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The desolate edge of the Gobi.

There is a straight road here. Although the road is covered with wind and sand, you can still see its direction, extending all the way to the depths of the Gobi.

There are also some wooden signs standing on the side of the street.

This is a small town on the edge.

In the desolate town, sparse wooden buildings are located in this area, surrounding both sides of the road.

The early morning light appeared on the horizon.

The darkness of last night has been driven away from this small town, and the desolate town is no different from every morning.

Sudden.

Some sounds pierced the early morning silence.

The door of a two-story house was opened, and a fat man walked out carrying a thin man.

He casually dropped the person in his hand to the ground.

He was still cursing: "Damn drunkard, it's already morning! Go back and find your mother, don't stay here day after day."

At this time, the thin figure he threw on the ground was slovenly. He didn't mind lying on the ground and stood up unsteadily.

Apparently the drunkard was referring to him.

"Hey, is this how you treat your guests?"

A slightly magnetic voice appeared next to the strong man.

Hearing this voice, the strong man turned his head.

This is a man with a well-proportioned build, about 1.78 meters tall, wearing a cowboy hat. He was wearing a dark leather coat and a thin vest.

He was wearing jeans, a pair of leather boots, a gun belt on his waist, and a whip on the other side.

As he took off his cowboy hat, his blond hair swayed.

He knocked against his cowboy hat, causing a cloud of smoke.

"What the hell, why is it you Mike? You're not dead yet, and you came to my tavern so early in the morning. It's so unlucky."

The strong man was still cursing, then turned and walked towards his tavern.

The cowboy named Mike was not angry either, and followed him with a smile.

At this time, the tavern in the early morning seemed to have just been cleaned, and a girl was sorting out the items in the tavern.

Seeing this girl, Mike showed a bright smile on his face: "Oh, dear Bellina, I can see you so early in the morning. Come to think of it, I must be favored by the goddess of luck today..."

"Go away Mike, if you harass my daughter here again, I will pull out your tongue and nail it to the rafters."

The brawny boss turned his head and cursed unceremoniously.

Hearing this, Mike could only shrug helplessly at the girl, who only smiled slightly.

Mike sat down on the bar, and the girl took a glass of beer and placed it in front of him.

The sturdy bar owner leaned against the wine cabinet, staring at Mike, and lit a cigar on his lips at some point.

"Tell me, what's the matter? I don't know when you will show up at the pub in the morning.

I don't think I'm going to serve a damn breakfast here. "

"Prepare dry food for me for three days. I also have ten bullets soaked in holy water and three bullets filled with holy ash.

You know the make of my gun.

I also need the hoof ash from the Nightmare Pack Beast, the bat wing membrane from the Night Bat... and an angel's wing feather. "

After saying that, Mike stopped talking and started drinking slowly with the beer glass in front of him.

The bar owner frowned and stared at him with a serious expression.

"Angel's wing feathers, this is not easy to deal with. These things are very rare now."

Hearing this, Mike felt helpless and smiled desolately.

"I know, that's why I came to find you, isn't it?"

"First tell me what you want to do."

Hearing this, Mike stared at the boss in front of him and thought for a moment before saying: "I am going to the depths of the Gobi, and a prey has escaped in."

"The prey has entered the depths of the Gobi? Isn't this a normal thing? Logically speaking, we should give up at this time. You should know this better than me."

Hearing this, Mike sighed: "Of course it was like this in the past, but this time it's different.

He caught a soul in his hand, the soul of Afman's daughter. "

These words made the boss shut up.

"Okay, give me a moment and I'll prepare it for you."

Soon a leather suitcase was carried in the boss's hands and handed to Mike in front of him.

"Let's take stock."

"Haha, if it were anyone else, I would definitely do it, but you don't have to."

Hearing this, the boss was not happy either, he just laughed casually.

"Even if you say so, the money will not be less."

"Oh, come on."

"Don't talk nonsense to me, listen carefully, there is an angel's wing feather inside. So if you go deep into the Gobi, you have to find me two black feathers.

Or give me a devil's horn, I don't care what devil's horn it is. "

Upon hearing this, Mike grabbed the suitcase in his hand without hesitation and drank the beer in one gulp.

He spat casually on the grass: "You are such a profiteer. I should ask the workers in the city to hang you."

He walked out without looking back.

"Only profiteers can survive. This is a small town in the west. No one dares to hang me."

The boss's voice came from far inside the tavern.

At this time, the sun on the horizon has just emerged, and the town is still desolate.

……

dusk.

Golden light shines from the sky and shines on the desolate Gobi, adding a beautiful color to the Gobi.

But it can't hide the dead silence in the Gobi.

A figure is riding a horse, running wildly in the Gobi desert.

"Damn, it's so haunting, this damn ghost place."

The person riding on the horse was Mike. At this time, he looked slightly embarrassed.

The clothes all over his body were in tatters, and even the cowboy hat hanging around his neck had a few holes in it.

The remaining horses ran wildly on the Gobi, and there was the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Only then did I realize that this was not a normal horse at all, but a weird skeletal horse that was almost completely dried up, with only the skin sticking to the bones.

There are still many traces visible on the skeleton horse, just like a horse that has been dead for a long time.

The light of dusk is fading away and the sun is beginning to set over the hills as time goes by.

There is only the coolness of night left in the sky. As the moon becomes more and more prominent in the sky, night is gradually approaching.

The cold wind at night blows the sand on the Gobi desert in all directions.

But Mike was still running wildly at this time, and he became more embarrassed than at dusk.

There were two wounds on his face, which were bleeding.

He held a gun in one hand and used a whip to restrain the horse as a rein in the other.

At this time, he had already run to the back of a valley.

Suddenly, the entire skeleton horse fell apart.

It turned into a pile of bones on the ground, and Mike, who was caught off guard, also rolled twice on the ground.

Fortunately, the sudden change did not make Mike panic. Just when he was about to hit the ground, he rolled twice.

After getting up, he quickly came to the back of a stone wall and sat down against it.

Breathing heavily, regaining strength.

From time to time, he tilted his head to look behind him, as if something was chasing him.

"Did you get rid of it?"

Breathing heavily, he muttered to himself.

With the rapid recovery, my physical strength gradually recovered.

He couldn't help but lick his chapped lips.

As he rested, his awareness of his surroundings began to rise.

In the quiet night, apart from the sound of wind and sand, there seemed to be other sounds interspersed with it.

"whee……"

"Haha, dad..."

Mike felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his ears, so he couldn't help but reach out and take it out.

However, the childlike voice of a girl in my ears came from time to time along the wind.

"What the hell! Am I cursed?"

Mike said to himself, and took out a shining white feather from his arms.

Putting the feather against his chest, the warm light spread throughout his body.

While Mike was relieved, he was also relieved.

Then he immediately came back to his senses, confusion appeared on his face, and he stuffed the feathers back into the inner pocket of his clothes. Because this also shows that he was not cursed or affected by any damn ghost, he just heard the girl's voice.

I couldn't help but rub my head and pat my ears.

"Is there something wrong with me after all?"

He felt that there was something wrong with him, something like auditory hallucinations and tinnitus. In this era, it is normal to have some mental problems.

"Maybe it would be better to drink some wine." He said to himself, pulled out a small metal flask from his waist and took a sip.

"call……"

A sip of wine seemed to really make him feel better.

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

No sound was heard.

I couldn't help but grin and joked to myself: "Only good wine...haha."

"Woooooo~"

Following the sound of the wind leisurely, the sharp sound floated from a distance.

Hearing this voice, Mike immediately became vigilant, quickly got up and raised his gun.

Look carefully towards the way you came.

There was a faint light coming from the other side at night, which was quite conspicuous at night.

"The ghost lingers."

After cursing, Mike quickly moved to the side, but he did not dare to run too fast to avoid alerting the enemy. He could only speed up and lower his voice.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped and almost tripped to the ground.

He turned around and saw that he had stepped on a dead bone, and the dead bone's arm firmly grasped his ankle.

"Let the dead rest in peace!" His voice contained suppressed anger.

With a harsh kick, the heel of the leather boot stepped on the withered body.

With the breaking of bones.

There was a cracking sound from one of the bones.

"Shhhhhh..."

The sharp sound immediately pierced the night.

"Damn it!" Mike shouted the angriest curse of the night.

"It's actually Xiang Gu, why did you, a musician, die in this damn place!!!"

Mike yelled angrily. , but his actions were extremely fast, and he ran wildly without any concealment.

The sharp whining sound behind him started to get louder and approached quickly.

And he kept running wildly, running into the distance without looking back.

But obviously his speed is not as fast as these ghosts, otherwise he would not be able to ride a horse or get rid of them.

The ghost, like a rag wrapped in the clothes of a rotting corpse, passed through the wall and appeared in front of Mike.

Seeing this scene, Mike knew he couldn't run away, so he paused, instantly pulled out the whip from his waist, and threw it away fiercely.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The leather whip hit the ghost's body, and part of the ghost's body was instantly pulled away.

However, the ghost didn't seem to be hurt too much and was still howling high-pitched.

"Shut up, you ugly monsters!"

As he spoke, a faint gray light appeared on the whip. This whip obviously caused considerable damage to the ghost standing in front of him.

With a sharp stinging howl, the ghost couldn't help but disperse.

But after a while, all the ghosts behind him were catching up.

People surrounded Mike.

There is no escape.

"It seems like we can't run away today. Come on, it's really unlucky." Mike said, and the thumb of his right hand holding the pistol pulled the hammer.

He frowned slightly and looked around him warily.

"Are you friends?"

A child's voice sounded from my ears.

Mike looked over with wide eyes.

I don't know when, right next to him, a little red-haired girl was squatting there and looking at him with a smile.

For a moment he thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

However, the ghosts around also all focused on the little girl.

Mike knew there was nothing wrong with him, as a girl appeared next to him.

The situation at this time no longer allowed him to think about why a girl appeared here, the girl's voice he just heard, and the previous sounds.

They are all explaining some problems.

He may have met some incredible beings, even more incredible beings than those ghosts.

However, the next scene broke his fantasy again.

Because those ghosts rushed towards the little girl without hesitation.

Ghosts have a tendency to choose targets.

Since they rushed towards the little girl, it meant that the little girl was not that powerful.

Choosing the little girl instead of choosing himself means that the little girl is more attractive than himself.

Then there are only two situations.

The little girl was some kind of kind soul, perhaps pulled out of her body by something.

Or in another case, the little girl is really a little girl, although it is very strange to appear here.

Either way, you can't just watch it.

The steps that had just been retreating immediately moved forward again.

He whipped the whip in his hand without hesitation, and it was covered with a more powerful light, and half of the ghosts were whipped away at once.

The other half of the ghosts, completely ignoring this, rushed towards the little girl without hesitation, their sharp ghost claws about to pierce her.

At this time, Mike did not dare to save anything and raised his gun to shoot.

But the scene in front of him stunned him again.

The little girl waved her hand and said unceremoniously: "Go away, go away!"

As she waved her hand, the white mist pushed these ghosts outward.

However, what is even more bizarre is that as the fog pushes away.

These ghosts became dim, as if they had been liberated, and their bodies began to glow with starlight.

It began to dissipate under the moonlight, and the appearance of the original version, which was like a rotting corpse after death, began to change.

Transformed into the original human soul.

Men, women, old people...

Their appearance changed one by one into their original appearance, smiling and becoming unreal. It turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.

"Relief!" Mike's voice became surprised.

And the little girl's voice is still coming.

"Come on, come on, Alice won't play with the soul, or dad will be angry."

As the soul completely dissipated, Mike came back to his senses and really looked at the little girl. He didn't know how to speak for a moment, and the current situation had exceeded his imagination.

He needs to sort out the thoughts in his mind before he can regain the unfortunate possibility of speaking.

"Hello." A magnetic voice came from the person next to him.

Mike turned to look.

A very elegant man with an oriental male face looked at him with a smile.

Mike was in a daze and nodded quickly: "Hello."

He had never felt so stiff in communication.

And the little girl also jumped over with her calves and ran over.

Hugging the man's legs.

"Dad, I didn't play with those souls this time, I sent them home."

Zhuang Cai looked at Alice and smiled, pinched her cheek, picked up Alice from his armpits, and held her in his arms.

“That’s good, these souls are bound to the earth, infected by the overflowing emotions, and become crazy.

You should heal them and send them back to where they belong, not play around.

It's nice to watch them transform from their monster-like appearance to their original selves, isn't it? "

After listening to Zhuang Cai's words, Alice nodded heavily.

"Ah."

While investigating intelligence, you must also be responsible for educating Alice so that she will not be like a naughty child.

It's so heartbreaking.

Holding Alice in his arms, Zhuang Cai looked at the embarrassed young man. (End of chapter)