The axe blade chopped down and there were the silent screams of ghosts.
The smelly and dirty liquid flowed out like bursting cotton, sticking to the axe blade that was originally covered with human blood. The body of the ghost cracked bit by bit and turned into powder. The white silk floating in the air broke and fell to the ground, just like a heavy snow covering the ground.
The rustling sound of the trees stopped, and the towering trees that blocked out the sun returned to their original shape, letting the sunlight fall through the gaps between the trees. One of the clusters of sunlight happened to fall on Yuan Yuxue.
He stood in the sun, his white skin illuminated, like a delicate and perfect sculpture. His figure was thin, his sleeves were slightly rolled up, and his slender right hands were hanging down, holding a rough axe that was totally inconsistent with his painting style, but it gave off a strange and powerful beauty.
This scene fell into Jie Zhouyan's eyes, and the familiar feeling of slightly warming and vibrating chest came again.
After dealing with the ghosts, Yuan Yuxue did not pause for long and walked towards Jie Zhouyan.
He said it would be quick.
Jie Zhouyan stared at him without blinking, and when Yuan Yuxue turned and walked over, the dirty black substance flowing from under the axe blade, carrying the ghost's final resentment, condensed into a sharp arrow and attacked backwards, carrying a last desperate counterattack.
It was not aimed at Yuan Yuxue. The target was actually Jie Zhouyan, who was always well protected by Yuan Yuxue.
Even though the body carrying its consciousness had dissipated, its ultimate wish was to separate the lovers as its final revenge. Because the murderous intent of the arrow was not directed at itself, Yuan Yuxue's reaction was a little slow.
However, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to use the axe blade to block the dangerous object with unknown meaning. Even though the time difference had been infinitely compressed by Yuan Yuxue's own reaction, it seemed that it was too late to save the situation.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan Yuxue stood in front of Jie Zhouyan in the next second.
It was silent.
The price he imagined he might have to pay did not happen.
Jie Zhouyan withdrew his gaze from the black substance. As soon as he thought about it, the smelly substance was crushed into true nothingness and dissipated in the dense forest. Even the rules could not reorganize it, and there was no trace left.
As payment for disturbing him.
Jie Zhouyan was not willing to divide his attention among other people at this moment, but something always popped up to disturb him.
Yuan Yuxue raised her eyes slightly dazedly, her long and fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and she met Jie Zhouyan's gaze.
"… "
The distance between them was too close, and the breath of Yuan Yuxue came, almost instantly igniting some memories of Jie Zhouyan. His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he suddenly said: "Do you want to hug again?"
Yuan Yuxue knew that he had misunderstood her actions and explained, "No need."
He turned around and indeed did not find any trace of ghosts, which even made him tilt his head in a little confusion.
But the problem with the dense forest has been solved.
I don’t know if killing the ghosts and monsters living in it can be considered as “completing” the rules.