I’m Flirting with a Man in the Supernatural World

Jin Tianyi looked at Chu Huai quietly, as if he had realized something, and complicated emotions flowed in his eyes.

Chu Huai is not a ghost, so he can only be a commoner or a god.

Because Chu Huai did not show talent before, he always subconsciously thought that Chu Huai was a commoner, but now...

The speed of air flow around seemed to slow down, dull and oppressive.

Chu Huai finally walked up to the middle-aged woman. He raised both hands to support the boy steadily.

The boy was dressed brightly and made of excellent materials. His eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were curled up and long, his mouth was flaring, and the fluff on his face fluttered slightly, as if he had fallen into a sweet afternoon nap. I can't wake up either.

Chu Huai put back the smile that was deliberately hung on his face in the past. His temperament was very clear, his figure was handsome, his eyebrows and eyes were faint, like distant mountains, and his eyes were foggy, poetic and picturesque.

Under the red moon, God hugged the little angel and bent slightly.

The woman took her dying child with trembling hands, suddenly felt something in the dark, raised her head suddenly, and looked at Chu Huai's eyes full of hope and longing.

Her hands gripped the child's clothes tightly, and her fingers began to cramp, twisting in a strange posture.

"I have a way to let him live." Chu Huai said calmly.

His voice is very penetrating.

The woman wept with joy in an instant, but she was babbling, like aphasia, unable to speak.

Song Chen lowered his eyes, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Jin Tianyi pursed his lips slightly, and quietly walked behind Chu Huai.

His fragile back cannot be exposed to others.

Chu Huai... is it a god?

Jin Tianyi lowered his eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

What if Chu Huai exposed his identity because of saving someone? This is the Chu Huai he knew, longing for life, but never violating his own principles.

With him around, he can't protect a **** without faith.

"I have a way to make him leave this world." Chu Huai added.

The woman finally regained the ability to speak, her voice was already hoarse, but she still howled desperately: "Please! Help him!"

She has faith in her eyes.

For some reason, she was full of almost blind faith in the same weak person in front of her.

Chu Huai felt heavy in such eyes: "It's not me who can save him, it's you, you don't need to ask me, I just put the choice in front of you."

"Are you willing to use your own death..." He paused, then smiled awkwardly, "in exchange for the child's new life?"

The woman's expression froze for only a second, and she immediately nodded her head frantically, tears streaming down her face.

"As long as he can leave here alive, it doesn't matter how I die! I beg you, save him!" She hugged the child tightly and ran over to hug Chu Huai's leg.

Chu Huai squatted down on one foot and whispered a few words in her ear.

The woman's eyes were ashen, and a wry smile overflowed her face.

She was like a pile of ashes, but when she saw her child's face, she instantly revived.

She immediately made a decision: "I die."

Chu Huai said with a complicated expression, "Aren't you afraid that I'll lie to you?"

"You are a good person, I can tell." The woman said without hesitation.

"Besides, if An'an died, I would not be able to live on. He is my everything and is more important than my life. What is the point of my life without him, so even if there is only a chance now, I will try. "

Chu Huai was silent.

"I beg you one thing." She raised her head and stared at Chu Huai firmly, with a moving light in her eyes.

She cites a time and a place.

"I beg you to return An'an to his parents. I'm sorry for them." After the woman finished speaking, she lowered her head in shame.

Chu Huai didn't say anything, just nodded and took the child from her hands.

"I identify Zhang Quanfang as a ghost." As the woman spoke, big tears rolled down her dark yellow face and hit the rough back of her hand.

Song Chen's expression froze. Who is Zhang Quanfang? She frowned, apparently things had gone beyond her expectations.

Words of blood appeared in the woman's mind—the tasker Zhang Quanfang identified Zhang Quanfang as a ghost, and automatically belonged to the ghost camp.

The woman was ecstatic, with tears in her eyes.

It's true, the man in front of her didn't lie to her! Her son will survive!

The woman stretched out her hand tremblingly, and finally touched her son's face with her calloused fingertips. She was so cautious, as if she was afraid that the old skin on her hand would scratch the delicate skin of the child.

Another line of blood appeared - did the tasker Zhang Quanfang identify Zhang Quanfang a second time?

The woman didn't hesitate at all: "Zhang Quanfang identified Zhang Quanfang as a ghost for the second time."

Scarlet characters—misidentification, about to be obliterated by ghosts.

Before the panic appeared in the woman's eyes, another line of blood appeared—perceived the existence of God, and the sacrifice condition was triggered.

Saved! Really useful!

The woman choked up.

There was also a sudden stabbing pain in Chu Huai's head, the words in blood—the world needs your care, please listen to their voices.

"I want my son out of this world," said the woman finally.

She smiled, feeling more at ease than ever before.

A strange scene happened.

Blood red appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and they couldn't see anything for a moment.

Chu Huai could feel the sudden chilling chills down his spine.

There is deep-rooted resentment and huge evil thoughts in that blood red.

The real ghost finally appeared.

The little doubts accumulated in Chu Huai's heart were finally linked together and solved easily.

The mission objective of Bloodmoon Lost City is... to identify the ghosts hidden among them.

This is the real way of life, not a tragic sacrifice.

Sacrifice is only the most necessary way of life among many ways of life.

They are all wrong.

From the start, they were headed in the wrong direction.

Chu Huai suddenly remembered the dungeon introduction of Lost City of Blood Moon—the blood red moon, the lost people.

During a blood moon, it's not ghosts who get lost, but... people!

So why the first identification automatically falls into the ghost camp, but the second identification of the same person is wrong, and the answer is ready to come out.

Because, although those people have entered the camp of ghosts, they are still...human beings!

It's just a killing game from start to finish.

They are played around by the world.

What the world wants is for them to kill each other.

Otherwise, the ghost camp will not have two different talent skills, summoning and locking.

Ghost kills ghost, ghost kills?

No, in the end it's people who kill people.

Those with bad intentions are all ghosts.

The blood red faded, and the woman lay on the ground in a strange posture, her eyes full of disbelief.

A ghost appears and takes her away. She was out of breath and finished the sacrifice.

The woman opened her eyes wide. Chu Huai followed her gaze and saw... Song Chen.