novelpro Chapter 50 Infinite City
Chapter 50 Infinite City
Scattered and inverted Japanese-style buildings distort and unordered space.
All direction cognition seems to lose any meaning here.
The corridors of the building are extremely empty and not very popular.
The light emitted from the placed lanterns is slightly dim and dark, reflecting everything around.
This place is called Infinity City.
Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi's base camp.
It is a hidden place specially created by Oni Wu Tsuji for thousands of years.
At this time, on a building in the center of Infinite City, sat a woman with long black hair covering her face and holding a pipa.
The woman holding a lute is called Naruto, and she manipulates and distorts the space of Infinite City.
And in front of Naruko, stood a black-haired woman with sharp red eyes in a kimono with her back turned.
"You can't die, Yuhu, you need to continue to do things for me, and you can't die without my permission."
There was no one in front of the black-haired woman, and she seemed to be speaking into the air.
What came out of her mouth was a deep, Wuyou voice.
That's right, this black-haired woman is none other than Mumai Tsuji.
Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi can mimic human beings with high precision, so he often appears in different forms.
At this moment, he was talking to Yuhu.
The words are full of arrogance, absolutely unquestionable.
Yuhu is not even allowed to die by himself.
【yes! !My lord! ! 】
Yuhu's extremely excited voice came through the blood.
In the ghost camp, Yu Hu's loyalty to Wu Mi can be said to be one of the best.
Believe it so much, worship it so much.
After cutting off the contact, Wu Mi no longer talked to Yuhu, but instead asked Ming Nu: "How many ghosts are here? Where are the ghosts?"
"Master Tong Mo and Master Yi Wo Zuo have not yet arrived... and the ghosts who played the strings have already arrived..." Ming Nu responded with a pipa in hand.
"Bring all the lower strings to me first." A cold voice said from Wu Mi's mouth.
"Kick off."
With Naruto playing a pipa.
The space suddenly twisted and swayed.
When he came back to his senses, there were already five ghosts standing in front of Wu Mi.
The five ghosts have different identities and costumes, and different numbers are engraved in their eyes.
A handsome man in a suit with short black hair, the "next" nightmare.
Dressed in robes, a man with long purple hair and a beard, "Xia Er" pulley.
A crew-cut man with three cross scars engraved on his face, "Xia San" sick leaf.
A woman with short white hair and double horns on her forehead, "Xiasi" with zero children.
The man with the hair tied up and the face tattooed with a pattern similar to the word "工" is "Xialu" Kamae.
They looked at the figure they had never seen before, full of doubts in their hearts.
Who is this woman?The breath has never been seen before.
"Bow your head, kneel down."
Under the watchful eyes of many lower strings, Wu Mi issued an order.
The extremely indifferent command words seemed to contain the power of words, causing the ghost who was going down the string to lose control of his body in an instant, and couldn't help kneeling and bowing his head.
"Wu... Wu... Master Wu Mi..." Some ghosts panicked and feared, while others respected and worshiped.
"I'm very sorry, because your appearance and breath have changed..." Ling Yuzi, the only female ghost in the last string, apologized in panic.
"Who allowed you to speak?" Wu Mi interrupted her, and asked arrogantly, "Don't open your mouth just because of your boring will, and only answer what I asked you."
Oni Wu Tsuji's self-centered will is vividly reflected.
Ling Yuzi, who opened his mouth, was sweating nervously on his face.
"Tired was killed...he is the fifth in the last string." Wu Mi calmly looked at the ghosts who bowed their heads, with a hint of danger in his words, "There is only one thing I want to ask, 'Why are the ghosts of the last string so weak'? Becoming one of the twelve ghost months doesn't mean the end, but the beginning...starting to eat more people, starting to get stronger, starting to help me. ...For a hundred years, the winding strings of the Twelve Ghost Moons have never been changed, and the pillars that ruined the ghost hunters are always the winding ghosts, but what about the winding strings? How many times have they been changed?"
Listening to Wu Mi's admonition, all the ghosts dare not speak at all.
It's just that "Xialu" Kamae slandered in his heart.
"Even if you tell us those things..."
"'Even if you tell us those things'? What's the matter? Tell me?" Wu Mi seemed to see through Kamae's thoughts, and stared straight at him with cat-like pupils.
Can he see through my thoughts?
Kemao panicked.
bad...
"What's wrong, tell me!" Wu Mi was obviously irritated by him, and the blood vessels on his face bulged.
"No, my lord Wu Mi..."
Kamae just wanted to continue to defend, but in the next moment, a large mass of flesh and blood sarcomas quickly appeared from the cuffs of Wuyou's kimono, covered with sharp mouths and dull eyes, directly attacking Kamae.
In an instant, Kamae's body was bitten fiercely by the mouth on the tumor, and lifted up into the air.
"Please forgive me! Onimai Tsuji-sama! Please... Please! Please let me go!" He begged, crying, filled with fear and panic, "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so... …”
But his begging and pleading did not bring him any forgiveness.
"Zi..."
The sarcoma directly crushed his body, and the blood rained down.
Wuyou cut off his ability to regenerate as a ghost, and Kamae died tragically like this.
"Ah..." Oni Wu Tsuji sighed, "I'm tired of it... The lower strings of the Twelve Ghost Moons are simply a bunch of useless waste. Starting today, the lower strings will be disbanded. It is enough for the Twelve Ghost Moons to be wound."
"Mr. Miserable!"
"We are still useful! We can pay for you!"
"We will eat people, kill ghost hunters, and give our all for you!! My lord!"
Xiaer's potter's wheel, Xiasan's diseased leaf, and Xiasi's Lingyuzi were all explaining crazily, explaining that they still had Yuhui, and they could contribute to Guiwu Tsuji.
They knew very well in their hearts that there was only one result of the disbandment of the ghost of the string, and that was death!
"What can you do with your strength alone?" Wu Mi arrogantly questioned this group of trash.
"We can go hunt ghost hunters and give everything for you!"
"Hehe..." Wu Mi sneered, and continued, "Since you want to prove yourself so much, now you have a chance..."
"Den."
As soon as the words fell, a pipa sounded.
"Can it be killed?"
Behind the many ghosts under strings, a strange woman's voice suddenly sounded.
behind?
The panicked ghost immediately turned around and looked behind him.
They saw a woman.
Tall, with loose black hair, the makeup on his face is a little messy, and under the bangs are bright red eyes with crazy colors.
The skin of her hands and feet had been peeled off, exposing her bright red flesh and blood, and around her waist hung several serene heads.
Just like this, she stared straight at the many ghosts kneeling on the ground, as if she wanted to devour them alive.
If Li Xuan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize the identity of this woman.
That was An Miaoyi, a senior member of the Zhongzhou Fourth Team.
The head hanging on her waist was the rookie of the Zhongzhou Fourth Team who was traveling with her.
Lin Danwei, Huang Ming, Hu Yan, and the fat man whose name was never introduced. 7K 妏敩
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