The abnormality in Bo Shuo's heart became more and more obvious. After running to a safe distance, he took the time to ask 007:
"Do I have the skills that other candidates have rated me?"
This question was quickly denied by 007: "No, if there is, I will definitely remind you."
"Perhaps these Ghost have built-in tracking capabilities?"
Bo Shuo laughed in anger and pointed at himself, "Then they didn't chase anyone, so why did they chase me? Is there something about me that attracts..."
"Wait... it seems there is."
Bo Shuo thought of something, rummaged through his pocket, and suddenly appeared Blood Glass Bottle in his hand.
The moment Blood Glass Bottle appeared.
The Ghost in the back was like crazy, roaring and screaming one after another, and the pitch fluctuated.
"Eat... eat... eat... eat..."
Bo Shuo Carefully identify these noisy words and find that they all mean the same thing.
Eat.
Eat something, what is in his hand?
Thinking of this, Bo Shuo lowered his head and glanced at the Blood Glass Bottle in his hand.
The liquid inside Glass Bottle began to slosh with the movement. The viscous liquid hung on the glass wall, and then slowly dripped down. The Rou Kuai mixed inside could be seen at a glance.
Bo Shuo I'm pretty sure it's meat inside.
But I'm not sure what kind of meat it is.
007: "I can't scan this. The aura is very mixed. It seems to be related to Exam Question. Host, you have to find clues by yourself."
Never mind.
Bo Shuo took a deep breath, turned around, and saw Ghost running towards him.
Then he raised his hand and threw the Glass Bottle in his hand into the sky.
"Click."
With the crisp crackling sound of Glass Bottle, a rich sweet aroma slowly penetrated into the air.
"It smells so good, it smells so good!!!"
"My... my... go to hell!"
The group of Ghost started running towards the small pool of Blood and Flesh like crazy, and even fought over the little bit of Blood and Flesh.
There were shrill wails everywhere.
Countless Black Mists were galloping up in this narrow corridor, filling their eyes with darkness.
Black Haired Youth, however, seemed not to be affected at all. He felt as familiar as if he were in his own home, and there was no stagnation or discomfort when walking.
He did not look at these Ghost fighting scenes anymore, but planned to return the same way.
Sure enough, as the Blood Glass Bottle was thrown out, the surrounding Ghost became scarce at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bo Shuo glanced at the map and saw that Ghost in a small area nearby seemed to be attracted and rushed towards the place where he threw the Blood and Flesh bottle.
The fighting was brutal.
Just to take a lick of Blood and Flesh on it.
Not far away, Meng Ran Nian and Yu Zhou were resting in the corner.
When they saw Bo Shuo coming out of the corner, they all rushed to greet him.
"Mr. Bo, how is it?"
Yu Zhou came up and asked for help nervously, with a flattering face.
Meng Ran Nian looked at him, a little speechless.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that nothing will happen to Mr. Bo, and the way he looks now is really a bit pretentious.
Yu Zhou doesn't care what Meng Ran Nian thinks at all.
Completely immersed in his own art, he doesn't know what the universe is.
He is very sure of his position.
As a qualified bitch.
Anyway.
At least the attitude must be in place and the emotional value must be full.
Black Haired Youth glanced at him lightly.
Yu Zhou is instantly as quiet as a chicken.
"There's something wrong with that Glass Bottle."
Bo Shuo rarely had the patience to explain, "The meat inside will make all the weirdos snatch it, but I don't know what kind of meat it is."
Meng Ran Nian frowned, and then said in confusion, "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel that the breath of Blood and Flesh is a bit familiar, but the one I smelled before was very faint, and I can't remember it clearly."
Meng Ran Nian is Perception Talent User.
Since he said that he was familiar with it, there must be traces to follow, but the clues are not clear yet, so he can only forget about it.
Just when everyone was discussing the clues.
Suddenly there was a scream from the house behind.
"Mr. Bo, I found a diary!"
Wooden Door was opened with a clang.
Ni Zi came out of the room, still holding a White Paper in his hand, and looked at several people raising their hands and shaking them.
The hallway is obviously not a good place to talk.
Bo Shuo walked into the door opened by Ni Zi first, followed by the two others.
The facilities in each room are exactly the same, but compared to the night room, the furniture and items inside are much newer, and the dust in some places has been carefully cleaned.
"Mr. Bo, look at this."
Ni Zi took a step forward, spread out White Paper in his hand, put it on the table, and motioned for Bo Shuo to look at it.
Bo Shuo lowered his eyes and took in the entire content of White Paper at a glance.
This is an autobiography similar to a diary.
The content above seems to have been written with blood, as the handwriting began to oxidize and turn black over time.
There are only a few lines written on it.
My name is Zhang Xiong.
Xiyue On the 10th day of the month, I learned the truth about this slaughterhouse... She asked me not to speak, she asked me to be silent.
I regret so much, I regret so much.
I regretted eating a bowl of broth, I regretted it so much
Regret regret regret...
Don't kill! Don't kill! Don't kill!
Don't eat people, eating people will...
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