I, permanently add attributes, ascend to become a god

Qianye Mai interrupted: "No need!"

The mud ghost paused: "Why?"

It looked at the other four people for help, hurry up and hold this crazy woman, it is really useful!!!

"Don't look at it, poor little devil."

"Or, you can try to ask others. If they are willing to keep you, your life can still be saved~"

Chiba Mai's smiling words were like the devil, extremely bewitching.

Unfortunately...the bone-chilling reply made the mud ghost feel desperate.

Li Chubai said coldly: "It's not necessary."

Li Chumo lifted his hair and said casually: "Just take care of it."

Milton glanced at his companion and said helplessly: "You don't know anything, it's hard for us to keep you."

The mud ghost loudly defended, "No, I know, I know a lot!!!"

Milton shook his head and sighed slowly but without any room for rebuttal: "No, you know nothing."

With a graceful wave of his hand, he used his telekinesis to retrieve a piece of cloth from the body of a resident killed by a mud ghost in the next yard.

He took it and placed the cloth in front of the mud ghost.

"See this piece of cloth? It's made of the same material as the clothes you're wearing."

"so what?"

The mud ghost was extremely confused. Aren’t we discussing now whether it knew important information?

What does it have to do with the type of fabric its clothes are made of?

Milton whispered, "You know what?"

“We humans are the species that love to divide ourselves into different levels.”

"Ancient slaves and slave owners."

"Feudal emperors, officials, nobles, common people, slaves..."

"Every class is in order."

"Even in a so-called equal society, it remains the same."

"The rich, the middle class, the common people...money and power will place all human beings in the position they should be in."

"And a person's clothing is the easiest way to identify a person."

Seeing that the mud ghost still looked confused, Milton smiled.

"A person's clothing will change according to their status, power, and wealth. Humans need to use this to show that they are superior to others."

"Although you are a ghost now, you were a human in your previous life, and humans have their own class."

"The person you killed was obviously a civilian."

"And since you are wearing this kind of fabric, it is obvious that you must be a commoner as well."

"But the common people in an agricultural society have limited knowledge and temperament."

"You possess power beyond that of ordinary people, but in your behavior, I only see the surprise of suddenly gaining power, the satisfaction of trampling on the lives of others, and the pleasure of revenge on society."

"You're intoxicated by taking the lives of others."

"It's just a poor creature who suddenly gained power."

"But it doesn't matter. This kind of pleasure is short-lived and your mind will calm down soon."

"When you calm down, you have a power beyond the mundane world, and you will definitely not be satisfied with this kind of clothes."

The mud ghost subconsciously looked at the clothes on his body. He had been wearing them since he was transformed into a ghost. The clothes were already tattered and smelled terrible.

Comparing itself to the blond man who was talking to it, although his clothes were not gorgeous, they were extremely elegant, clean and tidy with a sense of nobility.

The same goes for the four people next to him. Each of them is full of vigor and dazzling. Even if they are just standing there, if he were still a human civilian, he probably wouldn't even dare to talk to them.

Looking down at the clothes that he didn't care about, he felt just like a beggar.

A thought suddenly arose in the mud ghost's mind: how could a noble ghost wear such clothes?

Just as the man said, when he got rid of the pleasure of revenge on society and noticed the difference between his clothing and that of others, he could no longer tolerate this beggar's outfit.

It is no longer a commoner who can only complain about his fate!

Milton pointed at the mud ghost's clothes and said calmly, "The clothes on you tell me that you haven't had time to calm down yet. So, you haven't been transformed for long, no more than a month at most."

"Let me guess."

"The one who gave you power a month ago, um, let's call him the Ghost King."

"The Ghost King gave you power and asked you to stay here and devour humans to become stronger."

"He must have told you, too, to be careful of those ghost hunters."

The mud ghost's pupils contracted, and a bad premonition began to emerge in his mind.

Milton smiled politely: "Then have you ever thought about why you, a mere commoner, received the gift from the Ghost King?"

"All the gifts bestowed by fate have already been secretly marked with a price!"

"When you start devouring humans, no matter how careful you are."

"The continuous disappearance of humans will surely lead to rumors of hauntings."

"And those organizations that hunt evil spirits must have their own methods to accurately capture information about hauntings."

"Then, the crusade will follow."

"It's inevitable."

"Then why did the Ghost King do this when he knew this?"

"Think about it, when there is only one place haunted, then it is certain that the ghost is the ghost king."

"And when 100 places are haunted, guess where the ghost king is?"

"The reason you were given power is because the Ghost King is hiding his whereabouts."

"If there are places that are constantly haunted, it will greatly hinder the power of ghost hunters."

"You know, transportation is not convenient at this time."

"By the time the ghost hunters arrived, the ghost king had already fled."

"And you, as its chosen abandoned child."

"Either die at the hands of the ghost hunters, or kill the ghost hunters and become stronger."

"When you are strong enough, you can evolve to the next stage, which is a chess piece."

"The Ghost King must have given you a goal and encouraged you to work hard for it."

The mud ghost murmured, "Twelve Ghost Months?"

Milton clapped his hands and smiled even more brightly: "Yes, the Twelve Ghost Moons, I guess they are the Ghost King's twelve strongest subordinates, when you reach this point."

"You are no longer an insignificant discarded child. You have begun to have other meanings to the Ghost King."

"You are now just transformed from a civilian into a ghost."

"What are ghosts? Why do ghosts exist? What are ghost hunters? You don't know anything."

"You only know how to eat people, hide yourself, and then wait for the destined ghost hunter to punish you."

"There's really no need for a discarded child to know too much."

"You are the only ghost in this town. This is your trial ground!"

"No, I won't!!!"

The mud ghost covered his head in pain. How could the Lord Muzan, who gave him a brand new life, treat him as an abandoned child!!!

"Of course, you are not without other uses."

"Although you don't know anything, at least you told us."

"1. The Ghost King came here not long ago."

"2. The Ghost King and the Twelve Ghost Moons are hiding their whereabouts to avoid being hunted by ghost hunters."

"3. Most ghosts are orphans wandering around. The Ghost King must have asked you not to gather together, otherwise you will be easily caught in one fell swoop, which would make it meaningless to be abandoned. I guess only the Twelve Ghost Moons and the Ghost King have a secret fixed place for gathering."

"4. That unknown ghost hunting organization has a certain level of surveillance power at various locations."

"5. It is very likely that the ghost hunters are on their way. We just need to wait here and we will meet them."

Milton smiled and comforted kindly. As an elegant nobleman, he was best at comforting others.

Unfortunately, his words of comfort made the Mud Ghost collapse even more.

At this time, Dark Crow, who had been silent all this time, said idly:

"Milton's point is good, but it's incomplete."

"In fact, not only do you know nothing, but you can't say anything either."

"An ordinary person like you, or a ghost with extremely strong self-healing ability, would not be able to withstand torture if you were captured alive. Anyone who knows a little about interrogation would find it easy to make you speak."

"As long as the Ghost King is not a moron, he will definitely impose restrictions on you when he grants you strength."

"Otherwise, he would have been caught long ago for making abandoned pawns everywhere."

"I know nothing and can't say anything."

"This is the fate of you abandoned children!"

As if making a final announcement, the evil spirit that had previously chosen its prey could no longer maintain its sanity.

It really wanted to tell everyone loudly that this was not true, but it couldn't do it. It sadly discovered that everything these people said was right.

"No, that sir, Muzan Kibutsuji would never do that!!!"

The name seemed to trigger some memory, and the mud ghost made a horrified discovery.

Crossing the distant space and following the blood connection, it once again saw the figure who gave it the evil ghost power.

However, this figure gently placed its index finger to its lips, as if saying goodbye to it.

It violates taboo!

Under the calm gaze of the five people, the mud ghost's body suddenly exploded. An arm stretched out and crushed the mud ghost's head. However, this time the mud ghost would never be resurrected again.

"Why are you so stubborn that you have to test the restrictions left by others?"

Dark Crow shook his head, so stupid.

"But, Muzan Kibutsuji?"

"So cautious that he doesn't even dare to reveal his name."

"It looks like the ghost hunters have hunted this ghost king down pretty hard!"

"From the perspective of strength comparison, the human camp should have the upper hand."

Everyone nodded. Indeed, they were too cautious. Even their Fallen Abyss organization was not so outrageous.

It's not to the point where your head will explode if you mention the name of a senior executive.

This is all confidential, I'm speechless.

This little episode ends.

The five people did not take the mud ghost's self-explosion seriously.

In terms of strength, if they could not be resurrected infinitely, any one of them could be easily defeated.

In terms of intelligence, as early as the first glance, they had already dug out all the value of the mud ghost and defined it as a discarded pawn.

If he couldn't even do this, Milton would wonder how he got an S grade.

You don’t even know how to gather basic intelligence?

Do teammates really have brains?

What is more important now is to decide the next course of action.