Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 512: Four Games of Cruise Ship Hunting (4)

Blue Sparrow, who was watching a TV series, heard these words and hurriedly looked at the big screen.

This look.

It was so scared that its heart almost jumped out.

This is this...

I haven’t seen you for a while, how come Sister Yue fell down from the building again?

It didn't dare to delay for a moment and quickly bought the props from last time "for its own use".

"Sister Yue, Sister Yue, I bought some props, you should quickly borrow other people's weapons to save your life."

Follow Sister Yue to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks, and earn points quickly.

Sister Yue rarely uses her points, and most of them are saved.

It really doesn't want to take on a new host.

A black ring suddenly appeared on Song Yuesheng's left ring finger.

She took it down and threw it away carelessly.

"This ring was used by Sheng Qiwen to rob his soul and kill him. It cannot be used to save me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuesheng felt that he had landed on a flat ground.

It doesn't hurt.

Not uncomfortable.

She looked around and found that it had turned dark around her and there was a bright light in the distance.

Same situation as yesterday.

She couldn't find the way, so she had to walk along the light.

But Song Yuesheng didn't believe that Yan Li would save her, and his ability was to make people and succubi fall into their strongest desires and die in addiction.

Today's road is not long.

The end of the road is not yesterday's garden, nor is there Yan Li who is still a child, but a bush of flowers on the other shore.

Sitting on a rock nearby was a man in red clothes smoking a pipe.

She has a charming appearance and a pair of phoenix eyes.

"Oh, I thought you were going to kill me straight away, but I didn't expect your heroic words this afternoon were false."

Song Yuesheng looked at him for a while and at first glance he looked similar to Luochuan, but upon closer inspection, he did not have Luochuan's elegance.

She asked patiently, "Who are you? Where is this place?"

"Compared to me..." The scarlet-clothed man floated over and sniffed lightly, "Your soul is neither human, nor succubus, nor demon hunter. Little girl, shouldn't you first tell me who you are, and..."

He pointed to himself.

"Who is this man who doesn't even exist in this world?"

"Luochuan...I guess I heard it right..."

Song Yuesheng sneered.

She clenched her fist and punched him in the face.

The man was caught off guard and was beaten unilaterally.

"Stop... Hey... Don't hit me... If you hit me again, your life-defining weapon will be gone..."

Song Yuesheng stopped her fists and smiled softly: "The elder said that I will never have a life-defining weapon in my life. To prevent you from deceiving other demon hunters again, you must die here today."

His words clearly showed that she was not from this world.

No matter what, he cannot be allowed to live.

Seeing that his fist was about to fall again, the man said quickly: "Don't listen to Xiao Liu's nonsense! The Exorcists have their own natal weapons since birth. The reason why they don't appear is only because your behavior as demon hunters does not match the nature of your natal weapons."

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

The elder’s surname is Liu, but he doesn’t take it seriously at all.

She patted his face and said unkindly: "Hey, what do you mean by mismatch?"

The man looked at her. "For example, your natal weapon is an orange, but every time you go to the fruit store you always buy other fruits. This is called a mismatch. The time of its appearance depends entirely on the demon hunter's behavior, and when it matches the nature of the natal weapon."

Song Yuesheng touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Can the life weapon be a human?"

"Of course not." The man refuted strongly, "If you hadn't always used those crude props and hadn't made any progress and had no ambition, I wouldn't have been so bored that I would have turned into something else to entertain myself."

Song Yuesheng suddenly realized.

It turns out that the natal weapon never appeared because the original owner didn't want much.

Simply put, no ambition or desire.

The red spider lilies and figures she saw were all him.

In his opinion, he was able to show up briefly because he sensed her ambition.

Song Yuesheng loosened the man's clothes and sat on a rock beside him.

"Hey, you guys can still talk?"

The man covered his neck and coughed. It hurt so much.

With this ability, I really don’t know what he did before.

He sat cross-legged, "Before the natal weapon appeared in the hands of you demon hunters, we have been communicating with you through dreams to remind you to walk the path of regular matching. If you don't believe me, wait until you wake up and ask your friends if they have any dreams."

Song Yuesheng speculated: "So this is a dream. Then what is your weapon?"

The man pointed at himself: "Same as him."

Song Yuesheng pondered for a moment: "A green paper umbrella that can defeat everything?"

The man's eyes widened, unable to believe what he heard.

"How can there be such a convenient weapon! I was so blind before that I thought you had no ambitions."

"Listen carefully, my name is Broken Soul, and I am an oil-paper umbrella with a red red spider lily."

"If you don't exorcise the demon, I can transform into an item you carry with you at all times, but I can only transform into one type."

Song Yuesheng understood.

A low-profile version of the Netherworld Umbrella.

Fine.

Better than nothing.

"Hey, what's wrong with your soul? It looks like a human's, but it's also not. I can sense it, and so can those succubi that specialize in feeding on souls."

This is the thing that Shattered Soul can't understand the most.

Song Yuesheng curled his lips and smiled: "Want to know?"

"No no no."

Soul Shatter shook his head frantically.

He waved his hand, changed himself back to his original form, and flew towards Song Yuesheng.

Ugh.

Hopefully this owner will outlive the owners of the other weapons.

Otherwise, it will disappear as well.

The moment Song Yuesheng touched the red paper umbrella, the surroundings changed again.

She was still falling.

The difference from before is that there is a red paper umbrella in the right hand.

Song Yuesheng clicked his tongue.

He left without telling her how to use it.

I have to go find Yang Qingqing and the others in the restaurant later.

next moment.

Song Yuesheng found himself standing in the restaurant.

Yo.

Can also teleport.