Fast Wear: The Spare Tire Runs Fast

Chapter 145 The Tragic Spare Tire in the Horror World 9

It's like stepping on someone's chest, causing them to feel stressed and fearful.

"Are you looking for this?" Yi Ang squatted down and put the little toy in his hand in front of Ma Shichao's eyes.

When Ma Shichao saw what Yiang was holding, he immediately reached out to grab it and shouted, "Give it back to me, give it to me, this is mine..."

Yiang stood up and looked at Ma Shichao as if he were a clown, shouting and repeating that this was his.

Ma Shichao suddenly looked up and looked straight at Yi Ang, his eyes bloodshot and vicious.

"It's you, you made those ghosts attack me!"

"You took my system away!"

"Who are you? You are not Qiu Dan!"

Ma Shichao asked three questions in a row, but his tone was not one of questioning, but of affirmation.

"The first two are correct, but the last one is wrong. I am Qiu Dan, but I am the Qiu Dan who came from hell to seek revenge on you."

"Revenge? I don't believe I have ever hurt you. What kind of revenge are you looking for from me?" Ma Shichao roared angrily.

"You didn't hurt me? What about what you got from me?

Last time you asked me to be cannon fodder to attract ghosts, and you ran away, have you forgotten?" Yiang looked at Ma Shichao with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Ma Shichao was frightened when he heard Yi'ang's words.

"You... know everything!"

"Yes, I know everything. You killed me and many others. I will never be able to rest in peace, so I came to seek revenge on you."

"No, it's not me, it's this, the thing in your hand.

It was it that sucked me, it was it that bound me by force, it was it that killed you.

It’s not me, it’s not me, it’s not me…”

Yi'ang and the other two just watched Ma Shichao act crazy and stupid, regardless of whether the system or Ma Shichao was the mastermind.

To those victims, they all deserved to die.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky.

Yiang guessed that this copy might be about to collapse.

But before that, Ma Shichao must get the retribution he deserves.

Huanying and Bingli took one look at their master and knew what to do.

So the two of them used their powerful pressure to control the ghosts and monsters to rush in this direction.

Countless ghosts are coming in this direction. Even an ordinary person can feel the eerie danger.

The same goes for Ma Shichao, who is now lying on the ground, shivering.

He was still begging for mercy, "Let me go, let me go.

Please, let me go, please, please..."

Yi'ang and the other two looked at Ma Shichao indifferently.

Those who do evil will eventually get retribution.

It’s not that there is no retribution, it’s just that the time has not come, either in this life or the next!

Perhaps some people think that if they don’t have it in this life, what’s the point in the next life.

For the victims, it is true.

This point is indeed indisputable.

There is no absolute fairness in this world, and it has been like this since ancient times.

Seeing the ghosts coming one after another, Ma Shichao was scared to the point of almost going insane.

"Please, give me a quick death. I don't want it, I don't want it...

Please be kind and give me a quick death. Kill me, kill me...

Ahhhh…”

Watching all the ghosts tear Ma Shichao apart, the evil ghosts tearing his soul apart, the bloodthirsty monsters sucking his blood, the carnivorous monsters eating his flesh, and in the end nothing was left.

Yiang felt more relaxed than ever before.

Yiang knew that this was the wisher's own emotions being released.

This is the first time this has happened in so many worlds.

It is enough to see how painful and unwilling the person who made the wish was to die.

I looked at the system in my hand that was pretending to be dead. This was also one of the culprits. The person who could make this thing was probably not a good person.

With just a pinch, the thing broke into pieces, and the strange fire released burned it clean.

After destroying the luck-absorbing system, I saw the luck it had absorbed suddenly scatter.

Let this good fortune go to those whose good fortune has been sucked away.

For the victims who have been killed, most of them do not even have a trace of their soul left.

Now that you are in charge of this matter, just see it through to the end!

Take out the soul-gathering lamp from the spiritual palace and use secret techniques to light it.

He activated his divine power again, and saw the soul-gathering lamp change from a faint light at the beginning to a radiant light later.

The broken souls of humans who died in this copy of the horror world began to gather.

This process of transferring divine power continued for several hours.

Even Yi Ang could hardly bear it, after all, it was just the cultivation of a soul.

If the real body is here, it would just be a matter of waving hands.

Seeing Yiang acting like this, Huanying and Bingli wanted to help but didn't know how.

I have never encountered or done anything like this before.

The amount of practice he has done till now is not even a fraction of his age.

Fortunately, when Huanying and Bingli were anxious and worried about Yiang, Yiang finally stopped supplying divine power.

Yiang looked at the densely packed souls and felt a little angry.

These are the ones that can still be gathered together, and there are countless others whose souls have been eaten.

This is a tragedy for so many families, and these people are the hope of so many families.

The result is a world that is slightly more advanced than theirs.

Treat them as food and as toys for entertainment.

Damn those things in the horror world!

Yiang took out a black bead as big as a fist.

"Master, what is this?"

Huanying looked curiously? This doesn't look like a night-shining pearl?

“This is a little gadget I made myself. The Soul Gathering Lamp gathers and nourishes souls.

This thing can accommodate souls, spirits, and the key is that it is unlimited.

As for what to call it, it wasn't named after it was refined."

Yiang answered while collecting these souls into the pitch-black bead.

"Master, in that case, why not just call me Lingzhu?" Bingli suddenly asked.

"Spirit Pearl? Not bad, it's OK." Yi Ang agreed with satisfaction.

After collecting all the souls, Yiang took out a rattan chair and lay down.

"Hey, I'm so tired. I haven't moved my arms and legs for a long time. Let me take a rest first."

Seeing Yiang just lying there resting, Bingli took out a table and a teapot from the space and started making tea for Yiang.

Things here have been dealt with, and Yiang looked up at the location of the crack in the sky.

It was just a crack at first, but now it looks like a spider web.

It looks like it won't last much longer.

Yiang rested for half an hour and saw that the situation above was still the same.

He simply struck out with his palm, and the sky shattered into pieces.

Just like glass, it fell down with a click.

Yi Ang took out a sword and flew into the air.

Huanying and Bingli also hurried to follow and stood on Yi'ang's left and right.

Suddenly, the scene changed.

The dark and gloomy environment suddenly turned into a bright scene.

The word "bright" literally means bright.

There was nothing but brightness. Everything was white all around. I couldn't see the end or the top, and everything was white under my feet.

In one word, fake! It's obvious that this is an illusion.