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Chapter 85 Mutation!

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    Zhou Ze stood up, ready to call the girl to stop.

    But at this time, he was surprised to find that there were black footprints everywhere in the shopping mall, not only the girl from before, but also the soles of other customers, salespersons, and everyone's shoes seemed to be covered with a layer of black grease.  It fell, leaving clear footprints.

    This is something that Zhou Ze didn't expect. Could it be that everyone in this shopping mall is a ghost?

    Even if it's a ghost market, it's impossible to be so exaggerated.

    The last time Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang saw Mrs. Bai's dinner party, there were only a few tables of people fighting and noisy, far from being as tall as they are now. You must know that Mrs. Bai has practiced for two hundred years, and there was a temple of her own in the middle  body.

    The feeling of spinning around suddenly hits,

    Zhou Ze felt as if he was on a merry-go-round in an amusement park,

    Everything around is so unreal and looks so bizarre.

    You can't tell what's fake and what's real,

    I can only look around in a daze.

    He remembered that Xu Qinglang seemed to have the same scene not long ago, and then he suddenly rushed to the road. If he hadn't kicked him with his own kick, he might have been hit by a car and flew away.

    But right now, that feeling is hitting him.

    that guy,

    Are you planning to attack yourself?

    As a ghost messenger, it seems unreasonable to be attacked by the ghost he was chasing and fleeing. The most terrible thing is that Zhou Ze didn't know how to resist.

    For catching ghosts, he has always been stuck in the inertial cognition that using his own nails can do no harm, but this time, it seems that his own nails can't help him.

    Sitting staggeringly on the ground, Zhou Ze seemed to see someone handing him some change in front of him,

    I vaguely heard someone say to myself, "This is eight yuan change for me".

    Then,

    The head of the girl in front of me began to blur, and everything in my vision seemed to be covered by a layer of paste at this moment, making me sick and dizzy.

    ?It seems that I have returned to Huangquan Road again, following the state of numbly tiptoeing along with the public,

    Buddha said, all living beings,

    But on Huangquan Road, there is only one phase.

    Zhou Ze felt that he couldn't lift his breath, so he subconsciously reached out and grabbed his neck. He lowered his head and coughed hard, trying to scream, but couldn't.

    This is a feeling that makes people live like years, and it is also a kind of mental torture. Xu Qinglang collapsed easily in it before, and Zhou Ze fell into it at this time.

    Zhou Ze felt that he should do something, but at this moment, he seemed to be unable to do anything except passively bear all this.

    Pain,

    Depressed,

    suffocate,

    The torment that comes one after another keeps whipping your soul.

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    "Sir, sir, what's the matter with you?"

    The girl handed the change to Zhou Ze, but suddenly found that the eyes of the man in front of her began to become cloudy, as if in pain.

    The girl's first reaction was that this man was from Pengci. After drinking the water sold in her supermarket, she immediately felt sick.

    But after looking at it for a while, I didn't feel like it. The man seemed to be really in pain.

    "Sir, do you want me to call 120 for you?" the girl asked.

    Unexpectedly, the man in front of him stretched out his hand, pushed her to the ground, then got up staggeringly, and ran out all the way.

    The girl wanted to call the police or report to 120, because she felt that the man's condition was very unstable, but in the end, she didn't take out the phone out of the mentality that one more thing is worse than one less thing.

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    Everything around is like a mirror made of water, refracting all kinds of brilliance, a little light shines in, it doesn't give people warmth, but it adds a kind of irritability to people's hearts.

    Zhou Ze didn't know where he was going or what he was doing, he was even mentally prepared that he might have walked on the road like Xu Qinglang before, and was waiting for a car to knock him away  .

    He can only carry out a passive resistance. He doesn't know where he is or where he is going now, but he has been resisting the urge to give up in his heart.

    "Kangdang"

    One soundIt's even a little strange that this ghost messenger, who had met once before, failed to detect the identity of the woman in the first place.

    Just how inexperienced this ghost is in business.

    She is not a ghost,

    She is not an existence under your control at all,

    You stared at her, chased her,

    In the end,

    angered her.

    Women are very vengeful.

    Especially the one in front of me,

    A woman whose time is numbered.

    The priest looked behind him. The building was very tall and had a good view. He could see a construction site in the distance, where demolition was underway, and there was a lot of dust flying there.

    The most intuitive memory that an era can leave to people is actually architecture, and the current urban transformation and upgrading is undoubtedly a process of slowly erasing many marks of the past.

    Go back again,

    Looking at Zhou Ze who was still standing on the edge, his body kept shaking back and forth,

    The priest was also a little surprised,

    This temporary ghost messenger can really persevere.

    Even if it were him, he might not be able to hold on for so long.

    But at this moment,

    The priest suddenly saw that the nails of Zhou Ze's ten fingers were melting slowly, but the melted juice did not drip down, but flowed back into the body.

    At this time, Zhou Ze's skin gradually began to show a bronze luster. This is not the bronze color caused by sunlight and fitness, but a kind of

    dark,

    Curse,

    Cold,

    Many negative colors exist.

    At the same time, the priest found that Zhou Ze's closed eyes began to emit green light slowly, like a dormant beast,

    at this time,

    Gradually being stimulated to wake up.

    At the corners of Zhou Ze's mouth, two fangs gradually penetrated his lips.

    Bai Yingying has always been curious about one thing. After all, she is also a zombie who has been sleeping for two hundred years, but why is she being whipped so hard by Zhou Ze's nails!

    In front of me,

    The priest with an expression of disbelief gave her the answer,

    The corner of his mouth twitched,

    Two words came out of his mouth:

    "Zombie!" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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