MTL - I’m From The World Of Punishment-Chapter 1492 On a cold winter rainy night, crying to ghosts...

In the business of demon slaying, although most of the things that used to require their hands have now been handed over to a wider group of people, the reason why they can continue to this day is because there are still some things that they handle more easily. Professionals.

And some things, only they, are easier to detect.

If there are only ordinary monsters here, or monsters that are good at hiding in the dark, then it is indeed useful to report this matter directly to the police.

Except here.

Zhong Renping stood at the entrance of the alley, and the darkness ahead did not fluctuate.

The rain in the alley was indeed extraordinarily heavy, but that was only because the raindrops were gathered by the eaves and fell down, but it just happened to be used.

The faint gleam in his eyes still couldn't penetrate the darkness.

Take a deep breath and let go of distracting thoughts.

He didn't try much experience in the mortal world. The energy concentration in the mortal world is not as high as those in those dungeons, and his ability is also limited... although this also limits the level of the enemy.

But for some beings, their means are not limited to intuitive combat power.

After standing for a while, he still didn't go in.

He is waiting.

Mrs. Lu said that her husband heard crying when he entered the alley, and she heard laughter.

There is also a thin black shadow on the ground.

Both the husband and wife encountered a similar situation after entering the alley. As for why they were fine in the end, it was luck. They saved each other, but looking at it now, the wife was not affected, but the husband was not necessarily.

After a long time, there was still no movement.

"It seems that my spirit is too good." There is still a lot of information that can be drawn from Mrs. Lu's description.

Among them, as to why her husband was recruited, it can also be mentioned that the mental breakdown caused by working overtime overnight is inevitable, especially for ordinary people. Because of being deluded.

After Zhong Renping finished speaking, without hesitation, he stepped in and continued to mutter, "In the cold winter and rainy night, crying about ghosts...it doesn't look like ghosts that will appear in the mortal world."

Ghost, this is what they call a class of monsters, like demons, spirits, demons, monsters... These are also, but these have been classified into the current monster types.

And the thing that needs them to solve the number of digits mentioned above is ghosts.

This ghost is not necessarily the kind that those people in the film and television turned into, of course there are.

It's just that there are still many "ghosts", which may be just a "phenomenon" or "monster" caused by the environment and individual factors.

The former is not necessarily harmful, while the latter, like the ghosts in movies and TV shows, may have a tendency to harm people.

In addition, ghosts seem to have some ability.

My father said something similar, and he kind of lost track of it.

Forget it, the experience is nothing more than that, so that some things are only firmly remembered in the way of practice.

The sound of the rain rustling in my ears became louder and louder, just as Mrs. Lu said.

As he walked deeper, Zhong Renping let go of the restraint on his body a little bit, allowing the surrounding rain and cold to touch him.

The day is yang and the night is yin. When it is yin, the yang eye is opened, and the yin qi enters the eye, so that you can see through yin and yang for a long time.

In addition, when the yang is deficient and the yin enters the eyes, the ghost hiding in the yin and yang can also be seen for a short time, which was the case for Mrs. Lu and her husband that night.

bang...

The sound of thunder passed by, and Zhong Renping stopped in his tracks.

The lightning flashed for a moment, reflecting the figure in front of him.

It was indeed a thin figure, even if he was wearing clothes that didn't fit his body shape, he could still see the thinness underneath through the outline highlighted by the strands of cloth.

The messy black hair was very long, covering the entire drooping head and face, which fell straight into the cold and damp puddle.

At this time, the cry came to my ears.

It was the cry of a child, male and female were indistinguishable, but the source should be the one on the ground... However, as far as I can see, although this thin black figure seems to be covering its face and weeping, it can't see the slightest trace of crying. Related body twitches.

The voice and the back view clearly fit together so well, but there is a sense of separation that I want to ignore but can't ignore.

Just like a silhouette in a photo frame, this sound may be what that silhouette should be doing, but it should definitely not be what a motionless silhouette should have.

Even the silhouette formed by the backlight is not what it should be here.

No light can enter this alley by means of illumination and refraction, and the outlines of things seem to be deprived of the blur of darkness.

Everything here seems to be gradually kneading into an indescribable black.

Apart from the raindrops, this is the only fast moving thing in the environment, but it is also blurring everything in view.

Without getting any closer, Zhong Renping stopped at a distance of two meters from the black shadow.

He heard the cries getting closer to him, but it was an illusion, a trap, at least that's what his experience told him.

Still holding the umbrella in his left hand, with a swipe of his right hand, a piece of light blue rectangular talisman paper appeared between his sword fingers.

This is all prepared in advance. Another advantage of their lineage is that props save space. Ordinary class people may only carry a backpack space for one set of equipment, and they can hold a whole box of talisman paper.

"The way of the five elements, the law is natural, it is obvious..." He said the mantra lightly in his mouth, and then blew a breath.

The talisman paper emitting a cyan shimmer turned into fragments along with the breath, and finally scattered into a ball of light spots and merged into the airflow.

The light of energy does not illuminate the eyes, but it can make some things in the dark clearer.

Black hair, silently hanging down from above, a lot...a lot...even on the oil-paper umbrella, and then down from the edge.

The crying is gone...the laughter is coming.

There seemed to be more and more black hair hanging down from the top. Gradually, under the umbrella, he felt as if his whole body was about to be wrapped in the long black hair, and the laughter that replaced crying also followed. As he gradually fell into the darkness, he laughed more and more maniacally.

"Well, direct enough." He still maintained his composure, but his movements did not slow down at all.

With a bow at the back, the body is pressed down, and the left hand holding the umbrella handle is squeezed hard and turned violently.

Suddenly, UU reading www. Many runes also appeared on the oil-paper umbrella that uukanshu.com rotated, and the hair hanging from the edge of the umbrella was also moved. During the rotation, he caught a glimpse of the black shadow from the gap in the hair. Facing it, he turned around and stood up with a stiff movement.

That strange force movement is like a puppet lifted by a silk thread.

In fact, it can indeed be seen that there are several strands of hair hanging from above tied to its body, wrapping around its limbs and neck.

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