Without a time reference, Siming always felt that a long time had passed. He was not used to this feeling of being unable to judge and predict.
With every step he took, Siming counted a number, and he counted no less than 100 million numbers.
This is definitely not normal.
One hundred million numbers, no less than 20,000 kilometers.
He didn't feel very tired, the sky didn't change, and the ghosts on the street didn't change.
Siming felt that this felt a bit like being trapped in a ghost wall.
But not like that.
Because they are indeed moving forward, and every step they take is real.
Every ghost and every object that passes by is different.
But he still felt strange.
"Girl, didn't you notice anything?"
Cotton Jacket looked at him blankly: "What did you find?"
"Aren't you tired after walking for so long? Aren't you hungry?"
This is also what makes Siming feel strange. After walking for such a long time, Mian'ao has never complained of being hungry once.
Cotton Jacket was even more bewildered: "Have we been walking for a long time? No? But I'm hungry. Can I have something delicious to eat?"
Siming's steps suddenly stopped and his handsome face darkened.
"Can."
Mian'ao was overjoyed and rushed towards Siming with his mouth wide open.
Siming stood still and caught the cotton jacket that fell on him.
He felt something being torn off his ears, eyes, nose and mouth by his cotton-padded jacket and swallowed into his stomach in two or three bites.
The strange feeling disappeared immediately.
Siming let out a breath of foul air. He never expected that there would be a day when he would be bewitched by a ghost.
He glanced at the soul that floated out of the cotton jacket.
This is a kind of ghost, a monster of the same level as a fierce ghost.
The ghost is strange and likes to play tricks on people and confuse their minds.
Just now, Sima Ming's five senses were blocked by it, causing an illusion.
He was so angry that he didn't even know when he was entangled.
Looking at the cotton-padded jacket that made me so satisfied, I wanted to be angry but couldn't.
He poked her forehead unhappily: "You saw it, right?"
Mian'ao rubbed his forehead aggrievedly: "You won't let me eat."
Siming gritted his teeth and said, okay, it’s all his fault.
"Let's find someone."
"Oh," Mian'ao replied uninterestedly, "Can I still eat something delicious?"
Siming snorted. If he said no, this girl would probably just watch him act stupidly without saying anything.
That’s great.
"Yes, those who actively cause trouble for us can eat."
Mian'ao was immediately delighted and wished that all the ghosts in Ghost Street would come and cause trouble for them.
Siming didn't bother to look at the cotton-padded jacket on his face, and pulled her along and walked quickly.
At the other end of Ghost Street, the man in black robe and two people and one ghost were fighting fiercely.
They were in a church-like building. There were no ghosts within a mile, so no one knew what was happening here.
The two people are Mu Tong and Jin Tie that Siming is looking for.
Mu Tongjintie clearly felt that the man in black robe was very strange and they could not defeat him.
Moreover, the man in black robe, what a familiar outfit.
Not only did Siming and Mian'ao often encounter the black-robed man, they also often saw traces of the black-robed man when they investigated the disappearance of ghosts.
They vaguely discovered that the man in black robes was not just one person, but a group.
The evil ghost with essence and blood in its brain that Zhou Zhou, the unlucky ghost, and Luo Fuxu are investigating seems to be closely related to the man in black robe.
The black-robed man is really everywhere.
I just don’t know what the purpose of the black-robed man in front of me is.
There was also a ghost general next to him, who was seriously injured. The ghost energy in his body was like a leaking balloon, constantly leaking out.
Looking at the man in black robe, his dark eyes kept rolling.
It was injured by the man in black robe just now.
Of course, it wasn't just the black-robed man in front of him. Several black-robed men besieged it before, which led to it being seriously injured and ambushed by the man in front of it.
If two humans had not suddenly appeared, it would have been scared to death.
The ghost general was very angry and scared.
The man in black robe is too powerful.
Mu Tong, Jin Tie were all blown away at the same time. There was blood at the corner of his mouth and his face looked very ugly. He must have been seriously injured.
The two men struggled to stand up, looked at the man in black robe warily, and approached the ghost general.
"run."
While the man in black robe was not paying attention, Mu Tong let out a low cry.
The ghost general was not stupid either, and he rushed out.
The man in black robe seemed to have known their plan for a long time.
He curled his lips into a cold smile, waved his hand, and set up restrictions around him, so that neither the two men nor the ghost could escape.
With seals formed with his hands, an invisible force bound the two people and the ghost, and kept shrinking them.
This is a soul-binding seal, specifically used to bind souls.
The moment it tied up, the soul felt like it was being slowly roasted over fire, painful and torturous.
The ghost general's eyes were burned red and he almost lost his mind.
Mu Tongjintie is a monk after all, and can resist.
But their abilities are not as good as those of the men in black robes, and their resistance is very low.
Just as he was about to be burned to death, the restriction crackled and broke.
Sima Ming flashed like a cheetah at high speed and headed straight for the black-robed man's throat.
The man in black robe was shocked. He had not expected such a sudden change and dodged quickly.
When Mu Tong Jin Tie saw the person coming, he couldn't help but shout joyfully, "Boss."
Sima Ming glanced at them with disdain and said, "What a loser."
The two were immediately filled with shame and anger.
The man in black robe was no match for Sima Ming and was beaten back step by step.
He glanced at the ghost general and knew that he could not retreat. He had to complete the mission.
He gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed to the door, not caring about anything else, gnawing on the chicken leg happily, looking at the cotton-padded jacket that looked easy to grab.
Sima Ming was startled for a moment, then calmed down.
It is impossible to stop someone who wants to die.
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