The paper man floated into the darkness, and Qin Nuo suddenly remembered something.

hiss.

I forgot to see what color this paper man is!

A ball of light appeared in the darkness, wrapping the paper man and exposing him to Qin Nuo's sight.

When Qin Nuo saw the color of the paper man, he fell silent.

black……

It's the scary ghost.

A ghost that takes fear as its emotion and is filled with fear of everything around it, isn't it a coward?

Qin Nuo was feeling very unstable.

He had this mentality before, so he didn't use the black paper man.

On the ground, sparks appeared from the black paper figure and then burned to ashes.

Qin Nuo blinked and looked around.

Soon, a weak voice sounded beside my ear: "Why did you call me out?"

Because it was dark, Qin Nuo saw a pair of eyes when he turned around.

Those eyes seemed to have been robbed of all their spirit, dull and lifeless, and when they looked at Qin Nuo, there was a sense of resentment and uneasiness in them.

Qin Nuo's mouth twitched, and he laughed dryly and said, "I didn't want to disturb you."

"But since you're out here, let's do you a favor."

"Fighting club, right?"

"What strength?"

"Well, it's just about annihilation level." Qin Nuo said in a relaxed tone.

The fearful ghost's eyes remained calm as he spoke softly, "Why didn't you call the other two?"

"Although they are not good at talking, they will be interested in what you say."

"You called me out. This kind of environment makes me feel uneasy..."

As he spoke, his eyes looked around, revealing obvious fear.

Qin Nuo listened and couldn't help asking, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

The Fear Ghost paused for a moment before speaking.

"My fear comes from many sources, not just the darkness."

"The darkness just brings back a lot of bad memories."

Having said that, the Fearful Ghost stared at Qin Nuo, his voice trembling slightly with fear: "Including my child..."

When the ghost finished saying this, Qin Nuo clearly heard some terrifying sounds coming from the ghost's body.

A sound similar to the churning of flesh and blood...