Ajin picked up the photos, wiped them on his body, and then turned them over.

The golden retriever, whose hair was drooping in the rain, suddenly had his pupils shrink.

In the first photo, Xue Li was lying in a pool of blood, looking unwillingly at the altar, his whole body broken into several pieces.

In the second photo, Ye Changli's head was hung on the eaves, with his eyes open and the corners of his mouth raised. A white rain cloth was tied under his head, blowing back and forth in the wind, like a large sunny doll.

How cruel.

"Weather Wizard" Ye Changli died while praying for the rain to stop.

The third one is a thangka of human skin. The head part is dark brown and shriveled, as are the limbs. Only the body is painted.

Even though he couldn't see it clearly, Ajin knew that it was a microscopic butterfly.

The last one...

Ah Jin gritted his teeth and turned his hand over, his trembling body stiffened.

There is nothing, it's black.

Maybe it was soaked by the rain and it couldn't be developed.

How could there be none? Where is Jiang Ji?

Da, da, da——

The footsteps approached and stopped in front of him.

Ajin ignored it at first, but found that the snow-white figure did not penetrate him and leave.

Can you see... him?

Ah Jin looked up in a daze. The figure was very tall, and a dark shadow covered him. The black umbrella blocked the upper half of his face, and only his clear and distant jaw and very light lips could be seen.

This secret face that cannot be seen clearly...

"prophet."

The blond young man's voice was as hoarse as his own in the dream.

"Is this the end for us?"

Ajin has completely understood that all this was intentional.

He was deliberately allowed to witness everything happening from a bystander's perspective, clearly but powerlessly.

It allowed him to see the future very clearly, yet he was unable to change it.

“This is what I wanted you to see.”

"The predetermined fate can no longer surprise me."

The voice was distant and cold, like a god looking down on humanity from the clouds, and it seemed to carry a trace of compassion that shouldn't be there. "Weirdness will only make this ancient soil bloom with flowers of killing. I don't like it. Only humans can plant the seeds of hope."

"I once met a human child who gave her a glimpse of her destiny, but she rushed towards an unsolvable fate like a moth to a flame... Humans are always so naive, brave and stubborn."

"You are well protected by your companions. A child who grows up in love will die in pain." The indifferent voice blocked out the noisy sound of the rain and was clearly engraved in Ajin's mind. "So, what can you do for them?"

The snow-colored man raised his hand slightly, and his cold white fingers touched the golden retriever's forehead. The coldness enveloped the whole body and finally gathered in one place.

Ajin's eyes were covered with blood, and then he saw tangled blood vessels and flesh, as well as three floating black spots.

Are these...the three ghosts in his stomach?

Strands of rain stood still in the air, and everything was silent.

"When you've made up your mind, you can come find me."

What was before my eyes shattered as these words came out.

Ah Jin opened his eyes and felt something foreign in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was the Polaroid photos in his dream.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Ji squatted in front of him and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Ah... nothing."

He quickly put the Polaroid camera away, but the other person still accidentally glanced at it, "Huh? What is this?"

"I forgot to take out the photos I took last time."

Fortunately, the Polaroid photo on top was the completely black one, so Jiang Ji didn't notice anything. "Oh."

"Where is the Nightmare Banshee?" He looked around.

"I don't know." Jiang Ji said, "I seemed to be pulled into a dream just now. I didn't take a few steps before the illusion suddenly shattered, and then I was kicked out... I woke up and found that you were still in the dream. I called you for a long time. If you don't wake up, I will take action."

Ajin thought that when the dream was shattered, it must be the intervention of the "prophet".

"Did you dream about any familiar people?" Ajin asked casually.

Jiang Wu has a closer relationship with the "prophet" than herself, and it is very likely that he has also been in her dreams.

As Jin asked, he admired his own rapidly improving acting skills in his heart. Even a cunning guy like Jiang Ji didn't notice anything unusual. He really had a promising future.

"Acquaintances?" Jiang Ji thought for a moment, "It's just you and Ying Huai and the others, what's wrong?"

"Oh, let's go downstairs."

"good."

The nightmare banshee hid in the dark, watching the two figures leaving, recalling the illusion in her dream just now.

Even though this was a dream narrated by Lord Jiang Wu and constructed by her, and the prophet that appeared in it was just a fragment of Lord Jiang Wu's memory, the Nightmare Banshee could still feel the ancient and long-standing aura of the snow-white figure...

So terrifying! As expected, it is above scarlet!

It's time for her to leave here.

The prophet was right. Staying here was just a waste of time. There was no way to repair her body. Even if she relied on Huang Mingfeng's ghost domain to advance to A-level, the barely stitched-together body would not be able to bear the ghost power, and it would only leak out from the gaps in various parts of the body.

She had to first go to several places provided by Lord Jiang Wu to find strange objects that could repair herself, and then be on standby at any time to await the Lord's arrangements.

The FBI that had dealt with her before, the Nightmare Banshee smiled coldly, she would never let it go!

Jiang Ji and A Jin came to the third floor and saw the hall which had been demolished into a clean room without compensation.

There was a huge hole on the ground. Jiang Ji stuck his head out and saw that it led directly to the first floor. There were several charred corpses in the deep pit.

Jiang Ji pulled Ye Changli over and pointed at the hole: "Who did it? So violent?"

"It must be the boss at this level." Ye Changli sighed. "While we were still arguing in the complaint room, a fight had already started over there. I really don't understand. Could it be that the conflict in the consultation is bigger than the conflict in our complaint mediation?"

"Where's Xue Li?"

"He went to deal with the morgue on the fifth floor."

Jiang Ji looked at Wei Shengdie, who held her face with both hands and sighed happily.

"In fact, the conversation was going pretty well. The weird boss had a pleasant face, but the consultant insisted on finding some underworld topics. When he saw the red string on the boss's hand, he said in surprise, 'Are you also from our hospital morgue?' And that was it."

Wei Shengdie didn't say anything. One second before the bombing began, she clearly saw Ying Huai slowly raise his eyebrows, and a hint of murderous intent was mixed in his lazy smile.