In such a bloody environment, a thick, dark haze enveloped her.

Yingmeng could no longer suppress the strange excitement in her heart. She had been covering up her true character.

Having fallen into the devil many times, her soul has long been saturated with darkness. Now in such an environment, the deepest part of her heart can no longer be concealed.

Yingmeng felt a stabbing pain in her brain, as if it was burning. Along with the severe pain and extreme excitement on her nerves, her sea of ​​consciousness fell into chaos. Then, she woke up and had an enlightenment.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that her whole body's temperament had changed drastically. She looked more calm and calm, with a strange charm. Or maybe this was her temperament.

The so-called geniuses are just those who have climbed to the top in one or more fields and pursued perfection, but people who also go to extremes are often mentally ill.

“Psychopaths seem to have certain personality traits that we all covet. Many of them are gifted with great eloquence and unparalleled charisma. This seems to be a joke played on us by evolution.” —Kevin Dutton

"People who doubt me, don't you have something evil in your mind?" The information she knew before was quickly combined in Yingmeng's mind. She had never felt that everything in the world was so clear, as if everything was falling in front of her eyes. It seemed like everything was there.

She can grasp its essence and see through its surface to see the inside.

Indulging in the shadow dream of seeing through the world, it seems that the crack in the sea of ​​​​consciousness is getting bigger and bigger.

"Don't the insiders here find the deceased's method of death very interesting? Yingmeng lowered his eyes casually and asked again. "It's very similar to the way they used to kill people, isn't it?"

These words were like a stone falling into the pond, causing waves. Everyone was talking about it, and soon someone came forward to question that Ying Meng was the murderer.

Yingmeng smiled, his face tainted with a dark and evil aura, and the temperament around him became colder and colder, revealing the elegance and calmness of a superior.

She stood there and said nothing, but half of the previous noise had disappeared.

There is no way around it, there are people in the same space as you. Even though they have done nothing, their aura is extremely strong, making you feel inexplicably oppressed.

"The murderer?" Ying Meng raised her hand, and the first person who questioned her flew towards her, and his neck hit her hand. She tightened her jaws and the person died. "Did you see it?

Kill someone. If I want to kill someone, I don’t need to go through so many detours. I can do it right in front of you and you can’t stop me. It’s time for you to change the item about strength in my profile.”

Everyone was silent, perhaps because they were shocked that she actually dared to kill someone in public.

"If I don't want to be exposed, everyone, then I will never kill Sister Wang. Everyone knows

She was doubting me, and killing her would undoubtedly expose her identity." Seeing that the noise had disappeared, the girl seemed to be in a better mood, and her voice became softer. "Have you ever heard of the story of a vicious ghost seeking his life?"

The girl glanced at the crowd unhurriedly, and saw that their eyes were full of shock, but no one dared to speak. She nodded with satisfaction, withdrew her gaze, and looked calmly at the bloody skirt.

Ying Meng's voice sounded like a sigh, and her fingers slowly outlined the patterns on it. "Those who know the formation should do the math carefully."

Someone soon took action, but regardless of whether they had calculated it or not, their expressions were complicated, and no one was communicating with others about the information they had obtained.

Ying Meng smiled softly and had already guessed that the only people who could figure this out were the people from the Ghost Talent Training Camp. Everyone among them was in a competitive relationship, so how could they communicate with each other?

Thinking of this, her smile became clean and pure, without a trace of impurity. She hummed softly, her gloomy voice lingering in everyone's hearts, accompanied by the cold wind lingering in the room.

"The burning flame,

The outpouring of wronged souls.

The Huangquan ferry envoy listened to the appeal.

People with blood on their hands,

Is there a ghost in your heart?

Soul-calling phantom formation, deadly night,

Your nightmare is about to come.

a tenacious guest,

Right at the door.

Always ready to lead you into the reincarnation of good and evil.

Cause and effect will eventually pay off,

It’s just a matter of which merit belongs to whom.

In the chess game, can obsession be dispersed?"

Maybe she realized that she had said everything she needed to say, or maybe she finally realized that she was too off-key. Ying Meng stopped, and she faced everyone, with a pair of deep and strange eyes staring straight at everyone.

The ink-like color is unfathomable, like a deadly abyss. Looking at her for a long time is like being sucked into a whirlpool in the deep sea. You want to struggle, but there is nothing you can do.

Heart palpitating.

Before anyone could react, Yingmeng had already looked away casually. "Combining the lyrics I just said and the reactions of people who understand the formation, smart people should already know what is going on here. As for the fools, I am not in the mood to give them any more

Explain it again. Now I want you to leave here, okay?"

Although it was a question, there was no hint of inquiry in her tone. She was just giving a notice.

The moment she looked away, everyone felt like they were surviving a disaster. All the people who could come here were smart people. It was obvious that something was wrong with Yingmeng now, coupled with the coercion of her strength. No matter what it was, everyone

The mood finally left me.

After seeing that the people were almost gone, the old man in black robe walked up to Yingmeng. He wanted to pick up her collar, but when he met Yingmeng's eyes, he was intimidated unconsciously. It was so similar, this look. He didn't want to

He murmured consciously: "Master Xianjun."

Quickly realizing what he had said, he asked angrily: "What are you doing?"

Ying Meng glanced at him lightly. "Wu Ming doesn't like to obey other people's orders, but he actually promised you to destroy this game. I will still abide by the promise. The best way to ruin this game is to die."

Is the person alive?”

The old man thought it made sense when he heard it, but it always felt strange. However, he had no time to ask. Everyone had left for a long enough time. If he did not leave, it would inevitably arouse others' suspicion. Before leaving, he

He took a deep look at Yingmeng.

Yingmeng gave him a harmless smile. She did not finish what she just said. The best way to ruin this game is to keep everyone alive, but there is also another way. The essence of the trial is screening.

Talent, then if everyone who is supposed to pass dies, what is the point of the trial?

Seeing that everyone had disappeared, Yingmeng carefully tasted everyone's expressions, and she seemed to feel a unique charm from them. She stood in the room and shook her head slightly, as if talking to herself, in a pure tone.

With a bit of helplessness and disgust.

"Those people actually believe that the evil ghosts are seeking their lives. Even the Holy Yuan will not challenge the immortal rules so blatantly. The evil ghosts naturally stay in the two realms of ghosts and ghosts. How stupid, telling them that it is an illusory formation,

It has been said that he is a tenacious guest. It is obvious that someone has made a deal with the ghosts, so that the deceased can feel the resentment of the ghosts before his death, and can obtain merit by helping the ghosts to take revenge."

What a calculation. One trial can get you a circle of merit in vain. Yes, this is very holy.

Yingmeng shook his head and the coldness in his eyes was replaced by a gentle and elegant smile. If Xian Qing were awake, he would find that she looked more and more like a person.

"How silly. If it was a ghost killing someone, how could they disguise the temperature in the room? Such a cold temperature is obviously confusing everyone's judgment of the time of death. Looking at the body again, the degree of stiffness shows that it is obviously not tonight.

Damn it. No matter how bad it is, I don’t want to think about how the time Sister Wang left everyone’s sight was so short. How were these patterns embroidered stitch by stitch?”

Suddenly, Ying Meng raised her eyes and smiled into the void. She smiled sweetly, and her voice was soft and dangerous. "Am I right? Mr. Mouse hiding in the dark, let me guess who I am.

Isn’t he the person you are looking for?”

Then the dangerous aura disappeared immediately, and Yingmeng left the banquet hall softly, like an ignorant little girl.
Chapter completed!