Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 40 Ghost: What a scary ghost!

"Ron, come on, over here!"

The green-eyed boy called Ron over in a very gentle tone.

In the depressive atmosphere of this city, even if he had disguised himself, and even if no one cared about them at night dominated by the crimson moon, Roy Moore still maintained a cautious heart.

This is the experience gained from years of hard life here.

Putuo City is not big, and the route to the General Guards Logistics Department is familiar to the young man.

After all, the aroma of butter is so tempting.

After experiencing several dark paths and main streets with torches on the roadside, Roy Moore took Ron to the destination of his trip.

This is a rather large courtyard, although it is not as tall as the tall buildings of Loen Kingdom, nor is it as ostentatiously decorated with gold as Intis.

But this courtyard has the style of death worship in the early years of Xibailanggu.

What a native word!
The fence lined with skulls and the lanterns surrounded by arm bones silently tell how bad the aesthetics of the owner of this place is.

"Same as last time, no one is guarding it!"

Roy Moore stood in the dark corner and looked around repeatedly. He looked through the fence and found that except for the two guards standing at the door, there was no one guarding the inside of the courtyard.

"There really isn't anyone..."

Ron then stuck out his little head and whispered the words of the boy next to him.

There is really no one, no living person to be precise.

Because where the materials are piled in the courtyard, there are shadows and ghosts floating around. They are not seen by ordinary people. They are floating around in the courtyard, and their spiritual bodies are passing through the physical materials. Just like in a ghost story.

Looking at the undead creatures in the courtyard with their tongues sticking out, pale faces, and fangs, and their faces dark or pale, Ron was really worried about the young man next to him.

If he remembered correctly, Roy seemed to have told him just now that he took out a jar of butter from here last time.

If the situation was still the same last time, then...
"What a lucky fate..."

The blond boy sighed inwardly.

"Ron, I didn't expect the general guards to be so careless. They didn't send more people to take care of these supplies!"

The boy with green eyes was overjoyed and shared his inner joy with the new friends around him.

"Hey, Roy, didn't you feel anything was wrong last time you came here?"

Ron coughed lightly, trying to make the boy next to him realize the seriousness of the problem.

"Ah? It's nothing. I might have been a little nervous last time. I always felt a cold feeling after I went in. I was afraid of being discovered, so I took out half a can of butter."

"But I won't miss the opportunity this time. Good opportunities like this don't come around often!"

The green-eyed boy was like a silly roe deer, innocently answering Ron's questions and making up his own mind.

It's cool because there are evil spirits affecting you. The butter you took last time was probably placed there by some chef, and it is not counted as supplies guarded by the undead...

Ron pursed his lips and pushed up his monocle. Even if he didn't have to look back at the scene, he could guess what the silly roe deer was facing at that time.

"What's wrong Ron? Is there a problem?" Seeing the hesitation of his new friend, Roy Moore asked curiously.

"No, it's nothing. I'm also curious about why the general guards are so careless?"

"Hey, Ron, you don't understand. They are always like this and become lax in their own territory!"

Taking advantage of his advantage as a local, Roy Moore looked like he understood everything and briefly explained a few words to Ron.

"Alright, Ron, please help me here. I'll quietly go inside and take out some good stuff!"

After observing for a long time and not finding any hidden guards, the green-eyed boy stretched his arms and made a gesture of leaving everything to me to Ron.

Then, he bypassed the two guards guarding the door and came to a position where he could not easily be noticed. Taking advantage of his size, he got in under the gaze of the skulls on the fence.

I saw the green-eyed boy tiptoeing, as cautiously as if, no, just a thief, as he came to the piled supplies.

His very hidden movements did not attract the attention of the guards, but they were noticed by the shadows and ghosts floating in the air and wandering in the real world.

They stopped floating aimlessly and stagnated in mid-air, while their illusory and deformed heads rotated 180 degrees, staring at the thief who was exposed in the spotlight.

A silent roar suddenly came out, and a cold and terrifying atmosphere instantly filled the air, making Roy Moore shrink his neck and scratch his head.

This sudden and strange feeling made the green-eyed boy very confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

"No matter what, get the good stuff first and then what you need to do now!"

Roy gritted his teeth, overcame the invisible fear in his mind, and came to the supplies as nimbly as a rabbit.

The dust-covering curtain was silently lifted, revealing the hidden food.

There were actually strips of cured ham placed on this large and sturdy table!

Looking at the food in front of him, the young man took a deep breath. This was both the joy from the upcoming harvest and the wonder of having never seen the world before.

The alluring aroma made the young man unable to restrain his arms anymore, and raised his hand to grab it. He did not look for other more precious items, because a ham was enough to satisfy him.

At this moment, just when Roy caught the ham, the shadows and ghosts floating in the air seemed to have locked onto some target, and they all let out silent roars, trying to influence the thief's spirit body to tear into pieces. Make him insane and become an idiot.

However, this silent roar was sent out, but it did not have any impact on the boy, just like the sound that can make people's spiritual bodies confused cannot be conveyed due to the distance.

Before those undead creatures with low intelligence could take the next step, they suddenly felt a huge pressure coming on them.

The pressure here is not physical pressure, but forced oppression from the personality.

The aura that was older than the underworld, the oppression that was more powerful than the descendants of the God of Death, all made these undead creatures who had no sense at all regain their own sense, and they all fell to the ground to express their submission.

They didn't move, or rather they didn't dare to move, for fear of offending the great being who was watching them from the dark.

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