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Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Ye Ming, whose face was getting rosier and rosier, incredulously.

That great fighter like faith was completely subverted in the hearts of everyone.

"It seems that my speculation is correct, if this is the case, then the existence of ghosts should be more than thirty years in the official record, right?"

Xia Feng sighed: "I think you didn't appear irregularly, but you were all prepared from the moment you appeared." Xu

Jianlou and Lin Beihai's pupils shrank, and their hearts were about to stagnate.

If that's the case, it's horrible.

The secret enemy has completely controlled all our information, and we do not even know when the other party exists.

"Young man, it looks like you've already been there."

Ye Ming's face was like a flat lake, and he slowly spoke.

"Yes, your plan, I already guessed."

Xia Feng took out the map that was written like a ghost drawing: "You have spent thirty years, did you lay down some formation to destroy the new city?" "

Although it is impossible to speculate on what is on that map.

But Xia Feng still found some clues according to the art of disgust in Lu Ban's book.

After all, both are related to architectural feng shui.

"Yes." Ye Ming still smiled slightly like a mountain: "In another hour, everyone here will become ghosts."

Everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

The hospital currently has a population of about 20,000, and if 20,000 ghosts appear at the same time in one night...

You know, there are only a few hundred awakened people recorded in the new city!

At that time, all human beings will be slaughtered by ghosts, and the new city will be written into history and turned into a ghost town!

"Xia Feng, are you interested in becoming a ghost?"

Ye Ming looked at Xia Feng, and the appreciation and liking in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Thoughtful and talented, I think that adult should not be stingy with blood, and will definitely make you a top-level gifted existence, fiefdom, servant, and everything."

Ye Ming threw an olive branch to the summer breeze.

He really appreciates the teenager in front of him.

"Xia Feng, don't believe the words of ghosts!"

Xu Jianlou's complexion changed greatly.

The last thing he wanted was to see such a genius fall into the abyss.

"Shut up."

Ye Ming glanced at the two lightly, and an invisible coercion instantly made him unable to breathe.

"This is his business, can't he think about it himself?"

Ye Ming looked at Xia Feng: "Human beings, weak, small, as short as meteors, especially these awakened people, the average life expectancy is only fifty or sixty years old." Join us and you will embark on the path to eternal life, a thrill that I cannot describe to you. Hearing

this, Xia Feng showed a tangled expression on his face.

"Can I think about it?"

He whispered.

Eternal life, what the emperors of this dynasty dreamed of, and even did not hesitate to exchange for rivers and mountains, is in front of him, it is difficult not to be moved.

"Yes."

Ye Ming smiled slightly, "But don't insert this thing into my body, although it won't let me die in such a short time, it still hurts a little." Saying

that, with a flick of his finger, the hard embroidered spring knife instantly split in half.

Time, minute by minute.

Ye Ming didn't seem to care about the doctors who were evacuated by Lin Beihai, and even called out everyone's name.

"In a few moments, they will become the main force that will devour this city."

When he said this, a flash of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

The moment the ten thousand ghosts came out of the nest, he had waited too long and too long.

After the doctor and nurse left the corridor, he patiently asked, "Okay, now tell me your answer."

Xia Feng nodded and asked, "Do you know why people like to praise meteors?"

Ye Ming was slightly stunned, and then asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Because..." The corners of Xia Feng's mouth curved: "They always burn themselves to complete their own whole journey."

Countless thin red threads burst out from around Xia Feng's body, and the next second, Ye Ming was tightly entangled.

"Eternal life is always just a dream that the cowardly yearn for!"

One punch!

Xia Feng's fist mixed with a sharp whistling qi slammed into Ye Ming's face.

"Want me to be ghosted? Lao Tzu is a ghost, what are you!

He roared violently, and this punch smashed into Ye Ming's nose bone.

Rumble!

In the next second, there was a loud noise above the stairs.

Xu Jianlou and Lin Beihai looked up.

I saw a beautiful girl wearing a JK uniform falling from the sky.

Well, the sudden paladin light made the two unable to open their eyes for a while.

In her hand, she actually held an extremely discordant sledgehammer.

When he saw the sledgehammer containing a rich ghost aura ejecting like a slingshot, Ye Ming's expression became terrified for the first time.

He wanted to retreat, but the red rope on his body tightly imprisoned him in place.

This hammer, without the slightest bells and whistles.

But fast as a thunderbolt, fast as thunder, just one blow, enough to smash the evil ghost into meat sauce!

It was like a classic aesthetic of violence that smashed heavily on Ye Ming's body.

Immediately after, the stairs collapsed, the walls toppled, smoke and dust were everywhere, and countless rubble flew up.

Xia Feng did not greed for the knife, and quickly retreated.

According to Zhao Xiyu, the other party is a ghost who has completed the first stage of transformation, and he is more than one notch stronger than the powerful ghost.

So this blow is still mainly conservative.

The safe passage was collapsing, and the four of them simply reached the garden outside the inpatient building.

"You..."

a voice sounded as if it came from the abyss.

The rich ghost breath overwhelmed everyone.

The dust dispersed, and Ye Ming's scrawny figure slowly appeared in sight.

His eyes were constantly filled with a deep purple ghostly scent, and his loose coat seemed to be moving rhythmically.

The skin that was hammered by Zhao Xiyu actually began to slowly recover like a wall skin.

"In this ghost, my name is eternal life!"

The difficult task of the S-class is really not simple.

"I would have rewarded you with supreme glory, freed you from innate bondage, and made you a transcendent and noble being. Since you don't want to, let's die.

Ye Ming took a step forward, and the ground seemed to be burned with a faint ghost fire.

"Today, all human beings here will complete their transformation."

With another step, he already had a short knife like a crescent moon in his hand.

This is his ghost weapon.

The moment Ye Ming swung his scythe, everyone seemed to see countless hideous demons rushing towards them.

This is the power of the ghost weapon, which is not an order of magnitude at all from ordinary ghosts.

"Xia Feng, it seems that you don't know what power is, so take a good look."

Ye Ming raised his hand and waved his knife.

His movements are very slow, as if he is driving 0.5 times.

Despite this, Xia Feng felt a threat of death.

The soles of Xia Feng's feet slammed on the ground, setting off bursts of gravel, and rushed to Ye Ming like lightning.

The brave are angry and draw their blades at the stronger!

The blade almost cut through the air and cut out like a crescent moon, like a moonlight sprinkling across the sky.

However, the moment the tip of the knife touched him, the latter turned into nothingness and disappeared in an instant.

Xia Feng turned his head back, and Ye Ming stood there with a hint of doubt on his face.

"Your sword skills, or the abilities of the awakened, seem to have special restraint on us."

He wanted to ignore it, but the sudden sense of crisis forced him to retreat.

"As I said, I'm a ghost."

Xia Feng grinned, drew the knife again, and aimed the tip of the knife at Ye Ming.