I have an escape guide

Chapter 69

Sia didn't answer.

Wang Hongbin supported it with his hands, turned over, and came over easily.

Mo Bing threw the Wang Yishu in his hand towards Wang Hongbin. As soon as Wang Hongbin raised his hand, a cloud of black mist enveloped Wang Yishu, and then with a light wave, Wang Yishu was transported into the room. The black mist dispersed, and Wang Yishu was thrown in the on the bed.

"Hey, Mo Bing, don't order me around, okay?" Wang Hongbin said dissatisfied.

Mo Bing: "..."

West Asia looked at Wang Hongbin in surprise. Wang Hongbin hadn't used his ability before, nor had he exposed it, so he underestimated the enemy, thinking that Chen Donghui could get rid of him.

Now, he has completely lost control of Chen Donghui, and Wang Hongbin has also come over, so Chen Donghui must have failed.

"You..." West Asia was about to speak when she was interrupted by Wang Hongbin.

Wang Hongbin's face was full of displeasure, and he said as he approached Sia: "You, you, it's you, I said why there are traces of spirit intrusion in the doll, no matter who you are, let me tell you a word, I'm very angry today, if you don't have the ability, don't mess with me!"

Black mist came out of his body, and upon closer inspection, his black was even purer than Mo Bing's, without any trace of impurity. Mo Bing knelt down, silently picked up his mask, and put it on. stepped back, covering his face.

"You, you..." West Asia couldn't help taking a step back. He was actually a little afraid of Wang Hongbin, and he suddenly had a familiar feeling on Wang Hongbin.

It was the person who knocked on this villa 30 years ago, that mysterious man in black.

It was also the beginning of a nightmare.

He felt the same way when he helped the injured man in black upstairs and looked at him that day.

Fear, trembling, fear, panic, guilt... Countless feelings surged up and penetrated into his soul.

"I'm different from him. I don't need to protect those ghosts, so I see you are very upset, so I'm going to beat you to death!" Wang Hongbin broke his joints, and with a slight movement of his hand, the mist enveloped West Asia.

For a moment, Xia felt that her entire soul was about to be torn apart, and Mo Bing took a step back, slid down against the wall quietly, panting slightly for a rest.

A scream came from the black mist, and West Asia's cry for help was faintly heard. What is more terrifying than ghosts is pure and deep evil.

Wang Hongbin turned around, looked at Mo Bing and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Mo Bing replied calmly.

Wang Hongbin pointed to his own face and said: "I suggest that you go out or do the same as me, kill someone to cover up, it will be more convenient, after all, no matter how much we pretend to be human, we are not human, there will always be some things we can't do Take human form, like your face."

"No need." Mo Bing refused.

"Yes, I admit, I am surprised at your specialness, but you know what you are, right? Huh? We will always kill people, we will definitely kill people." Wang Hongbin was a little out of breath, he knew that he was not talking to Mo Mo. Bing was angry, but at himself.

Some things are said for others, but also for yourself.

Mo Bing raised his head, there was calmness in his black eyes, he looked at Wang Hongbin calmly and said, "I never killed."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!! That's why you are so weak!" Wang Hongbin stomped his feet in anger, he walked up to Mo Bing, half-kneeled in front of him, grabbed Mo Bing's collar, lifted it up, and Angrily said, "Why? Tell me! Why can you!? It's not fair!"

Mo Bing raised his hand, knocked off Wang Hongbin's hand holding him, leaned against the wall again, and said, "You're right."

"Ok?"

"I want to live like a human being."

……

Wang Hongbin was silent. He glanced at Mo Bing's right hand, stood up, and said, "How long will it take for your right hand to recover?"

"One night is enough." Mo Bing replied simply.

Wang Hongbin put his hands in his pockets, walked outside the balcony, looked at the scenery outside, and said, "Tell me, if this falls, how many ghosts will tear it to pieces?"

Mo Bing: "..."

Wang Hongbin: "It's hell at night. Thirty years ago, the same kind came here. It's no wonder that this place has become what it is now."

"No, not only that, space-time chaos plus space distortion, we can't do it to this extent." Mo Bing said.

Wang Hongbin showed a hint of interest, turned around and asked, "You've been looking for him, right?"

"He is the source."

"For more than 30 years, they couldn't find him. Can you find him?" Wang Hongbin asked.

Mo Bing: "Always try."

"Tch, you're the only one who thinks that way, and you deserve it for being like this." Wang Hongbin said disdainfully.

Mo Bing ignored him again.

In the black mist nearby, Xi Ya's screams were still heard. With a wave of Wang Hongbin's hand, the black mist dissipated, and a broken puppet floated in the air.

A small spirit body could be seen hiding in the doll's body. Wang Hongbin pinched his neck and asked, "Where did that man 30 years ago go?"

Xi Ya's weak voice came: "No, I know..."

Wang Hongbin exerted a slight force on his hand, and he could hear Xi Ya's weak panting, and he seemed to be suffering. Wang Hongbin narrowed his eyes and said, "I just want to ask again, how did he disappear?"

"I don't know, he suddenly disappeared, but, but, all his things are still in the room..." Xia finished the sentence after stumbling.

Wang Hongbin let go of his hand slightly, and asked, "What is it?"

"His hat, hat, and clothes, clothes." Xi Ya replied tremblingly. Although his eyes were still red and his face was ferocious, he was still instinctively afraid of Wang Hongbin.

How could he want to take Mo Bing's body, how could he have the illusion of success?

Not at all possible.

They are not on the same level at all, impossible, impossible!

"Help..." Xi Ya made a weak call for help to Mo Bing.

Mo Bing lowered his head, moved his fingers slightly, Wang Hongbin snorted coldly, carried the puppet possessed by West Asia, walked to the balcony, raised his hand, and made a gesture of throwing.

"Go to hell!" Wang Hongbin threw the doll outside forcefully.

There was panic in Xia's eyes, he knew, he knew what was waiting for him in the darkness outside if he left this villa.

he does not want!
No!no no no! !He doesn't want to go!he does not want! ! !
dying!
dying! ! !
"Ah!—" There was a heart-piercing roar from the puppet, it was the most desperate sound a person could make, Mo Bing was awakened by his cry, raised his head, and looked out the window.

I saw countless black threads protruding from the puppet's body, and that thread was thicker and darker than before. All the black threads wrapped around Wang Hongbin's body in an instant, bursting out with all his strength.

Wang Hongbin was still complacent, but the next second, he was dragged out by the rapidly falling puppet.

"Wang Hongbin!"

(End of this chapter)