Qingye Supernatural Office

The sound was obviously far away, but I felt myself being overwhelmed.

The chains on the soul tightened and embedded in the soul, which made me feel pain.

My eyes turned black for a while, and my body couldn't help but kneel down on the ground.

I saw Chen Yihan's anxious face approaching.

My body seemed to be supported by him, but my head still drooped.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear the sound of the chain snapping.

The sound of clanking is endless.

Consciousness is plunged into darkness.

Footsteps sounded in my ears.

The location is very close, listening to the sound, it seems to be standing still.

I quickly felt the vibrations in my body.

I am walking.

Those footsteps are mine.

No, it shouldn't be my footsteps.

While I was thinking this way, I saw a figure.

That back made me feel familiar.

It was pitch black, only this figure was shining, allowing me to see her appearance clearly.

She stopped, and the light on her body diffused, illuminating a little area around her.

I saw another figure.

The man's face felt strange to me.She seemed to be injured, squatting on the ground, dragging one leg, looking uneasy.

"Are you okay?" The figure turned around and asked.

Her face was covered with light, so she couldn't see clearly.

"It's okay. When I ran just now, I twisted it. Well, thank you... I'm fine." The woman squatting on the ground squeezed out an ugly smile.

"Let me help you up. At the intersection, call a car for you, or do you have a friend to pick you up?" The figure stretched out his hand to the woman.

The woman hesitated for a while, but she still held the hand and thanked her twice, "I'll take a taxi back. This way... seems to call a taxi."

"Well. The taxi may not come in." The figure replied.

The sound of running came from behind me.

In the darkness, no one appeared, but the hurried and chaotic footsteps were so real, and some people shouted in panic.

The woman's complexion changed, and she leaned back, trying to dodge something, but froze as soon as her feet hit the ground.

The figure I was familiar with helped support her body and led her to hide.

There was more and more running and shouting, and even though those people were in the dark and I couldn't see, I could still feel the atmosphere of fear emanating from the scene.

"I'll carry you behind my back. If you stay here, you will be hit..." The figure said decisively, bending down with its back to the woman, motioning her to lie down.

The woman hesitated, but she seemed to have seen something, and hurriedly lay on the back of that figure.

The two ran up, and the sound of footsteps mixed into the crowd.

My vision followed them, and I could only see them running in the dark.

Occasionally, they would shake a few times, as if avoiding the crowd around them.

The woman grabbed the man's neck and pressed her face against the man's face, her face was pale and frightened.

The chaotic footsteps gradually subsided, and the screams and screams mixed with it gradually faded away.

I saw them slow down and stop gradually.

The woman whimpered and complained with some panic: "What the hell happened...how did this happen..."

"It's okay, it'll be fine."

"Those people...I heard people say before that they are haunted. They all turned into ghosts! Everyone is going to die...be killed, or commit suicide. How could this happen..." the woman cried, Seems to be scared to collapse.

"It's all right. Don't worry. Someone will fix this."

The woman raised her head, "Really?"

"Of course. I promise, someone will definitely solve these things. These things won't take too long." The figure made a confident voice.

"That would be great." The woman sighed, and said shyly, "Thank you. I'm fine, let me down. You have been running behind my back... You didn't see just now, someone fell down and was hit Falling down, trampled on... don't know what happened."

She was put down, and faced the figure with a worried face, "You are really a good person. What a pity."

The figure seemed to be stunned and did not respond.

The woman held her cheeks, "It's a pity... this ability, it's not in time..."

The woman stood on tiptoe and moved closer to the figure.

My vision changed at this time.

Only the woman's face remained in front of me.

That face turned into a plane strangely, losing the appearance of a normal face, spreading out like a piece of drawing paper.

I was taken aback.

The field of vision reopened.

There was a skin on the figure's light-shrouded face, which overlapped with the head.

As for that woman, her entire face was peeled off, revealing bloody muscles.

I heard a nervous growl.

In the darkness, there was light again.

That light was another figure I was familiar with.

The faceless woman turned her head sideways, took a look, took the figure's hand, and walked forward.

The newly emerging light stretches.From the foot of the new figure, a light path appeared, which coincided with the woman's walking direction.

The new figure quickly chased after him.

I heard screams and exclamations in the darkness around me.

The noisy sounds became distant as the two lights left.

They were one in front and one behind, the one in front was walking, and the one behind was chasing, but they never separated.

Suddenly I heard the sound of water.

The faceless woman walking in front seemed to be a fish entering the sea, her body dived, changing from walking to swimming.

The figure she was leading, with its face still covered with human skin, was dragged by her, floating in the invisible water.

The chasing figure hesitated for a moment before jumping into the water.

The light path in the water extends all the way.

From the darkness, faceless women appeared one after another, gathering around their companions.

There was a rush of water.

In this darkness, a silver thread flashed past.

Those faceless women were not affected at all, the silver thread seemed to have self-awareness, and directly entangled the figures chasing them.

The figure was suspended in the water.

On her face covered by light, the light receded.

I saw the dazed look on her face.

In an instant, a lot of awareness flooded my brain.

I saw a road to hell.

A Yellow Spring Road opened in the water.

However, this is not an easy way to go.

On the bank of the water, there are ghosts squatting, ready to catch the ghosts who are about to enter the underworld at any time, and treat them as their own dishes.

No, that's no ordinary ghost.

I saw the image of an old man fishing.

He has a black yin energy on his body, and his whole soul is black.

This black color entered the river water along the fishing rod and line in his hand, dyeing the white river water gray.

I saw bones at the bottom of the river.

Not long after, I saw the man in black walking naturally in the river again.

A man and a woman walked on the mud at the bottom of the river like walking on flat ground.

They raised their heads and stared at the old fisherman across the river.

The two sides looked at each other, but no one spoke.

It was the two men in black who moved first.

The woman in black grabbed the fishing line and pulled it hard. The fishing line was taut and cut through the water.

The man in black jumped directly from the bottom of the river to the surface, jumped out, and grabbed the old man's neck.

The outcome seemed to be decided in an instant.

The river surged up at this moment.A large amount of river water gushed out upstream, as if a dam had burst.The river directly destroyed the buildings along the bank, and then swept the debris and debris down the river.

The woman in black was directly swept away by the current.

The man in black was distracted, and the old man threw him away.

In the torrent, the fishing line was like a sharp knife, cutting through their black coats, revealing their souls.

This scene didn't last long, all of which were washed away by the current.

"Hehe. Hell, ghost messenger, that's all." The old man sneered, sat down on the bank of the river again, flicked the fishing rod, and threw the hook and bait into the river, "It's a quick escape."

"This time, you won't be able to escape." The old man's voice sounded again, which almost coincided with the ending of the previous sentence.

The consciousness receded, and the scene in my memory disappeared. Only the group of faceless female ghosts in front of me and the distorted figure of the old man seen across the river were left in front of my eyes.