All The People Are Monstrous: In Order To Tame Demons, Do You Eat Them Raw?

【Buzz! 【

Congratulations, I found the mass grave... Ticket gates. 【

It's really strange that this ticket gate is built to appear in such a place.】

This is not a decline in morality, nor is it a distortion of human nature. 】

【Maybe it's some less sophisticated ghost tamer who blocks the road in disguise? 【

Now, the ticket gate is your only way out, how do you choose?】 A

burst of prompts came from the phone.

Several people were about to vomit blood.

"I've been performing memorial ceremonies many times so far, and I've never seen this before."

"Damn, it won't be the ghost [of Nightfall], will it?"

"It looks like you have to buy a ticket to enter the mass grave."

"Buy it! No way.

"If we continue like this, our lives will burn."

Time is passing quickly, and several people have no time to discuss the plan, so they can only buy tickets.

In the window of the ticket gate, it was dark.

Two pitch-black caves appeared under the windows.

A strange hand that was dark and dry poked out from the inside, opening its palms, as if asking them for something.

"Money?"

Qin Ziming directly handed over the money.

The money that could be put on it was immediately burned to ashes!

"Baby?"

Someone else put some valuables such as diamonds.

It was still burned to coal.

What the hell is that?

Qin Ziming took a step forward and went directly: "If you want to enter the mass grave, it seems that you have to pay a price."

After that, he put his whole hand on the dry and thin palm.

The moment he put his hand up!

[This price... I love it...]

that dry palm is like it's activated!

Sou!

I saw that the palm grabbed sharply and directly grabbed Qin Ziming's wrist!

Then he dragged sharply towards the ticket gate.

Tear -

"Ah!"

The huge power directly ripped off Qin Ziming's entire arm.

Qin Ziming let out a pig-killing scream, and then hurriedly smeared the wound with a special ointment made by the Apocalypse Organization, stopping the flow of blood.

[Gaa Quack...]

The sound of chewing food came from inside the pitch-black ticket gate, which sounded chilling down the spine.

Qin Ziming's face was difficult to see the extreme, and he was miserable.

Listening to others eat their own arms, it is still crunchy.

This has undoubtedly broken his psychological defenses.

However, the weirdness on [Nightfall] is too important.

As long as you can control the weirdness, what is this effort?

Then, a dry and bloody palm popped out of the window, and in the palm of the hand, there was a thin piece of paper.

At this moment, it was already burned to ashes, and only something was painted on it could be vaguely seen.

It seems... A headless black shadow?

Qin Ziming snatched the paper with his only remaining hand, and held it in his arms like a treasure.

You know, in order to get this paper ticket, he paid an arm as a price!

He also doesn't worry about reverse infection at all.

There is a spooky vaccine, and any weirdness that does not conform to the treachery of the puzzle will definitely be excluded.

It can't infect anyone in the hall.

Because the environment was dark, and the price Qin Ziming gave just now was too great.

Everyone in the apocalypse did not slow down in pain and fear, and did not notice that a strange shadow appeared on the paper that Qin Ziming was carrying in his arms.

The shadow was twisting strangely and began to spread along the paper.

This tricky paper seems ordinary.

In fact, there is a big deal!

Qin Ye activated the Shadow and infected the Dark Paper.

Tricky paper has now become a special medium of shadow.

They now voluntarily pay the price and trade this paper medium, which is voluntarily and voluntarily infected.

Under strong rules.

Even a tricky vaccine is completely useless! Because of the [ritual of sacrifice], the paper does not contradict his tonal existence at all.

It makes sense to burn the paper at the end of the ceremony, right?

In an instant, those pitch-black shadows on the paper climbed onto Qin Ziming's body, and finally burrowed into his shadow and infected his shadow.

And Qin Ziming still didn't know that he used the price of an arm to beg his grandfather to tell his grandmother, in exchange for the opportunity to be infected.

After Qin Ziming, everyone also paid a corresponding price.

Some pay an eyeball.

Others paid an arm.

Pieces of paper were handed out from the ticket booth that could not be stared at like a dark abyss.

Everyone held the paper in their hands and protected it like a treasure.

They paid a huge price to get this thing!

However, in order to capture the weirdness of [Nightfall], it is worth it!

They had no idea that they had just made a deal with the Grim Reaper.

Above the trading scale, one side is full of chips.

On the other side, it was a cold butcher knife hidden behind the ticket window, Qin Ye in the dark!

They paid the price.

Traded for death!

"Quick, time is running out!"

As the saying goes, seconds are like years.

In this, it's true.

They couldn't waste a moment, holding the paper in hand, and hurriedly rushed to the strange cemetery.

Since this time they have the paper.

The haze finally stopped covering their eyes.

They entered the strange cemetery smoothly.

In the cemetery, there is mist.

Many of the corpses in the tomb have been catalyzed by time, and the condensed corpse oil seeps out of the soil layer, emitting a pungent stench that is completely intolerable.

Everyone's nasal and chest cavals are occupied by this stench.

The corpse oil gathered into a stream of yellow-brown water, condensing into small pools.

Under the pond, tumbling with the corpse oil, are the corpses of unknown animals stained with ominous liquid, and human internal organs, bones, and indescribable pieces of bloody flesh.

This kind of scene has been seen a lot by Tianqi and others.

They immediately began searching for tombstones in the midst of the eerie cemetery.

"Here!"

Soon, Qin Ziming shouted, and everyone rushed over.

In between, on a paper-white tombstone, there is a posthumous photo.

The person on the photo is none other than Qin Ye.

Photos of living people appeared on tombstones, and everything seemed so strange and terrifying.

The tricky kowtow hurriedly knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.

Finally stood up and walked to the tombstone.

Directly tore off Qin Ye's last photo on the tombstone!

[The moment you tear off the photo of the ghost tamer in the strange cemetery, his weirdness belongs to you. [

Now congratulations to you, you have successfully deprived others of their weirdness.

[He, only crying.]

[He has only the part of surrender.

"It worked!"

The eyes of the members of the Apocalypse and others revealed ecstasy.

The ceremony is completely over.

The imagery in their minds began to distort and dissipate like a whirlpool.

Immediately afterwards, the members of the real-life apocalypse and other members opened their eyes one after another.

"The photo has been torn off, the memorial ceremony has become a ceremony, and it is strange and easy to get!"

The Heavenly Apocalypse and the other members looked excitedly at the statue of Qin Ye placed on the divine platform.

As long as the ceremony ends successfully.

The weirdness in Qin Ye's body would soon be stripped away, and finally appear in the picture frame, leaving them to fiddle with at will.

They can control it if they want, and they can seal it if they want!

The most important thing is that even if Qin Ye has controlled many weirdness.

After this ritual deprivation, there will always be only one!

A group of weird, which may pose a great threat to them.

But one, to a few members of their apocalypse, is nothing, and can be suppressed with only one hand.

In the frame.

Qin Ye's posthumous photo slowly evoked a strange and calm smile.

His playful and mocking voice came leisurely, echoing in the spiritual hall: "The desire to cook... is on the rise..."