Goldfinger Auction

After getting in the car, the door closed.

The windows are also tightly closed, and the light transmittance of the window glass is extremely poor, and it is basically impossible to see the outside clearly from the inside.

Most of the seats in the car were full, and only a few were vacant.

The faces of the passengers were all pale, and they were all holding a black urn in their arms.

"Please find a seat and sit down, the car is about to start." An old voice reminded Sun Suo.

Sun Suo ignored the voice. He walked over to a long-haired female passenger and looked at the black urn in her arms.

The female passenger slowly raised her head, her long hair covering her face naturally parted to both sides, and a pair of **** eyes stared at Sun Suo with a gloomy and hideous expression on her face.

"Good, don't look at people like this, it's rude." Sun Suo patted the female passenger's head.

The female passenger let out a scream, baring her teeth and threatening Sun Suo.

"Who are you to scare? Can you look more terrifying than the Sunni hanging around my neck? Do you know what it's like to wake up in the middle of the night and have a wretched old man on your shoulder staring at you?" Sun Suo complained in his heart, and then She also bared her teeth, and her teeth were whiter than those of the female passenger.

"You won." The female passenger lowered her head speechlessly.

"The ghost of this car? Wouldn't it be possible to get a lot of free points if you kill it?" Sun Suo looked around in a circle of incomparable surprises... This is a car full of experience babies!

Thinking in my heart, the mind also tried to operate the clone to lock the female passenger beside him with soul stabbing.

As a result, a line of prompt pops up on the screen: "Cannot lock."

Sun Suo tried to lock the bus driver with the soul stabbing technique again, but the screen still showed that it could not be locked.

"The driver and these passengers are not ghosts at all, they are just illusions created by the owner of the bus." Sun Suo knew something.

"Please find a seat and sit down! The car is about to start!" The old voice reminded Sun Suo again, this time his tone became severe.

"Where is the car going? If you don't tell me where to go, I won't sit down." Sun Suo verbally stimulated the bus owner to see what the other party would do next.

"Hahahaha..." The bus owner laughed wildly.

"You laughed like a sandbag." Sun Suo commented.

"I really don't know whether to live or die! Oh...you're dead, you're just a lonely ghost wandering the streets, but it's more interesting to be so sane, so brave, and scolding people. Who were you before you died?" The bus owner Ask Sun Suo.

"Wu Yanzu." Sun Suo replied.

"Be serious! Answer well! Otherwise, I'll make you disappear immediately!" The bus owner threatened.

"How blind are you? You don't know my face?" Sun Suo cursed.

"It seems that I won't give you a punishment, you won't be honest!" The bus owner snorted coldly. At the same time, all the passengers in the bus looked at Sun Suo's avatar together.

The clone hugged his head uncontrollably and painfully, apparently under attack by some kind of soul system.

But this is just a hair clone in a mobile phone, and Sun Suo can't feel any pain.

Soon the clone fell on the floor of the bus, struggling and howling in great pain.

After more than ten seconds, all the passengers looked away together.

The avatar didn't seem so painful anymore, he got up on his own and sat down on the empty seat next to him.

Panting, pale, and extremely weak.

"Can you speak honestly?" the bus owner asked.

"Oh, I remembered who I am." The avatar's expression suddenly realized.

"Who are you?"

"My dear son, I am your father!" Sun Suo replied.

"Hehe, a lonely ghost can actually endure the pain of refining the soul? It's amazing! Forget it, it's pointless to continue tossing it. It's better to use my magic weapon to refine it directly, and then extract the memory." The bus owner muttered to himself, as if he was deliberately intimidating Sun Suo.

"A magic weapon? Is this bus your magic weapon?" Sun Suo remembered something, so he asked the owner of the bus.

"Nonsense! You entered my magic weapon, and you still want to be able to leave alive?" the bus owner replied.

"Then you deliberately tricked me into coming in?" Sun Suo asked again.

"Of course, all the ghosts and ghosts are the food of my magic weapon. If you eat my magic weapon, you will become stronger." The bus owner replied.

At night, this bus is driven by the soul breath to cruise the streets. Occasionally, I will encounter a lonely ghost like Sun Suo who is formed after the death. A little bit of soul breath can confuse the loneliness. The ghosts tricked into the bus and became the food of the bus Horcrux.

The consciousness of a lonely ghost formed by a person who has just died is relatively clear.

After a while, he will not remember anything and become an unconscious wandering spirit.

Obviously, the bus owner met Sun Suo today was an exception, so he was interested in having a few more conversations with Sun Suo.

"You're driving a magic weapon around the neighborhood. Could it be that you cast a curse on someone nearby?" Sun Suo's previous questions were just foreshadowing, and this was what he really wanted to ask.

"It seems that you know quite a lot... Little clever ghost, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Who are you a wandering soul formed after your death? It's a pity that you have such a clear consciousness, and it is a pity to directly refine it as food for the magic weapon. , if you can have a good conversation, I might be able to leave you alive." The bus owner asked Sun Suo.

"Do you want to accept me as your apprentice?" Sun Suo asked.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"What are you laughing at?" Sun Suo asked again.

"I'm afraid you don't know that you are already dead, right? You are just a wandering soul now, how can you be my apprentice?" The bus owner asked back.

"Who are you? Do you live in Heshi? Are you a great soul master? For you great soul masters, it is not easy to find a body for your apprentice?" Sun Suo continued to test , to see if we can find out the true identity of this person and the strength level of the soul cultivator.

In the middle of the night, it happened that he used his soul breath to drive the Horcrux and appeared outside Sun's house. Sun Suo could almost conclude that the cursed ghost on Sun's father was from this man.

Possessing magic tools and can control magic tools with soul breath, this person's soul cultivation level should not be low.

At least three levels of Soul Disciple or above.

"You can't be called a big man, just a loose cultivator. And I confiscated you as a disciple, why waste my mana to find you a body? You tell me what value you have in use, and it is worth doing this for you?" the bus owner asked.

"Are you looking for the cursed ghost you raised? I just saw the scene where it was captured." Sun Suo continued to test.

"Caught? What did you see?" The bus owner was really interested in this topic.

"If you promise to accept me as a disciple, I'll tell you. Otherwise, even if you refine me, I won't say anything." Sun Suo put forward conditions.