I simply cannot imagine how unstable a man of such a burly build must be without legs!
But what surprised me even more was that the man was completely floating in the air at this moment.
Hearing my call, he turned around. He looked to be a man in his fifties.
Her light gray clothes had some holes, and her hair was messy, as if she hadn't washed it for more than ten days.
He was holding a receipt in his hand.
I can see it very clearly; it's similar to the one in my hand.
Until you see his mouth, there is some liquid around his mouth, but his whole face is a translucent blue.
I'm certain this person is here to send a package to the underworld.
Moreover, it's not a person.
Even the tiny drop of water at the corner of his mouth, after sliding down his chin, didn't fall to the ground.
Instead, it dispersed into countless tiny droplets, drifting away in all directions.
"Have another...drink! A good dog doesn't block the way!"
The man swayed drunkenly, scratching his ear and cheek with one hand and pointing at me with the other.
I'm so damn angry.
I just got scammed like this, and now I run into this drunkard.
"Lightning Strike Sword..."
I silently exerted my strength in my heart.
The man, however, seemed remarkably agile; in the blink of an eye, he moved two meters to the side.
Goodness, this is a surprisingly agile fat man.
Just as I was about to unleash the Thunder Strike Sword, this guy spoke again, dramatically punching twice into the air.
"You son of a bitch... the contract... it's almost finished... it can't be destroyed..."
The drunkard's mutterings caught my attention.
I surveyed his surroundings; the man's feet cast no shadow, only a faint blue light.
That's for sure, this guy is definitely a ghost.
However, the things he said really piqued my curiosity.
What the heck? A contract!
Isn't that similar to what I have?
I started to take an interest in this drunkard. Although he had insulted me, he still had some use for me at the moment.
I activated my third eye and took a quick look around. He was the only one there; there was no one he was supposed to fight.
His body was covered in a very typical black aura. Not only that, but I also saw endless anger and malice in him!
I mentally commanded the Thunder Strike Sword to stop, and then let him experience it briefly.
Lei Jijian's sensing ability is stronger than mine, and at this moment, I feel that he can give a different answer than I can.
After all, since entering this submersible, so many things have happened that have baffled me, and I'm afraid there are still things I can't see.
To my slight disappointment, Lei Jijian told me that he was the only guy around, and there were no enemies.
There are no creditors anymore.
However, Lei Jian could also tell that this guy was about to run out of energy.
"What's the meaning?"
"Master, I mean he probably won't live past tonight! I see a strong aura of death emanating from him!"
Death energy?
This is the first time I've heard Lei Jijian say that.
In other words, the Thunder Strike Sword can even tell a person's lifespan?
I briefly inquired about the lightning strike, but the sword spirit told me that he didn't possess such power.
If it were really possible, then he should go and tell fortunes. And things like lifespan are partly determined by fate and partly by one's own luck.
However, Lei Jijian could clearly see that the man in front of him was on his last legs.
"Use your brain! He's a ghost!"
I wish I could strike Lei Jijian twice.
"Master, I can guarantee that even if he is a ghost, he belongs to the group of ghosts with the weakest energy!"
Is that so?
The man was still muttering to himself, saying things that were sometimes audible and sometimes incomprehensible.
And his body kept leaning forward.
I watched him intently, and suddenly the light on his chest seemed to be snatched away, flying off into the distance across the road!
This thing!
"Brother, you saw it too!"
Yiyi's voice came through, and I looked at the girl, who was also staring intently at that energy.
This really confused me. I was looking at it with my third eye open.
Logically speaking, the reason why this ghost can manifest directly in the shallow layer is probably due to the strange energy on its body.
Add to that the smell of alcohol, and perhaps some strange reaction occurred.
Before we could even see the man clearly, he seemed to have gone mad and lunged at me and Yiyi!
Damn it, I mentally cursed his whole family.
Is your brother drunk and unable to see clearly?
How did it suddenly become so sensitive? And even with a target in mind!
Yiyi and I quickly stepped back a lot.
"You son of a bitch, if you want to die, don't come here looking for trouble. You're not going to the post office! This is the mailroom!"
I yelled at the drunkard.
Whether he lives or dies is none of my business, but what I fear is that after he dies, his foul water will splash onto us.
The man, who was halfway to lunge, fell back down upon hearing my words.
However, just as he fell halfway down, it seemed as if he was blocked by a wall, or as if he bumped into something.
The guy then clutched his chest, panting heavily.
Why are you all trying to destroy me...my soul!
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