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"When did you show that "I" are the real body?" The evil ghost's voice came from his ears, but the air blown out was extremely hot, with a scent of sulfur.        w?w    w?.b?i?q?u?g?

Zhang Xiao shrugged helplessly, turned his head to Wu Dao beside him and said, "Why are you so unhappy? Maybe I will believe in his acting skills, kill him, right?"

"Ha, I'm not as naive as me." Wu Dao patted his face, but his voice was the voice of an evil ghost. The restoration of his other hand firmly held Zhang Xiao's wrist, "What's more, my four eyes are not blind, your murderous intent is facing me."

"Killing intention? So I still have such a fantasy thing? Then what do you think you should do now?" Zhang Xiao's bachelor withdraws his hand and takes out half of the axe handle from his brand and sinks in again. He looks at Wu Dao and shruggs, "Expose me, look how stiff you are now."

"No, it's very simple now. As long as you kill him according to your plan, our script will be completed." The old lady's voice sounded, but at some point the tone became normal again. Looking back, the terrifying look like an evil ghost has returned to its kind and amiable appearance.

"Huh?" Zhang Xiao narrowed his eyes at her, and looked at Wu Dao again with some insight, who had grown his tail and became like a demon. He nodded, "So he could do this? If you let Wu Dao show his true form, killing him the system will recognize that the alien has died? Can you, the evil ghost, be attached to the old lady and escape from the script?"

"You are still playing smart." The old lady smiled, as if she was watching her grandson playing, "I am not an evil ghost, I am Song Yiman, an elder of the Song family. This is my first script."

"Oh? You are not an evil ghost, then who is an evil ghost?" Zhang Xiao's expression remained unchanged, but he was shocked.

"It possessed Wu Dao's body and occupied Wu Dao's body, look." The old lady was not surprised or angry, and pointed behind Zhang Xiao.

Zhang Xiao turned around and looked. Sure enough, Wu Dao, who was able to breathe out heat just now, had become cold at some point. Although the demon's appearance was still there, his green skin, disgusting yellow teeth, and blood-red eyes were all like an evil ghost.

"What... is so capable, a big deal!" Zhang Xiao understood the evil ghost's plan at a glance, and had to admire the evil ghost's courage. "Have you diverted again? You are actually willing to give up your strength, cut off completely, and start over again, and admire him."

The old lady shook her head and said, "What are you talking about?"

But looking at her smiling face, she was clearly proud.

Zhang Xiao knew that he had been completely seen through. He planned to guide the system to identify the identity of a different kind again, but the evil ghosts transferred their origin twice, abandoned their bloodline, and even gave up their strength, and only retained their memories, which ultimately deceived the system.

No, Zhang Xiao felt that it was not so much that it had deceived the system, it had completed its plot, so the system let him go.

What the system wants to erase is an alien with powerful power, without bloodline and power, but an ordinary soul. It takes over the body of a new old lady, and looks like the old lady has made a memory. Obviously, this is a way that can be tolerated by the system.

However, in this case, Wu Dao will die because he is just a newcomer, but he has obtained all the power of the evil ghost out of thin air. He is originally a loser trapped in this plot world by the evil ghost, and is completely in line with the alien identity mentioned by the system.

So, with the evil ghost's calculations and the acquiesce of the system, he was dead.

"What should I do now? Kill him to death and it's over?" Zhang Xiao sighed helplessly and asked the old lady.

"Of course, kill the aliens and complete the plot, and the script will end there. Isn't this the prompt given by the system? Do you think it's not good?" The old lady still smiled, which was particularly unhappy.

"Hmph, I've been working on this punishment script for a long time to travel." Zhang Xiao stretched his hand to his wrist again - no one stopped him this time; he took out the fire axe, "Since that's the case, isn't it over if you worked with me at the beginning? Why do you do so many tricks?"

"Haha, boy, do you still have to try it?" The old lady refused to accept her identity without reconciling.

It must clear its identity, which is probably the bottom line of the system - this is the lesson it learned from the first time it was led by Zhang Xiao to recognize its identity.

"Take." Zhang Xiao curled his lips, but he didn't stop talking, making the final attempt, "Actually, I know that you are afraid of the system and are afraid of death, so you don't dare to take any risk. You can only guide me step by step and let me find the least prompt that conforms to the basic plot logic of the system, so that you can solve the mystery."

"It's a pity that I found the secret of gasoline. You didn't expect that the system gave more than one prompt, but one was directly in my hands." With a sneer, Zhang Xiao continued: "Not only was I blocked the plan, but I also saw through the plan and let the system target your identity as an evil ghost. Isn't the evil ghost also an alien? This forces you to give up all your strength." Sighed gloatingly, "Hey, now you are just a memory. Do you think you can start over?"

"Hmph, just say something I don't understand." The old lady snorted, wondering if she agreed with him, "Are you finished speaking? After you finish speaking, kill the evil ghost soon. I'm in a hurry to meet my little grandson."

Zhang Xiao looked at the old lady who had no change. This time she had no change and still looked like an old lady. He couldn't help but nodded in a little discouragement and accepted his fate: "It seems that the system will finally not cause trouble for you this time."

"Oh... poor Wu Dao." Zhang Xiao looked at Wu Dao's eyes, and there was no spirituality in his blood-red pupils. "Don't blame me, I'm done with kindness."

After saying that, Zhang Xiao slashed it with an axe.

The fire axe was still sharp and exaggerated. It directly cut open its chest along Wu Dao's chest. Cold blood splashed everywhere, and it turned out to be silver and orange in the night. The blood that solidified the ice crystals reflected the flames and starlight.

At the same time, two faint black holes suddenly appeared beside the two of them, and all kinds of debris around were sucked in and crushed, but seeing this, the old lady burst into laughter, "Hahahahaha, finally, the script is finally over!" As she said that, she had already stepped into the black hole with one foot and was about to return to reality.

"Yes, it's over." Zhang Xiao also smiled, but did not step into the door, but turned around and flew out of the fire axe.

Puff—

A red light flashed, and the old lady who was completely unprepared was just an ordinary person. She hit the back without any reaction. The axe blade passed through her chest and disappeared into the black hole with the fire axe. The old lady's split half of her body fell into the black hole and was instantly crushed. The other half of her body was mixed with a pool of blood and fell outside, but was slowly sucked in and crushed.

Zhang Xiao cut off his legs and picked up Wu Dao hard, then threw him into the door close to him. Seeing that Wu Dao was not crushed, but disappeared directly, and even the door slowly shrank, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I finally paid back the grace of saving my life, and we don't owe each other."

He jumped into the door opened by the old lady. Zhang Xiao, who was covered in embarrassment, looked at the pool of blood on the ground and sneered, then fell forward, disappeared with the black hole, leaving only the lingering sound...

"Ha, waste a good axe."

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When the two black holes disappeared, a strange wave flashed, and the cross-sea bridge completely changed. The bridge body was bumpy, old and dilapidated, and even broken. The lights had already been extinguished, and they were crooked and erected on the bridge. The raging torch also turned into coke rust iron. A few cars were several times more numerous, but they were lifeless, and the skeletons were scattered, with only the traces of time passing.

The starry sky embellishes the dark night, the bright moon hangs high, the cool breeze is floating in the world, a newspaper floats by and falls on the still-wave sea surface. The words that are not clear have completely melted, dyeing a piece of sea water black, but they return to clearness in the waves.

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Chapter completed!