They just came out of the fog, and they haven't had time to look for Skin Bag yet.
In line with the principle of letting the eldest brother eat the meat first and then the soup, I didn't expect that the eldest brother was caught by the young man not long after he took action, and in the end only a thin layer of Blood Skin was left.
A few people were hiding in a dark corner, their limbs huddled together abnormally, their trembling eyes falling on the young man who was walking further and further in the rain.
The raindrops fell on the black umbrella, and then broke into a small piece of mist, which covered the young man's back, but he still looked as tall as a pine tree.
Looks like a human being.
But it's just like it.
In fact, they didn't have time to see what happened just now, and their low-level Ghost IQs are not very high, so they have no way of knowing what happened before.
But although they don't think about it, they can see it.
His eyes were fixed on the Human Skin that the young man was carrying. Now that Human Skin was in the young man's hand, where was the Skinning Ghost inside?
You must know that Skinning Ghost cannot live independently outside for a long time, so he must find a shell to use as his own.
Unless--
So scary, so scary.
Several Imposters were trembling here, never expecting that things would turn out like this in the end.
Just when they were scared, a touch of Silver White came quietly again.
Someone had already noticed that something was wrong, and wisps of coolness penetrated the skin. One Imposter trembled and lowered its head, and saw a Silver Thread slipping onto its neck.
"..."
Following a few unknown screams, peace returned to the place.
(Emotion Points+1999 from Imposter)
Bo Shuo didn't care, and just restrained Silver Thread's fingertips.
007 reminded, "Host, this group of Skinning Ghost is actually a derivative of A-Class Ghost. If we kill so many, it will definitely attract his attention."
Bo Shuo calmly wiped away a few drops of blood from the tip of the silk thread with a white handkerchief.
"Let Him come."
After saying this, 007's words were stuck in his throat.
Little Light Orb silently leads the way.
Li Jianguo's skin was buried by Bo Shuo in a cemetery not far away.
Bo Shuo didn't stay there for long. He exchanged Emotion Points for a tombstone and replaced it with one. Then he held an umbrella and held a moment of silence in the rain, and then returned the same way.
The long, jet-black hair was contaminated by the moisture outside as she moved around, leaving a light mist between the hair strands.
Li Jianguo had no children, so even if he died here, no one would collect his body except him.
"Actually, I always feel that it's not very real."
Black Haired Youth's steps did not pause, and his words were very soft.
"Actually, when I was at Lost Paradise, I could keep comforting myself that this was just a novel and everything was fake. As long as I completed the task, I could go home."
That state is equivalent to playing a holographic game. You just put your heart and soul into it, but you still can't empathize.
Even the emotion of fear is condescending.
Because Bo Shuo truly knows that he never belongs there, he will go home, he will return to his own world.
Bo Shuo smiled to himself.
"But I'm back, and nothing seems to have changed."
Countless people have died before, but in the eyes of Bo Shuo, they are just numbers, a virtual number that can be replaced at any time.
Those numbers seemed bland in Bo Shuo's eyes.
At most, just take a quick glance and tell yourself in your heart.
Oh, someone died.
But when we return to reality, it is completely different from before, when people we were familiar with in the past really die here.
An idea just crossed my mind.
It turns out it was a human being who died.
I couldn't explain what it was like, I just felt that the handle of the umbrella I was holding was cold, and then it slowly penetrated all the way from the fingertips, and even my bones felt cold.
It turns out that the person who died was a person.
*
The dishes on the table are already cold.
Bo Chunzhang brought the food to the kitchen to heat it up. While waiting, she turned on her mobile phone to contact Bo Shuo.
"Does it take so long to go downstairs to buy groceries?"
Just after saying this, Wooden Door heard the sound of keys clashing outside. Bo Chunzhang put down the bowl in his hand and hurriedly walked towards the door.
Wooden Door is on.
The entrance is very small.
Black Haired Youth had to tilt his head slightly when he came in. The long black hair fell from his shoulders, mixed with the slightly astringent earthy smell and the sharp Cedar Fragrance.
Her skin is cold and white, the tips of her hair in front of her forehead are soaked in water and stick to the side of her face, and her facial features are even more handsome and superior beyond reproach.
Seeing this, Bo Chunzhang hurriedly stepped forward to take the umbrella from Bo Shuo's hand, and then came out with a clean towel.
"Bo Shuo Where have you been?"
A warm touch came from the top of my head, and there was a towel in my pocket.
Bo Shuo took off the towel on his hand, then looked down at Bo Chunzhang and explained, "The nearby store has been closed, so it took a little longer."
As he spoke, he exchanged Emotion Points for a small bag of salt and took it out.
Bo Chunzhang pursed his lips, then took the salt and put it into the kitchen without saying a word.
"The food is almost cold, come over and eat."
Bo Shuo responded briefly, then hesitated, took out a Black Velvet Box from his pocket, and handed it to the table.