmate in college told him, "We have few people and ghosts, and they are not powerful. They are all ghosts with no ambition. Do you know how capable the ghosts in big cities are? They can order people from a city, millions of people to do something. I know a senior who graduated and went to work in the capital. He said, on rainy days in the capital, everyone uses transparent umbrellas and dare not use other umbrellas. Because there is a ghost who uses that kind of umbrella. He appears on rainy days, holding an umbrella and walking with his head down. Those who see his face will die immediately. So on rainy days, people in the capital use transparent umbrellas. Anyone who wants to use other umbrellas is regarded as ghost kings, and others will run away immediately when they see it."

While he was talking, he drank beer, crossing his legs and shook, "A naughty child deliberately used a patterned umbrella. The kind of umbrellas in the capital store now cannot be bought. He bought umbrellas online, but was found by the Internet surveillance and was taken directly to the lecture."

After taking another sip of wine, he continued: "There is another person from another place who came over with an umbrella. The plane landed and was taken away by the police."

The ghost was so fascinated by hearing it.

"Neither the exception?" asked the person next to him.

"Yes!" The man put down the beer can and his face was blushing. "There is an exception. He was also a foreigner. He walked into the capital on the highway and was not checked out. On a rainy day, he threw an umbrella. Hehe... everyone ran away in fear! The special police were all out! Then...bang!" He gestured to shoot.

The ghost froze.

"Really, fake? Are you making up the story? If there were such rules, it would have been available online long ago."

"What am I lying to you? My senior told me."

"You senior is talking nonsense."

"How is this possible! What's the point of nonsense?"

"I don't believe it. It's not a small place like us. It's so powerful. If it's true, there will definitely be news on the Internet."

They argued.

The ghost trembled for a while, gradually calmed down, suppressing the memories in his mind.

He felt excited and a kind of impulse arose, which became motivation again.

He yearned for such a ghost, and while he was afraid, he also had a sense of reverence.

I watched his expression change coldly, and felt his mentality change.

Let's look at the others.

They are all the same.

For people in this world, ghosts need to be respected.

Just like all evil villains, their evil is feared, and their strength is desirable.

Some people are easily fascinated by this illusion.

Most of them have never been exposed to the real Ghost King.

Even ghosts, he did not meet ghosts, but ghosts that were just ghosts that could not even kill him.

However, they can kill him now.

Time in dreams passes by rapidly.

I was in the flowing light and saw countless scenes passing by.

When everything stopped, I saw the ghost with a twisted body.

His eyes were like goldfish's raised blisters. He looked at me, with begging and fear in his eyes.

The charred hands pressed against his chin, making him unable to speak. He could only look at me like this.

The hands pulled his body into a strange shape. His limbs were broken and his body was torn.

There were charred marks on his body, and a burning smell appeared.

I watched the hands in the void pull him into the black hole little by little, and slowly let go of my hand.

With a whoosh, he was completely dragged into the hole. The black hole contracted. At that moment, I really wanted to see his body being crushed into a ball like a can.

"Big brother..."

Mu Ai, who lay on my back and had a face hidden, screamed.

"It's okay. You can open your eyes." I turned around and patted Mu Ai's back.

Mu Ai carefully looked over and then relaxed.

"I know where your dad is going. We have to find someone... to find a ghost so that he can take us to find your dad." I said to Mu Ai.

Mu Ai nodded, looked at me anxiously and nervously, "Can you find your father?"

"Well. Sure, it can." I nodded with a smile.

I looked up at the ceiling.

The most powerful ghost is now upstairs. It should be that "Brother Qiang".
Chapter completed!