Mystic's behavior completely scared me.

I immediately thought of the worst.

After Christina and Han Yun, Mingsit also sacrificed his existence for his own ideas.

I stood up and looked at Mingsit, but didn't know what to say.

After that thought, I didn't even understand what ideals Ms. Situ had to sacrifice himself to achieve.

She doesn't seem to be sentimental, but rather, she is like a wise man who has lived for a long time and seen through the world. She can easily evaluate the major events in the eyes of others. She represents the human understanding of death. This heavy topic is already an ordinary thing that can be raised easily when it comes to her. On this basis, what else can move her?

Just like she doesn't like her current appearance, but she just doesn't like it. She rationally used this appearance to keep her back.

I could not imagine anything that would make Miscedes so sad and decisive.

Mingsit had stopped crying, his tears fell to the ground and disappeared directly, and the tears on his face disappeared without a trace, as if the scene just now had never happened.

I felt even more puzzled, and when I called her name, she slowly raised her head.

"I probably don't need your help," said Mingsit.

"What the hell happened?" I was still puzzled.

"I have seen the future. I don't need your help anymore." Mingsit emphasized.

I'm a little restless.

Future, future, future... Of course I know what the future is like. People keep reminding me of the bad future, the desperate future.

Ye Qing's appearance and tone seemed to appear in front of him, replacing Ming Site's figure.

This made me even more irritable.

"What the hell is wrong?" I asked again.

Mingsit reached out to me.

Although I was puzzled, I still reached out to hold on to Mingsit.

At that moment, I felt like I was holding a piece of ice.

The skin on the hands seemed to be frozen on ice. If you put in a gentle force, you will feel the severe pain of the separation of the flesh.

I don't think this is Miscet attacking me, and I still have that puzzled emotion in my heart.

"Mingsit..." I shouted, and before I could continue, she had let go of her hand.

"This is death. Just now, someone died." Mingsit said blindly.

"You're the end..." I spoke again.

Mingsit stretched out his hand again and touched my palm that had not yet reached out.

This time I didn't feel the cold, but felt the severe pain. Unlike the severe pain I just now, the pain seemed to be cutting my palm.

In a blink of an eye, the feeling turned into a fire again.

Mingsit immediately withdrew his hand.

But at that moment, I felt a sense of empty nothingness. I seemed to have returned to the ghost's strange space, with nothing except a single color. If I stayed in such a place for a long time, I would even doubt my own existence, right?

Mingsit lowered his hand, looked at me, and said seriously: "Don't forget the feeling of death."

I stared at Mingsit in confusion, and then I saw her figure disappear directly.

I raised my hand and looked at my palm.

The lines on the palms have changed. The originally messy palm lines have become neat. After watching them for a long time, they will connect the new deep palm lines in their minds.

I think this pattern looks familiar, and after thinking about it for a moment, I remembered that it was a symbol of Ms.

In Kazanna, the symbol of Medes is such a pattern that is pieced together by geometric figures.

I touched the lines, and didn't feel any pain or any other feeling.

Looking at your body and soul, there was a strange hemp rope on the chains, and the rope spreads into the void in the distance.

Mistset probably has established some kind of connection with me, but I don’t understand what this connection means.

What did she want to convey to me?

I thought of Ye Qing again and couldn't help feeling disgusted.

The feeling of being plotted is not good. No one likes to be plotted against by others and force himself to a path he has to go.

Mingsit seemed to have done the same thing as Ye Qing.

I stroked the lines in my palms and touched the extra hemp ropes on my soul.

To erase them, I was just a matter of thinking with me, but when I thought of Mingsit's crying look, I hesitated.

I smiled bitterly and lowered my hand.

Let's take a look again.

There is already one Ye Qing, and it’s nothing more to carry one more person and carry one more thing.

I slowly walked out of the corridor of the community, walked out of the community, found a direction at will, and walked forward all the way.

I have been to Fatty’s house several times and know that there are many small restaurants and supermarkets nearby. It’s lunch time now. On weekdays, there are very few people coming to the residential area for dinner, and there are no office buildings here. But for the aunts and mothers living around, they sometimes eat outside at noon, so they come to such small restaurants.

I looked at a few restaurants and finally found a restaurant with few people.

Looking at the signboard and counter menu, you will know that this store mainly cooks breakfast and dim sum, and there are only pastries in the afternoon market. I bought some dim sum and wanted to take them away.

Some snacks are picked up at the window, while others need to wait for the waiter to deliver them.

I found an empty seat and sat down, looking at the row of windows.

Behind the transparent glass window, people kept walking around, but they didn't look particularly busy. The steamer was steaming, the noodles were also steaming, and the large iron plate used to make fried and pot stickers made thrilling sounds. In the middle of the kitchen, there were two chefs constantly making buns and fried and skillfully made them, but they were not fast.

They are doing their jobs slowly.

There are not many customers in the store, and now I am the only one waiting.

The store is not quiet. In addition to the sounds of guests eating, the sounds of the kitchen, and the sounds of the TV hanging on the central pillar.

The midday news was talking about the stock market, and soon, it talked about social news.

"…The office building has an accident. But according to the survivors, it is actually haunted by the office building. The hospital is currently carrying out treatment for the survivors. Several survivors are suspected of inhaling toxic gases..."

I looked at the TV and was immediately shocked.

In the background of the office building, a body can be seen lying on the ground.

The camera flashed and came to the road again.

The man surrounded by police and doctors was pale. After looking at the camera, he said in horror: "Haunted! Haunted inside the building!"

I was surprised again.

The previous shot may have been a mistake on the TV station, and the restricted-level screen was played out.

In the current shot, I saw an acquaintance.

The man who called out that there was a ghost was the man in the office building of the courier ghost, the man who was hostile to me and hated me to appear and broke his peaceful life.

Behind him, I saw Xiaotian and Liu Yingjie.

They left the office building alive.

I didn't feel much relief, but after the initial surprise, I calmed down.

"It's ready to pack." The waiter put the packed snacks in front of me.
Chapter completed!