Variety Comic: My plug-in is myself

In the mountain forest far away from the town, the figure of the diseased leaf shuttled among the branches. The broken arm had grown out, and its movements were as nimble as a monkey.

Traveling through the mountains and forests at an extremely fast speed.

After running wildly for two minutes, he stopped panting.

This panting behavior is not because his body needs nutrients. In fact, he has become a diseased ghost and can survive even without breathing.

It's just a habit that humans once retained.

Take deep breaths to confirm that you are still alive

"I should... I should have gotten rid of that guy.……"

Bing Ye looked around vigilantly, fearing that Xia Yan would suddenly rush out from behind with a knife and chop him to death.

Now Xia Yan's danger level, in his eyes, has far exceeded the threat that"Pillar" brings to him. Although it is still not comparable to Wuxian, it is already below one person and above ten thousand people.

The cold eyes and evil smile on the corner of his mouth have become a lingering shadow on Sick Ye's psychology.

As soon as he closes his eyes, Ying Ye feels a chill on the back of his neck, as if there is a figure with cold, monster-like eyes, aiming a knife at his neck and asking him to count to three.

The level of terror has even exceeded his fear of the winding ghost.

"No, no, no, the ghosts eliminated by the ghost hunters have always been at the bottom. The ghosts on the string have not changed in hundreds of years, and the number of people who died in their hands is countless."

"No matter how powerful that guy named Xia Yan is, he will never be a match for the Shangxian Ghost!"

Thinking of this, Bing Ye shook his head, trying to throw those disturbing thoughts out of his mind.

"Ouch~, so that’s what you thought~"

——!! ?

The familiar soft voice behind him made the hairs on Sick Ye's body stand up, and the lingering haze once again filled his heart.

He turned his head slowly and tremblingly.

I didn't know when Xia Yan appeared quietly beside him, putting an arm on his shoulder, making a posture of hooking up, as if the two were close friends.

The diseased leaf's limbs once again refused to obey and aroused.

It's just that this time it's not bound by anything, it's just pure fear.

"It's rare that I let you run away on purpose just to play with you for a while longer... but the first thing you did after escaping was to hide in the woods and trick me?"

"I'm so sad~"

Xia Yan's arm around Sick Ye's shoulders was wrapped around his neck, holding him tight. As the force continued to increase, Sick Ye could clearly hear the overwhelming"click" sound coming from his neck bones.

But this pain also awakened his body functions that were paralyzed by fear.

"You bastard! You even brazenly said that you let me escape on purpose, what a joke!!!"

Bing Ye suddenly threw away Xia Yan's arm around his neck. He held a wooden kunai in his hand and stabbed Xia Yan.

But before he reached halfway, he could no longer feel his arm. existence.

He lowered his head in surprise, only to find that half of the arm holding the kunai fell to the ground. The fracture was smooth and clean, with no adhesion at all. The nerves in the arm had not lost their activity, and they were constantly twitching on the ground.

Without even a moment mourning for his chopped off arm, the next person to escape from the battlefield was Xiaxian No. 6 Sick Leaf. He turned his head, sealed the smoke, turned around and started running, all in one go, his movements as skillful as if he had gone through thousands of repeated experiments.

Just.

Suddenly, the sick leaf couldn't feel his legs.

Just like when he was a child and lost consciousness due to paralysis after squatting for too long on the toilet, he couldn't feel the existence of his legs at all.

‘What's going on? I've become a ghost. Do I still have numb feet? ? '

As soon as this doubt arose in his mind, he was rejected by Bing Ye himself.

Because he found that the surrounding trees seemed to have grown a lot taller, and his line of sight, which was not very high, was once again shorter out of thin air.

The next second, under the influence of inertia, Bingye fell to the ground and kept rolling forward.

While falling down, Bingye saw a pair of familiar legs staying in place, with no body above them.

Boom!

There was a crash.

The tumbling body of the diseased leaf hit a small tree that was not very strong and came to a stop. It was turning yellow as winter approached. The few leaves that were originally there fell sparsely after being hit by him.

There are only a few leaves that have not completely turned yellow, hanging lonely on the branches like the last dignity on the head of a middle-aged man with severe hair loss.

But the diseased leaves did not laugh at the idleness of a tree.

Because all Shu is missing is his hair, and he will lose his head soon.

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