A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village
Ch. 93

"If you worry about them, I can divide myself."

"What and how?" Akbar was curious to see Xiaoli's ability.

Xiaoli then divided her form into two girls who were the same side, "What do you think?"

At this moment, he seemed to have changed himself. His thinking was in order, the next thing was much simpler.

Xiaoli's other figure went towards Bagas and Arman.

"What about this ghost?."

"There's a clue. Xiaoli said clearly in her heart: "I think the word hate is more appropriate."

"What happened to her? What means. "

"Through oracle cards, this ghost was a student at the school before his death. He died for unknown reasons."

"Killed?."

"High probability is a cruel event, otherwise the cruelty of his killing methods cannot be explained. And the trail of hatred he's not gonna be this deep."

"He does have a very dark aura. Compared to a mere murder, this was more like a long-planned revenge. Right, eh?."

"This killer is so cruel, he ruined the sanctity of this girl that she might be dismembered after being violently attacked."

"Mutilation!!." Akbar took a deep breath.

The current situation is not optimistic for him.

Xiaoli saw Akbar sitting upright, his eyes as calm as water, showing a very calm sense.

Calm, fearless, and reliable.

The occult world and spiritual power were worlds apart from the calculations of a few ordinary people.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoli saw Akbar open the lid of the mineral water bottle casually, take a sip, then tear the chocolate packaging, break a small piece, and put it in her mouth.

Xiaoli smiled.

"If this is really a game, other players might be in danger" Xiaoli said.

"Can it be the same?"

"If you feel dangerous, you can go to Bagas and Arman's group."

"No. Bagas and Arman getting into this game must have risked."

"Yes. Since they've been playing this game, there's gotta be a goal."

Xiaoli did not mention it, she would forget about it.

"Are you..."

"Maybe."

"So... These demon leaders want us to know the purpose of this creature?."

"Well, because we're the only ones who can see these clues! "

"Akbar began to outline what clues he had obtained."

Akbar would start mumbling and thinking. But Xiaoli would not ask Akbar to stop, all she did was frown and close her ears.

Because this was the habit of the man in front of him.

Many people perform many repetitive actions that are meaningless when thinking.

For example, a writer who has been desperate in writing a book will scratch his head, and the suspect will often hold his glasses while facing a police check.

Akbar's habit was that he would paint all the pictures he got while muttering.

It may be related to his past experiences.

Next morning.

When the sky was just clear.

The first ray of morning light had yet to visit, and the surrounding area was filled with a faint darkness, like a layer of fog. There was a disturbing smell floating in the air....

The next second, he stopped abruptly, and cold sweat drenched his back for a moment.

It was a bloody mudra!

Akbar thought this was clearly beyond his expectations. He was ready to leave, as if he were going to fight.

"Express, pay attention to safety during this journey."

"Well," Akbar took a breath, his eyes were rarely serious, "Their goals were the same."

"You look calm. Is this ghost going to kill you all?"

"No," Akbar shook his head, "That's just a small goal, their ultimate goal .. is me."

"They want to kill you?" Xiao surprised. "Don't be so pessimistic, I'm sure we can get out of here alive!" he cheers.

"Yes." Yeah."