Qingye Supernatural Office

The fat store manager seems to have become a signal transfer station.

After the eerie whisper disappeared, I heard a panicked cry.

The boy holding the pen lost all color on his face, his eyes were extremely protruding, his skin was sunken, as if his muscles had disappeared, his whole body became thin, and it could be seen that his clothes were empty.

The pen he held in his hand leaked red liquid from the gap in the cap.

The speed of penetration was getting faster and faster, and the cap of the pen was split open. In the next second, the cap of the pen became shattered, and the blood shot out directly.it is good

Blood was sprayed on the shelves and the fat store manager.

The fat store manager looked like a child who was slow to react. He looked down at the blood on his body before jumping up.

"Save..." The boy fell to the ground without finishing a sentence.

His face and hands exposed outside his clothes were all skinny, with no trace of blood vessels visible.

The pen was still bleeding.There was a drop of blood hanging from the tip of the pen, and after it hit the ground, it finally stopped.

The boy also let go of his hand, allowing the pen to fall to the ground, roll it around twice, and stop completely.

With a bang, his companion, the gray down jacket, backed away in panic and hit the shelf.

I saw a necklace in the shape of a hemp rope hanging on the shelf shake twice and hit the ear of the gray down jacket.

He screamed in fright, slapped wildly, and jumped up, trying to escape.

His fingers caught the necklace and pulled it off the shelf.

The hemp rope broke, drew a trajectory in the air, accelerated directly, and hit the face of the gray down jacket.

The rope didn't fall off because of this, or continued to sway, but stuck to his face.

The gray down jacket let out a heart-piercing cry, fell to his knees and rolled all over the floor.

He was stained with his companion's blood and bumped into his companion's body.

I saw strange bumps on his face.It looks like something is growing under the skin.

The pendant on the hemp rope necklace also changed in the shaking.It was originally just a knot-like thing, but now it has grown up and changed its color, like a dead tree in spring, adding greenery.

When the skin on the face of the gray down jacket became bumpy, and the things growing under the skin covered the whole body, the knot had a new change.

The green knots form the shape of the calyx, the buds bloom, and the petals of the blooming flowers are also green, only the stamens, in clusters, are a strange black color.

Those black stamens trembled twice, and actually flew up from the flower, turning into small flying insects, flying around the room, and found a way out, and disappeared from the room.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them died like this.

I saw the thin man beside me standing there blankly, with a dazed expression, showing the same symptoms as before.

I looked at the fat store manager again.

The astonishment and fear on his face were not feigned either.

He seemed to be still immersed in the surprise of the blood splattering just now, and he couldn't recover, unable to understand what happened in front of him.

With a thud, he fell limply to the ground, his stomach protruding, making his posture awkward and funny.

"When did you open the shop?" I asked, putting one hand on the thin man's shoulder, and squeezed him hard.

The thin man shuddered and came to his senses.

The fat store manager was still panicked. He listened to my question, looked at me and the skinny man, straightened his neck and tilted his head back, as if trying to distance himself from us.

He probably thought it was all our doing.

"Answer my question." I lowered my voice and frowned.

The fat store manager stammered, "Forget, I forgot... It's been a few years, several years... It used to be, and then... I used to work here, and then I graduated... I graduated from the foreign language next door! It's been a few years gone."

"Where's the former store manager?"

"I don't know! I really don't know! I know him! Everything else is online! There is a system, online! I don't know anything else!"

"Haven't you contacted the previous store manager?"

"No... I can't find it anymore. He... He said he owed usury... He gambled, played football... He wanted to sell the shop. The things are not his, and there is a head office... I handed over to him..."

"What about the sale?"

"Me, I just buy goods, make reservations for customers, and deal with this kind of thing."

"Where do you know the origin of things?"

"It's in that system! It has introductions! The procedures and documents of the items, as well as the introductions, as well as the stores in different countries, the things received in different countries every day..." The fat store manager quickly replied, "This kind of look is fake. ! No, no, I mean, I thought it was fake. I don’t believe this! I just open a shop and do business..."

"What about today?" I continued to ask.

"What?" The store manager looked at me blankly, rolled his eyes, looked at the two bodies on the ground, and shrank his feet in fright, "The pen is the one I mentioned, and the necklace is called, poisonous insect, poisonous insect..."

"The parasitic flower of the Queen of Poisonous Bugs." The thin man said suddenly.

I glanced at the thin man.

The fat store manager nodded again and again, as if thinking of something, he looked at the thin man in horror.

The thin man rubbed his forehead, "The poisonous queen's parasitic flower...the poisonous queen...is an island country, a small island country in the ocean. There are still indigenous peoples and primitive tribes living there. This kind of flower...should be a local flower. A kind of parasite, which has the shape of a flower. There used to be a female chieftain in that primitive tribe, who could control this parasite and use it to kill people. Everyone in the tribe must wear this thing on their bodies, as long as the female chieftain Give an order, and this thing will kill."

The fat store manager looked at the thin man with increasing horror, and then peeked at the corpse in the gray down jacket.

The flower has withered and reverted to a figure resembling hay, twine knots.

The thin man said weakly: "I only heard voices...I feel like I didn't do it." He looked at me expectantly, "Qige, it wasn't me—"

I pressed the thin man's shoulder, "I know."

Not skinny.

It wasn't done by any of us present.

My eyes moved to the computer.

"Can this computer connect to the head office's server?" I asked the fat store manager.

"There is a software, internal software." The fat store manager replied, swallowing.

I walked to the computer and glanced at the software that was open on it.

The software interface is very simple, but the functions are very clear, and how to operate it is clear at a glance.

In my vision, this simple interface has gradually changed.

I saw densely packed characters, and densely packed overlapping graphics emerged from the characters.

I stared at the screen without blinking, fighting back the nausea and headache.

This information, beyond my comprehension, gave birth to a third variation.

The three colors of black, white and gray are intertwined, and black has the upper hand, swallowing other colors, and finally constitutes a wonderful 3D human form.

The three-dimensional projection-like human figure has a round belly, and its body shape is very similar to that of the fat store manager.

His stomach straightened, his face changed, and he turned into Qi Bai's appearance.

I heard that strange whisper in my ears too.This time I understood what it said.

"Don't you like it? Mysterious history, legendary stories, blood, killing, death and unpredictable power..."

"Dream Weaver..." I moved my lips, "Ghost King..."