"This is Rolla's secret. If you want to know, go dream!"

After deliberately uttering some information, Lao Gun couldn't help feeling very happy when he looked at the anxious swordsman who was full of curiosity.

Even the half-hearted feeling of being angry with Hank before was released.

Every time you report back, it will make you angry. Why don’t I tell you?

"No! Lao Gun, what's the relationship between us? Just tell me brother! Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well today!"

He is familiar with Hank's gossip and the old gun who is a vulgar swordsman, of course he knows that Hank is not lying. If he doesn't tell the swordsman, this guy may be curious enough to sleep at night.

But isn't this just right?

Isn’t it possible to avenge the revenge that made me so angry that I was half-dead?

Ha ha!

Lao Gun, who became happier the more he thought about it, couldn't help but laugh!

Anyway, he won't tell the swordsman that secret recently, hehehe!

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Looking at the two guards who were making trouble, Moriarty shook his head and then quietly floated towards the inside of the gathering place.

From the people who could make noise at both guard entrances, Moriarty could probably judge the quality of the personnel in this gathering place.

It is no exaggeration to describe these people as a mob.

No wonder the senior members of the Victims Association would rather walk alone than stay here, because sometimes it is more dangerous than they are alone.

After continuing to go deeper, Moriarty found that the underground corridor seemed a little messy. I don’t know if it was dug like this or it was caused by random digging without any plans. I think it should be mostly the latter!

After entering a cramped room, Moriarty found that this small space of less than seven or eight floors had squeezed more than a dozen people.

Some of these people were sleeping soundly, while others were leaning in the corner with their eyes blank.

Hey!

After seeing the few people in the corner with their eyes, Moriarty's eyes lit up.

"The spirit of these guys seems to have been severely hit. They actually have a little bit of ambition, which seems to make me barely possess you!"

Although Moriarty was a little moved, he did not possess it recklessly.

Instead, he patiently checked all the excavated rooms one by one.

There are about twenty rooms in total, some are big and some are small. The big ones live in more than ten or twenty people, and the small ones can only accommodate two or three people.

Not all of them were mixed fish. There were three rooms where powerful people were obviously living in the strong. The blood and energy emitted from their bodies burned Moriarty's spirit like a furnace, making Moriarty dare not approach at all. Although it was not as good as the giant scythe Michaelef he had encountered before, it was also very powerful.

Moriarty thought about feeling the clear difference between the people living in these three rooms and the others.

The people in these three rooms should be all powerful people who have entered the extraordinary level!

After wisely bypassing these three rooms, Moriarty came to a relatively remote room that was digging in a corner.

This room is actually not bad. There is even an exhaust hole hidden in the weeds on the top of the room, which makes the air in the room look less turbid. It is undoubtedly much better than in most rooms here.

But whether it is the people in the room or the others who are far away from it, this room is probably not that good.

Because this room is for those who are sick.

Whether it is internal injuries such as trauma or cold, others in the gathering place will throw them into this room and fend for themselves.

Everyone is happy if they can’t get through it. If they can’t get through it, they can only accept their fate.

Medicines are extremely precious resources here, and it is obvious that these things are not the turn of ordinary people to use.

Whether it is inflammation, ulceration, or cold catching a cold, it is a very fatal matter on this dark and humid island.

In addition, the cold can still be infected, which makes others feel like they are a disaster in this room.

And the few people lying in this room are Moriarty's target this time.

This time, Moriarty plans to try another ability.

Occupation!

This is a skill that appeared in Moriarty's mind after being transformed by the boat on the other side.

It seems that in Moriarty's myths and legends in the past life, both Western ghosts and Eastern ghosts have similar skills, so Moriarty is not surprised.

There are three people lying in this room. One young man had a high fever due to inflammation of the wound on his thigh. The other two were old men and the other were thin teenagers. They both came in after catching a cold.

That old man-like guy is already in dying under the influence of wind and cold!

Although the young man was a little confused because of a high fever, he might be able to survive this disaster with the physique of the young man. This is also the one with the greatest hope of surviving among the three people in the room.

After looking at these three people, Moriarty no longer hesitated and directly penetrated into the old man's body.

Because the old man was already in a daze, Moriarty successfully suppressed the old man's consciousness and took over this body!

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In the darkness, the old man, who was dying, opened his eyes again and struggled to do it.

Feeling the strong repulsion of this body and the weakness from the soul, Moriarty barely sat up and sighed.

"Sure enough, is it still not possible?"

Moriarty, who had strong expectations for possession, suddenly felt disappointed after officially experiencing this ability.

The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

After possession, Moriarty seemed to be wearing a heavy layer of flesh and blood armor, which made him particularly depressed.

And this did not give him a slight feeling of being alive.

He can't feel anything like taste, smell, pain, etc.

"Forget it, I didn't expect to come back to life so easily!"

After a simple experiment, Moriarty quickly drilled out of the old man's body.

In just a few minutes, Moriarty felt that his power was consumed a lot.

This made him shake his head.

"Forget it, I'd better improve my strength to the first level as planned!"

After being tossed by Moriarty and eroded by the yin-attributed ghost power, the old man, who was already in his dying state, quickly became burping.
Chapter completed!