At some point, the two ghosts also jumped off the car and pounced on Shen Ye once again, their eyes filled with a hatred that wished they could tear him to pieces.
Shen Ye wanted to run, but found that his body was so frightened that he couldn't control himself, and all his strength seemed to have been drained away.
Greed!
At this moment, a man's gentle and refined voice rang out, and a vast expanse of black mist swept in, like a surging tide, carrying a dark figure that quickly arrived in front of Shen Ye.
The shadowy figure exuded a malevolent aura, like an evil spirit from hell, its presence arrogant and unruly.
Seeing the powerful aura of the evil spirit, the two demons turned to flee, but the shadowy figure raised its hand and grabbed them, tearing them in half with a sharp crack.
The shadowy figure raised its hand, put the other half of the evil spirit in its right hand into its mouth and swallowed it. The ghost's vitality is very tenacious; even when it is split in two, it still lives. However, its magical power is not as strong as before.
The other half of the demon tilted its head and watched its companion being devoured, then used its last bit of magic to turn into a wisp of white smoke and disappear.
The evil spirit fled, and the shadowy figure vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Shen Ye sat there in a daze, unable to believe his eyes.
The stench on him was so bad that even he couldn't stand it; it felt like he had fallen into a cesspool, and his nose was about to rot from the stench.
He sat there for an unknown amount of time before snapping out of his daze. He wiped the dust off his face and prepared to take out his phone to see how disheveled he looked, only to find that his phone had sunk to the bottom of the water along with his backpack and the taxi.
Shen Ye stood up in a daze, thinking to himself, "Now I'm really a streaker. I have nothing at all. Luckily, I'm still wearing my clothes, otherwise I would have jumped into the river to commit suicide at any moment."
Looking around, the environment was really desolate, overgrown with weeds. This was behind a chemical plant, and the pond where the car sank was where the chemical plant discharged its wastewater.
Having no money on me, I had to walk home and ask the property management for help to open the door.
Throughout the journey, Shen Ye did not contact the system. He was extremely angry at this moment, as this damned system had actually refused to help him in his time of need, which was unforgivable.
Other people's systems are all very protective of their users, but his system? It's good enough if it doesn't betray its master. If you expect it to protect its master, Shen Ye would have died countless times over.
The stupid system is also aggrieved. If it weren't for the need to leave opportunities for those who truly need them, I wouldn't want to listen to your nonsense.
Shen Ye's apartment was on the 18th floor of an upscale residential complex; the number 18 was considered auspicious for businessmen...
In a sense, it also represents dark numbers, such as...
The 18 levels of hell in Chinese mythology...
Stepping into the elevator and pressing the button, Shen Ye felt a sudden chill rush into the elevator the moment the doors closed.
The stimulating and unpleasant experience in the morning made Shen Ye unusually sensitive, and the first thought in her mind was that she had encountered a ghost again.
This chill seemed to seep into his very bones, sending a shiver down Shen Ye's spine, causing him to stand rooted to the spot, too afraid to move an inch.
He held his breath and looked around calmly, only to find that there was nothing there.
Stupid System: 'Don't be afraid, that's your husband.'
As the chilling sensation drew closer, it finally stopped at his neck. Shen Ye broke out in a cold sweat and dared not move an inch.
Finally, Shen Ye focused his gaze on the elevator floor display, where floor numbers were constantly changing.
4, 5, 6...
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