What happened to the black control group on the entire network who knows XNUMX million skill points?

This scream seemed to pierce the sky.

"You...don't come over!" The man's voice sounded particularly shrill under the night sky.

Shi Yuanhui's translucent soul floated in front of him, grinning at him with bared teeth.

"Wang Wenjie, how have you been in these years? Do you still remember me? It hurts so much when you hit me. Today is my birthday. Do you still remember? I remember you said you would love me forever. Why did you lie to me? me."

"It doesn't matter. Come down and explain to me that you didn't do it on purpose. I'm sure I won't blame you. Hehe, Wang Wenjie, it's so cold down there. Can you come over and stay with me?"

"I, I didn't mean it. I burn paper for you every year. Don't come over!" The man's face was bloodless. He looked at Shi Yuanhui in horror, collapsed on the ground, and couldn't help but step back.

"You said you are already dead, right? Those of us who are alive have to continue to live. Considering our friendship for so many years, why do you have to embarrass me?" he said.

Shi Yuanhui had a smile on his face, and his eyes flickered, as if they were about to fall out at any moment.

"You said you and I are dead, why can you live well?"

She licked her lips with her tongue, and her expression became more fierce, as if she wanted him to pay for it with his life.

At this time, a woman noticed the movement in the house and opened the door with confusion on her face.

"Husband, who are you talking to?"

Shi Yuanhui crossed his arms and looked at the woman.

"Did you kill me just because of this woman? Do you know that it really hurts when your fist falls on my body? It hurts more than my heart."

The murderous aura in Shi Yuanhui's body became more and more serious, and he could not hide it no matter what.

Wang Wenjie was frightened.

"Ahhhhh! Please go away, I didn't mean it!"

The woman's expression became weirder and weirder. Obviously, she didn't see Shi Yuanhui.

"Husband, what's wrong with you?" She walked over and looked at him worriedly.

Wang Wenjie ignored his wife's words and looked at Shi Yuanhui in horror.

Shi Yuanhui's hair was disheveled and she had an evil smile on her face. Under Wang Wenjie's horrified gaze, she floated to Wang Wenjie's side like a ghost, held his neck with her hands, and pinched her fingers slightly.

"Yuan Hui, don't kill me. I know I was wrong. I will never hit you again. I will kowtow to you."

As Wang Wenjie spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed his head.

The woman frowned and looked at him strangely.

"If you don't hit me, what's the use? Wang Wenjie, come down and pay for me with your life." Shi Yuanhui chuckled, his voice was particularly sharp.

Wang Wenjie's eyes went white, and after a stream of unknown yellow liquid flowed from his legs, he passed out completely.

"Husband!" the woman exclaimed, and immediately called an ambulance after she realized what she was doing.

Shi Yuanhui returned to his normal expression, smashed his mouth, looked at Wang Wenjie who had passed out with disdain, clapped his hands, rolled his eyes, left something for him, and then floated back to Yan Xin's house.

"How's it going?" Gu Meijia asked when she saw her.

"It's great, that weakling was frightened and fainted."

Yan Xin glanced at Shi Yuanhui, didn't say anything, packed up the things on the ground, crossed her legs, took out the wooden fish, and looked at it one by one.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Yan Xin's face was pale, and Shi Yuanhui looked at her with worry.

Yan Xin shook his head and said he was fine.

The three ghosts, Shi Yuanhui, and an earth fairy could not disturb Yan Xin, so they could only watch her silently.

There was only the crisp knocking sound of the wooden fish in the house, making it seem a little quiet.

But in Yan Xin's mind, the nagging voice of the system never stopped.

[No, you just used one use to destroy the century-old mahogany sword. Have you forgotten? 】

"I haven't forgotten. It's not because the peach wood sword is too fragile." Yan Xin was quite innocent.

[The strength of any magic weapon in the virtual space is much stronger than in reality. 】

"But I seem to have absorbed all the energy of the Taomu Sword."

[What did you say, say it again? Wouldn’t that be scrapped for you? ]    Yan Xin did not answer the system, but the next moment a shadow of a sword appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness.

[Is this really a mahogany sword? 】

"It should be that after I woke up in the hospital, this thing appeared in the sea of ​​​​consciousness." Yan Xin said.

[Once things in the virtual space are destroyed, the power inside them will disappear. What kind of god are you that can absorb the power of the Taomu Sword? 】

Moreover, the century-old mahogany sword had been broken into pieces.

that's it?

How did she absorb the power inside?

The system doesn't understand something.

"I don't know either. I thought you knew what was going on."

As Yan Xin spoke, he activated the spiritual power in his body.

Because she didn't turn on the light, the room was dark. Suddenly, a white light flashed through.

Shi Yuanhui's face was full of surprise.

"She built a foundation?"

You must know that the first time she met Yan Xin was more than a month ago.

It hasn’t been two months yet, right?

At that time, Yan Xin had not succeeded in introducing Qi into his body.

But now, she has established a foundation? !

No?

What kind of monster is this guy?

Yan Xin adjusted the spiritual power in his body again, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The system didn't seem surprised by Yan Xin's cultivation speed, but was more numb.

"Sister Xin."

Shi Yuanhui looked at her with tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xin looked at her strangely.

"How do you want us to live like this? Do you know how long it took me to go from Qi training to foundation building?"

"How long, and aren't you already dead?" Yan Xin raised his eyebrows.

"More than a year."

"I'm eight months old." Gu Meijia said with a smile.

Today's ghost cultivation is much easier than that of monks, especially those based on grievances, which are basically not difficult.

If it were a monk, given the current lack of resources, no matter how talented he was, it would still take three to four years.

Therefore, Yan Xin's speed cannot be described as "talented".

Shi Yuanhui glanced at Gu Meijia angrily and snorted.

"So, get away."

Regarding the good sister's words, Gu Meijia just chuckled twice, and then put her hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, it's your birthday today. Be happy. I'll ask a few friends to come over and celebrate it for you."

"Hey, Meijia, you're so kind."

"Sister Xin, do you want to go together?"

"No, I'm tired, you go ahead." Yan Xin waved her hand.

The friends Gu Meijia can make out now must also be ghosts. When she went to hang out with a few ghosts, Yan Xin felt that she was not so free yet.

What's more, she is really tired now.

"Well, sister Xin, you have a good rest." Shi Yuanhui was too embarrassed to disturb her.