With that one strike of the sword, Yuan Yuxue had strangled several attacking ghosts.
Therefore, in just such a short period of time, most of the hundreds of hand ghosts hanging densely on the ceiling had been destroyed.
The atmosphere seemed to be frozen for a moment.
They did not continue to launch reckless attacks. Countless pairs of terrifying compound eyes stared at Yuan Yuxue, reflecting the young master's young face layer by layer.
After a slight delay, the ghosts' backs arched slightly, and the ceiling was covered with strange mucus secreted by them, which seemed to be a prelude to an attack.
A moment!
The ghosts scattered and went out the door with a whoosh like some frightened insects.
Young Heavenly Master: “…”
ah
He had a lot of experience in catching ghosts, but he had never encountered a situation where a ghost fled without a fight. It was always people hiding from ghosts, but now it seemed like... ghosts were hiding from people
The young Taoist priest felt a little dizzy at the moment and didn't understand anything.
Yuan Yuxue, who was beside him, still had a very cold look in her eyes. Seeing the ghost suddenly run away, Yuan Yuxue did not show any surprise, but just frowned slightly, raised the knife, and pointed it directly at the narrow spiral staircase. Her voice was very calm, but it also revealed a calm killing intent.
“… You can’t stay.”
From the very beginning, Yuan Yuxue wanted to kill them all... no, to put an end to all future troubles.
Just one of these ghosts was enough to cause an unexpected tragedy in the theater - an actor died on the spot and many others were injured.
If these ghosts were allowed to escape, there is no telling how many casualties and disasters would be caused.
Therefore, Yuan Yuxue would never let them go easily.
Can't let it go either.
At this moment, Jie Zhouyan, who had always been following Yuan Yuxue, raised his eyes with a calm expression.
His facial features and face were extremely handsome, but at this moment, there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
"good."
It seemed to be a response to Yuan Yuxue's previous words.
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the basement entrance suddenly closed without anyone noticing. There was a sound of metal colliding, and a very slight "click" sound, like the sound of a keyhole opening and closing.
Normally speaking, a human door cannot prevent ghosts from entering and exiting.
The one who can handle all of this is Jie Zhouyan.
No matter whether it was the off-field players who were observing the copy through Yuan Yuxue's perspective, or the young Taoist priest whose worldview was still being overturned, no one noticed this tiny change. Only Yuan Yuxue raised her head slightly and looked at Jie Zhouyan beside her.
Yuan Yuxue nodded and said silently, "Thank you."
So the man who always looked very gloomy and indifferent naturally curled the corners of his lips slightly in an awkward manner.
He was very unfamiliar and made an expression towards Yuan Yuxue that could probably be considered a happy expression.
So Yuan Yuxue walked up the stairs slowly.
His footsteps on the stairs were very light, like a cat's, making no sound, but with a wonderful rhythm.