Afterwards, Jiang Ji found the ghost groom's mourning hall, put a wedding dress on the groom, and sent him to the side room.

These actions are divided into countless small grids by cartoonists.

Only body details are shown in the grid, one frame per shot.

The groom's suit was taken away, and the ghost groom was thrown into the side room. Jiang Ji, who changed into the wedding suit, had loose and smooth black hair, and with his slightly raised cat eyes and mole under his eyes, he was another kind of cunning and smart handsomeness.

Watching the body disappear, the barrage area was hotly discussing——

【What kind of ability is this! 】

[It disappeared in a flash. The method of committing the crime and the previous wall and coffin seemed to be space transfer... But isn't the old demon a space-type psychic? Isn't the space-type in this comic setting very rare? Why is it like wholesale cabbage? ]

[Someone has already analyzed it, it is definitely not a space-related ability... Sister Wu may have more than one ability like Captain Xie.]

[To be honest, Jiang Wu is a little too mysterious. If she were still alive, I would be Sister Ke Wu x Ying Huai.]

[I can also eat dead people (shameless)]

The plot progresses to the part where Jiang Ji meets up with the main characters.

Jiang Ji didn't even need to click on the comments; he could already imagine the readers' howling from the sudden surge in the number of comments.

She took a closer look at her expression below.

Very good, no crash, you can skip it.

Kamiyama County occupied the first half of this update. A lot of things happened during this period and the pace was very fast. However, the cartoonist has some editing skills, and the retained plot does not make people feel jumpy at all, and presents this past in its entirety.

Jiang Ji thought it was okay when he was involved, but it was only after reading the comics that he felt the thrill of this B-level ghost story.

Seeing this ghost realm that spanned hundreds of years collapse and destroy in front of everyone, Jiang Ji took a short break.

Turning to the next page, the comic returned to normal tones, announcing the end of this strange story.

The night was dark and the eastern suburbs looked like a blur of ink.

Three pale figures hid in the woods on one side, staring at the black car approaching from a distance with malicious eyes.

The person who bowed miserably in the funeral home last time is still alive. Without the replenishment of lifespan, these vengeful spirits transformed by the curse cannot continue to exist in the world and can only be dragged back to the underworld by force majeure.

They can't wait to find their next target.

When the psychics awaken, their physical fitness is strengthened. They often react faster than ordinary people when danger comes and have a higher survival rate. So this time they have learned their lesson and started looking for ordinary people to attack.

The cartoonist did not depict the scene where Jie Yu was carrying out the mission, so he wrote their names in bloody fonts next to the three vengeful spirits that suddenly appeared.

【Tragedy of Ghost】

Only these three words are needed, and he doesn't need to explain in detail. Mature readers have already learned to use search engines to find information related to "残拜".

The barrage was filled with readers who were labeled as die-hard fans, who provided scientific information to other readers and also shared some of their own personal experiences.

The black font looked more and more weird, so Jiang Ji decisively shifted his gaze and returned to the content of the comic.

The owner of the black car was a young man who looked like a white-collar worker who had just finished working overtime. He yawned tiredly.

I took a nap secretly, and when I opened my eyes again, I was shocked to see three pale figures appearing on the empty road!

Those three figures were obviously different people, but when they raised their heads quietly, they showed exactly the same faces, with exactly the same expressions!

At first the man thought he was seeing things, so he stretched his neck to look, and saw the three figures still standing straight on the street.

There was no response to his horn, and the car seemed to be out of control and could not stop no matter how hard he stepped on the brakes.

As the car crashed straight into the three people, the man's desperate face was reflected in the rearview mirror.

At the critical moment, three vines rushed out from nowhere.

The road was filled with dust and smoke, and the three figures quickly retreated and soon disappeared from the man's sight.

The man slammed the brakes, causing the car seat to shake as well. He buried his face in the steering wheel, trembling all over and taking a few deep breaths before he raised his head in uncertainty.

The streets were empty, as if nothing had happened.

The man became more and more frightened the more he thought about it. He didn't dare to drive forward anymore. He turned the car around quickly and ran away.

It was a dark room with only the light from the computer on the desk.

The computer is a very old-fashioned desktop computer that still retains the oldest system and can only barely access the Internet.

The dim light from the screen illuminated the surroundings, and on the shelf behind the computer was a row of straw-head dolls.

Green grass has grown on the heads of these grass-head dolls, and each head is greener and more lush than the other.

There was also a straw-head doll on the table, its limbs had been disassembled, and its head, arms and legs had not been reassembled.

This scene leaves the readers confused.

The cartoonist gave a close-up of the screen, and a private message popped up.

[dhsjdujdskaa: A task.]

[dhsjdujdskaa: Wetland Park, three people going, big order, do you want to take it?]

It was a very brief conversation, but it was clear that the person who sent the message with this garbled ID was a man of a quick character.

There was clearly no one in front of the computer, but a tap-da-da sound suddenly appeared in the comic box.

The camera turned to the desktop computer, and still no one appeared, but a line of reply appeared on the screen with a familiar sense of banter.

[Are you already so short of people?]

[dhsjdujdskaa: ...You can go if you want.]

[Go, it's been a while since I went on a mission with you, I'm looking forward to it~]

The other party replied with a series of dots, seeming to be speechless.

After a long time, dhsjdujdskaa sent another message: [Wait to meet another companion, a newcomer, go?]

The mysterious man showed no interest: [No, I have a mission.]

After replying, the mysterious man seemed dissatisfied and added: [You will always be a newcomer here.]

dhsjdujdskaa replied quickly: [gun]

Now, the mysterious man in front of the desktop computer was finally satisfied.