She is a little dizzy, and the human soul is polluting the divine soul. This is her own choice, so that soon, she will no longer have to wear the shackles of the god of good fortune, in order to make herself a real god of misfortune.
woe.
No matter what you do, you can't go wrong.
The man seemed to be laughing, but without any sarcasm, "I found it in the Tiandu file, saying that there is a god of calamity locked here... After the twilight of the gods, you are the only god left."
The only god left...
so what.
"So, you shouldn't stay here anymore, it's time to go out and see the outside world." The man said briskly and touched her head.
warm hands.
Let her be a little confused for a while.
"Are you still a believer?" The man quickly withdrew his hand and asked her. After a pause, she felt that she was asking a bit strange. She thought about it and simply put it another way, "Or... you are in Outside, do you have anything to worry about or care about?"
-No.
There is nothing to worry about or care about.
The god who has been imprisoned for hundreds of years has a momentary embarrassment that he can't do anything.
There is also confusion about where to go.
No, not nothing.
She wanted to tell this person that she had thousands of believers, and that she had many, many believers—she didn't have nothing.
… no.
It's like a child, desperately saying how powerful he is, as if only in this way can he be proud of himself.
Even though, she doesn't speak human language.
Even though she knew it was gone.
After all, she has been locked here for so many years, and the people who once believed in her have long since turned into stories from a hundred years ago.
Finally, she slowly squeezed the corners of her bright red clothes.
When she was the god of good fortune and misfortune, she liked white clothes.
In legends a hundred years ago, there was a god of good fortune in white, and there was a god of misfortune in white.
In the end, the white clothes changed into prison clothes. During the punishments, the white clothes were stained with her hundred years of resentment and blood and tears, and turned into a deep red.
Every inch of blood on this dress is her hatred of the floating world.
Those who abandon the gods will be abandoned by the gods.
She viciously thought that one day, she would make the humans who forgot her pay the price!
The man didn't see her gloomy eyes, but he understood the unease represented by the hand she squeezed tightly at the corner of her clothes.
She said, "If not, I'll be your disciple."
- If you don't have one, I'll be your follower.
It's like saying to a child who lost candy and was secretly angry by the corner of his clothes, if you don't have it, I'll make your candy.
She was stunned.
For a while, all the vicious thoughts disappeared, replaced by an indescribable feeling.
It felt soft and very warm, which made her a little uneasy and had some inexplicable expectations.
She said a lot, and she listened, word by word, and listened hard, but in her mind, in her heart, and even in her blood, that sentence seemed to be—
I will be your disciple.
She was a little nervous, but she didn't want that person to find herself nervous. How could a powerful god be nervous because of one more believer? It's so outrageous - so I can only try to get back to my senses and listen to what this person is saying.
She heard her say again, "I can't believe that you are so young, you're still a terrible god of misfortune."
"… "
After being locked for six hundred years, her soul was confused and her body shrunk, and now she looks like a powerless child.
No threat whatsoever.
"The dossier says that six hundred years ago you created a plague and cursed children..."
That person said a lot, all of which she did as a god of calamity.
But the good things she has done, the springs she irrigates the dry fields, the land she shelters, the patients she saves, the land she blessed.
Not a word was mentioned.
- God of woe?
she thinks.
Yes, she is a curse.
This person, who clearly knows the bad things she has done, knows that she is a god of calamity, and still wants to be her believer?
She's not... a bad person, only bad people can believe in the god of woe.
Is it just to comfort her? how can that be possible?
How could there be such a person?
She thought, even if it was comfort, she didn't want this person to believe in her.
"But I don't quite believe it." The man suddenly said in a shallow voice, "I am your believer, but I don't believe that you are the god of calamity as written in the book."
She was stunned again, and after a while, she said to herself, "You... don't believe it?"
She seemed to have forgotten her hoarse voice and completely incomprehensible language, and just murmured, "How can you not believe it?"
hundreds of years.
Everyone said she was wrong.
So, she cursed them, she opened the Ragnarok of the gods, made all the gods die, and she let the tyrant ascend to the throne to bring disaster to the world, she is the real god of disaster.
Therefore, for a long time, no one believed her another identity.
She slowly raised her head to look at her. She wanted to see this person clearly. After a long, long time, her eyes that had been dark and blurred for a long time finally became clear.
What caught my eye was a young girl wearing clogs with round toes and black hair tied up lazily. She looked at her with eyes as bright as stars.
The corners of her lips curved into a smile, and the curvature of her lips seemed to condense all the sunshine and tenderness in this world.
... a particularly nice smile.
"I heard that you are still the God of Fortune." The girl said, "The God of Misfortune will do bad things, but the God of Fortune will also do good things. The historians in this world always like to take things out of context. I'm used to it."
She said she was the god of good fortune.
But no one believed it.
She herself could hardly believe it.
"If no one believes that you are the God of Fortune, then be my God of Fortune." The girl saw her expression and said, "I will believe you."
"I teach you to speak human language, and you can tell me everything you did before."
"If no one remembers it, I will remember it for you."
"I'll always remember."
In fact, she couldn't hear what she said, but she felt that the smile was bright and dazzling, like a beam of light.
Shining into the depths of a murky, lonely soul.
It doesn't matter if you remember or not.
She... just suddenly wanted to stay by this person's side.
She had never met such a warm person before.
She wants to catch her.
- She also thought, like this person, smiling so good, so beautiful.
If you become a god of good fortune, you can.
"... I... haven't been a God of Fortune for a long time." She said at a loss, the pollution of the human soul to the divine soul did not stop, she suddenly panicked, and she was suddenly afraid that she would never change again. Pollution, can she still be this person's god of good fortune?
She used divine language to find an excuse that this person couldn't understand, "I can't do well, I..."
Weird, weird.
Obviously this person can't understand her, but when she looks into her eyes, she seems to be able to see her heart.
She couldn't go on, for the first time, stammered and agreed, "I..."
"Aren't you confident?" Xia Wushuang sat down and looked at her with her chin up. She blinked, "What are you afraid of, I won't blame you for messing it up anyway."
"You're just my god of good fortune now," she said, "just be an intern, tell me your story, and I'll create another cult... No, I'll make a pamphlet for people to see, after graduation, you will It will definitely be a blessing to many, many people, just like the one posted on the door."
System: "The door is the door god."
"... It's the God of Fortune. It will always be the God of Fortune in the future." Xia Wushuang ignored the system and said to the shrinking God of Misfortune, "You have to work hard to stick yourself to the door, you know?"
She nodded and quietly grabbed the corner of her clothes.
The darkness brought by the human soul dissipated, and the divine soul was pure and flawless. It seemed that she had become her original self again without knowing it.
…
Su Yu thought.
She is her own blessing, always has been.
If she's not there, she's a curse.
She was supposed to do evil and be a disaster.
Just because only she said to her, I will believe you.
So, only she can get her blessing and... love.
Su Chuan slowly touched the bone flute, and the somewhat excited soul slowly calmed down.
She put away the map, lowered her eyelashes, looked at Gu Peijiu and the others walking underneath, and laughed lightly.
"... Gu Peijiu."
She read the name softly, word by word, enchanting and cold.
"We meet again after a long absence, I should give you a big gift of course."
= =
As if to confirm what she was thinking, the next moment the soul of the soul transformed into a charming garment, the sky trembled! !
The entire mountain range is shaking, as if something is about to run out and harm everything! The strange bird was roaring, the unknown beast was roaring, Xia Ge stepped on the ground lightly, the ghost shadows were launched, and the next moment, the whole body flew out like an arrow!
For the first time, Xia Ge realized what it was like to walk through the clouds and tread the sky.
But the good times didn't last long.
At the beginning, Xia Ge still felt as light as a swallow, which was not cool. She could fall from one hill to another two kilometers away in a flash, and almost flashed an afterimage, but just as she was about to go outside when-
The body suddenly stopped moving.
Xia Ge: "???"
The next moment, when he turned around, Xia Ge himself experienced what is called joy and sorrow.
She was carried away by the soul!
The direction is unknown, the purpose is unknown, and it is not an exaggeration to take a step for ten miles.
"Hey hey hey... You can't play like this - aren't you fucking my clothes?!"
The cold wind's face hurt, Xia Ge was stunned and started to frantically tug at his sleeves, trying to take off his clothes.
"Where are you taking me? Hey! How can I take off this clothes! Little puppet help me—"
The system has nothing to do with him hanging up high, and he said in a deep voice: "The strength that does not belong to me often means that it is difficult to control."
Xia Ge was carried by the clothes, and for the first time felt hopeless and suffocating: "So what the hell are you talking about how to take it off?!"
System: "If Yimei is unwilling, you can't take it off."
After a pause, he added a heartfelt sentence: "After all, it is stronger than you."
"No, aren't you a fool?! This quest item! How can you be disobedient!" Xia Ge: "This is a forced sale! I want to complain!!"
The system agreed, but the tone was to watch the fun and not think it was a big deal: "Yeah, it's too much, it's too much, I'm sorry, the complaint channel was closed three years ago, I thought I told you."
Xia Ge: "..." No, it never existed.
Staggering and staggering, Xia Ge was led by Zhenhun to a mountain. After coming here, the control of the body was handed back.
Xia Ge, who fell several somersaults along the way, was blindsided and didn't know what to do.
Where is this? What did Zhenhun bring her here?
She looked around. It was still within the scope of the basin, but it was different from the time when she came from the River of Time. It was a wasteland and covered with gravel. The land here was covered with delicate grasses. , Fluffy and lush, looking far away, the first thing that catches the eye is the high cliff not far opposite, the cliff is extremely smooth, like someone who is holding a sharp sword straight down from the sky.
The scenery is pretty good.
For some reason, Xia Ge looked at the cliff and felt vaguely familiar. She looked at it carefully and thought about it for a while.
This is…
Here, it's a bit like the location of the frescoes on the ceiling of the ancestor's tomb...?
Xia Ge recalled laboriously. Three years later, the contents of the mural were somewhat unclear, but he vaguely remembered that it was a mountain top, and a woman who was suspected to be the ancestor of Lingxi once knelt in front of it and repented in tears.
The second mural shows her standing on the top of a mountain, playing the flute.
Although some can't remember, but that mountain seems to be this mountain.
For some reason, Xia Ge suddenly remembered when Zhenhun first met her, and told her that he was the "leader".
Could it be that... the so-called guide is to bring himself to the front of the mountain where the ancestor of Lingxi once knelt?
But what is the meaning? You can't bring yourself to visit, can you? Or does the mountain where the ancestors knelt ask her, the disciple, to kneel again? Not that badass, right?
After Xia Ge finished slandering, he began to look around and found that there were so many raised mountains in Evil Spirit Mountain, and only this one was a smooth cliff.
She couldn't help but start to think, Zhenhun claimed to be the guide, and she said before that someone tried to release the millions of evil spirits from the Evil Spirit Mountain, and then brought herself to this mountain.
Does this have anything to do with it?
Xia Ge walked towards the cliff while thinking about it, but before she took a few steps, she felt something was wrong.
Underfoot is soft and delicate grass, and in some places in front, the grass is crawling on the ground, and there are vague traces of being stepped on.
Xia Ge's footsteps stopped, staring at the footprint-like trace for a while.
Some people have outstanding feats, but occasionally they still need to tap the ground to take advantage of their strength to fly, unless the clothing charm on their body is good at flying, or there are other magic weapons that can fly.
This is not the palm print of a beast, it is more like a footprint left by something after a light effort.
—Someone wants to release the million evil spirits of Evil Spirit Mountain.
- I am your guide.
Well, the trace of the suspect has been found.
Xia Ge looked at the cliff mountain in front of her, the light in her hand flickered slightly, and the scythe returned to her hand, ready to be a little more cautious, and to find out, who knew that the moment she held the scythe, the cloud pattern on the cuff of Soul Soul was slightly The light lit up, and the next moment, dense cloud patterns instantly covered the surface of the sickle!
Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly, and an indescribable powerful feeling instantly irrigated his soul from the sickle. On the black sickle, snow-white cloud patterns lined up mysterious symbols, and a vaguely sharp breath emanated from the sickle. The terrifying power is deep and reserved, Xia Ge has a feeling that she is not holding a sickle, but a living god of death.
Controlling the life and death of the soul, standing on the highest point of life, despising everything... God.
It seems that with a single wave, you can borrow the power of the gods, split the icy mountains, set off a turbulent wave, make the stars move and the clouds turn over the rain.
System Mechanical Start Tips:
[Soul Requiem · Returning Together: Turn the host's weapon into a part of Yimei, so that it can rip through invisible ghosts while possessing a powerful weapon to attack demons.]
[This part of the power can be fully handed over to the host.]
Xia Ge then understood that this was the power of the soul.
"Thanks."
She understands very well that she has not been truly acknowledged by Zhenhun. What Zhenhun said at the beginning was just "help", and the relationship between her sister and Tian Zhuling was fundamentally different.
Xia Ge actually didn't know what the relationship between Senior Sister and Tian Zhuling was, but he vaguely felt that it was a close partnership, a kind of heart-to-heart relationship that didn't require words.
The relationship between Yimei and people has always been that the strong are the masters, and the weak are the vassals.
Generally speaking, she can't fight the soul, and will naturally be controlled by the soul, but because she has reached a "help agreement" before, she can coexist peacefully.
All in all... Zhenhun's attitude towards her is probably - although I "won't" control you, but I won't be controlled by you, I can give you some help when necessary, and it will also keep you from dying. Going to fight for you depends on your mood.
Cold agreement relationship.
"It's really impersonal." Xia Ge slandered silently in his heart, and he was still brooding about the breach of the default agreement of the soul to control himself to come to this place.
But the immediate priority is to see what's going on here.
And... why did someone come in, but the soul didn't block it?
Xia Ge couldn't help slandering again.
Bullying her is so awesome, why would she wilt when you block an intruder?
As soon as the thought came out, the scythe in his hand flickered, the cloud pattern on the blade disappeared, and the powerful power disappeared in an instant.
Xia Ge: "… "
Xia Ge: "???"
System Compassion's explanation: "In order to keep the same mind, once you put on the charm, it will know what you think."
Xia Ge: "… "
What kind of rubbish is a consonance, and the relationship between plastic sisters and flowers needs a shitty consonance? Isn't it good to be Party A and Party B well? !
Xia Ge tried to keep a reserved smile: "...Then why can't I know what it's thinking?"
The system is euphemistic: "Isn't its idea already expressed?"
Xia Ge glanced blankly at the bald black sickle that had nothing.
Oh, I see.
So it's probably trying to say-
Anyway, I will only bully you, then you can clean up and do it alone, daddy.
At such a critical time, can't we not give her an infighting! !
Xia Ge thought of the somersault that he was forced to bring over by Zhenhun before - he fell a somersault at a speed of ten miles in one step.
The soul is as pitted as the system, and the identification is complete.
Forget it, isn't it just to draw a tattoo on the sickle? Before, I didn't live as well as anything, who is rare.
Xia Ge pouted, holding the sickle, continued to observe the direction of the footprint, and then cautiously approached the cliff.
There was nothing on the stone wall at first, and it was extremely smooth. Xia Ge felt that it was strange. She tapped with a sickle, and she knocked out several pits on the smooth stone wall.
System: "...Do you want to engrave another visit here?"
Xia Ge said seriously: "It's really smart, it's a good idea."
system:"… "
Of course, Xia Ge didn't plan to make a trip here. She felt that there must be something strange on this stone wall. The man's footprints were in the direction of the stone wall. Naturally, he came here, and there was no sign of leaving. He couldn't have it. It just disappears so inexplicably, unless—
Unless there's something on the cliff that she didn't see.
It seemed to be responding to her witty speculation.
"Boom."
The sickle seemed to hit something different, dull, and the touch was a little subtle.
Xia Ge paused for a while, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly had an ominous premonition.
It turns out that her hunch was right.
"boom-"
The violent explosion caused a loud noise, and the terrifying heat created a billowing air current. There was no doubt that Xia Ge was blown away. The whole person rolled around in mid-air, and then landed steadily on the ground. kilometers away.
Aside from feeling the thermal blast of the explosion for a second at first, and then nothing, Xia Ge touched his face and looked at the ash on his hand. She raised her eyes and found that she was surrounded by complex cloud patterns. The cloud patterns were floating and twisting like a protective circle. The dark corners of the clothes were fluttering. Danger swallows the invisible.
That's why she was able to survive such a violent explosion.
Xia Ge: "...Thank you."
Of course, the soul will not answer.
But Xia Ge could vaguely feel that it seemed a little smug.
It was an indescribable mood, very subtle, two different souls, but held together by a strange bond.
You can't communicate with words, but you can talk with your heart.
Xia Ge, who was talking with emotion, put the arrogant and arrogant guide who she met at the beginning and the now somewhat proud Yi Mei into the seat with no expression.
In order to determine whether it is really "heart-to-heart", Xia Ge decided to experiment.
Xia Ge patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and the dust wiped off his face naturally patted on Zhenhun.
Yes, subtle, except for her face, the clothes on her body were really spotless.
It's almost like intentional.
She is really a stingy charm, what kind of revenge is to make her face gray, can you not be so cute.
"Thank you so much." Xia Ge said hypocritically, "Thank you very much."
I could feel that the "comfortable" mood became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Putting ashes on others, the stingy soul really got angry.
Feeling that emotion, Xia Ge thought silently, she really had a good heart.
Then quickly pretended to be stupid: "Ah, I forgot to have ashes on my hands!"
system:"… "
It is said that you have a good heart, you act for the blind to watch...
In a word, the girl of Xia Ge, who was extremely talented, walked back from the same place and fell three somersaults all the way, not to mention it.
Returning to the original place, the originally smooth cliff had been blasted with a large hole by the previous explosion, and the dust was flying, revealing the dark corridor inside.
Obviously, the blasted place is the corner of a corridor, not the main entrance of the passage.
What Xia Ge hit with the sickle before was the mechanism that exploded, not the mechanism that opened the door. It was powerful enough to be touched by Xia Ge, who was blasted thousands of meters away. If it wasn't for the soul-stirring addition, would she be able to do it? Survive, after surviving is missing an arm or a broken leg, it is really unknown.
Fortunately, she was blown away, not the mountain, but only a hole. Thinking about it, this mountain is really solid.
She was as strong as she fell peacefully.
Xia Ge stared at the tunnel with the hole torn open.
She vaguely felt the excitement of the soul.
… It seems to be right here.
Xia Ge clenched the sickle tightly and entered the corridor. Who would have guessed that he hadn't walked a few steps inside, and the next moment, the whole mountain began to vibrate!
The mountain was shaking violently, and Xia Ge could hardly stand up without holding onto the stone wall. At the same time, she clearly felt that Zhenhun's originally excited emotions suddenly became anxious!
Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly, what happened? !
Soon she knew what was going on.
howling.
Painful howls.
Xia Ge's hand holding the scythe, knuckles turned blue.
- This is a very familiar mourning, a long, long time ago, it used to make her life worse than death.
It was the howl of the devil!
outside!
= =
After Xia Ge pressed the wrong switch and was blown away.
On the corridor in the cliff, the red-clothed puppet arrived at the destination smartly. At the end of the corridor is a circular stone hall. The floor of the stone hall is engraved with a huge ancient gathering array. There is a small round stone table in the middle of the stone hall. The round table was engraved with a golden formation, and a red talisman that seemed to be soaked in blood spun quietly on it.
The ancient spirit gathering array absorbed the rolling aura from the mountains, and then poured it into the golden array on the round table. The golden array flickered, the requiem aura was emitted, and the red talisman spun, everything seemed to be stable.
The red puppet passed through the ancient spirit gathering array, came to the stone table, and reached out to touch the red talisman.
The bright golden light illuminated the puppet's face. The smooth puppet's cheeks seemed to have been graffitied by the master. The mouth laughed with a big, brilliant smile, but a pair of eyes were weeping.
It seems to be very happy, and it seems to be very sad, making people guess whether it is crying with joy or joy with sorrow.
The puppet stretched out the hand of the wooden knuckle, and the moment the fingertips touched the red spell, it stopped.
The fingertips of the wood could not feel the slightest temperature.
Far outside the Evil Spirit Mountain Basin, Su Tan, who was sitting on a high mountain peak, played the flute like an electric shock, and the flute stopped abruptly.
The flute stopped, and the movement of the puppet, which had lost its command, stopped, like a doll that had run out of clockwork, and remained motionless.
"… "
The sky is blue.
What the puppet's fingertips touch, there is that person's... heartache.
It was that person's hot, bouncing heart.
It was over and over again, entangled by her, and carefully treasured in the heart of the people's blood.
The corners of Su Tuan's lips curved slightly into a thin arc, and then the arc was slowly flattened.
But what about people?
She looked at the bone flute in her hand.
Bone Sorrow.
Bones… mourning.
There were several flaming black birds circling in the sky, approaching her, and after feeling uneasy, they quickly evacuated and searched for a new target again.
You see, beasts are so smart, they know she's not easy to mess with.
Why... why mess with her? After provoking it, you are... provoked to the end?
If you go away like this, what is it? Joke?
The next moment, the flaming black bird flying away in the air let out a shrill scream, and then the whole body burst open, and the blue sky exploded with scarlet blood mist, and the black feathers fluttered down, as if it were a part of the day. Brilliant blood-colored fireworks.
The red robe was like blood, Su Tang closed his eyes, hiding the last softness and unbearableness in his eyes, the flute sounded leisurely again, the tearful puppet's eyes changed, and the red talisman was suddenly torn apart!
"Ow—"
"woooooooo..."
"Quack quack—"
The blue sky became gloomy, and the evil spirits who had lifted the seal were like prisoners in a cage seeing the sun again, and they were very excited for a while!
They roared, cried, roared, angrily rushed out of the mountains that imprisoned them, rushed to the sky, and embraced freedom.
The people below panicked.
"Did you hear anything?"
"Someone... someone is crying!"
"Who's crying?!"
"… "
Su Chuan took away the grief of the bones, the blood-stained spring and autumn changed her body, she was dressed in black again, the outline of the girl's face changed slightly, and when she looked again, it was actually the appearance of Xia Ge!
"Xia Ge" twisted the red "Lovesickness", the thin red silk swayed in the wind, and a ruthless smile appeared in the girl's cat eyes.
She slowly tied "Lovesick" into her black hair, and in the roar of Wan Gui, Su Chuan murmured, "The show is about to begin."
are you ready?
Amidst the mountains and forests, Gu Peijiu's heart skipped a beat, a familiar aura spread out, her footsteps stopped, her face was expressionless, but there was a hint of unease in her eyes.
"What's the matter, Senior Sister?" Lu Qi saw Gu Peijiu stop and asked curiously, "Why did it stop? Is there any danger ahead?"
The cries were getting closer and closer, and Gu Peijiu knew that the evil spirits of Evil Spirit Mountain were starting to show their power.
There are more dangers ahead.
Gu Peijiu stopped, and many of the disciples who followed also stopped, looking at the backbone of the team uneasily, worrying about the possible unexpected situation ahead.
Gu Peijiu paused for a while, then shook his head and continued walking, "It's nothing."
Maybe an illusion.
Just for a moment, she felt... the aura of lovesickness.
But that kid has no reason to be here.
There is no... reason.
She clenched her hands slightly.
Do not come.
Ten million—
... After all, so afraid of ghosts.
will cry.
= =
The whole world seems to be surrounded by the cries of women, the strange laughter of men, and the cries of babies.
Xia Ge instinctively covered her ears! !
Like a moment, the rules governing something suddenly shattered, and all the unknowns rushed out!
"Ow—"
Xia Ge looked up and saw a golden light flickering in the depths of the corridor!
Without even thinking about it, she covered her ears and rushed over!
For a moment, she seemed to be in harmony with the soul, and she instinctively knew that the golden light at the end of the corridor was the key to everything!
"Roar-"
Just like the fungus and mushrooms growing on rotten wood, a ferocious head suddenly emerged from the stone wall. Then the neck, shoulders, pale arms, one by one, slowly pulled out from the stone wall!
"what!"
At first glance, Xia Ge was shocked, and fear instinctively rushed to his heart. The pain and suffering he had experienced were vivid in his mind, and now it seems that it will be repeated—
It's also because this evil ghost is too ferocious that it evokes Xia Ge's deepest dark memory!
The endless ordeal, the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing her body, the viciousness and despair experienced by the evil spirit in her lifetime, were repeated on her over and over again—
Xia Ge's body was stiff, she held the sickle, subconsciously, instinctively, took a small step back.
The soul of the body glowed slightly, and a peaceful breath overflowed, soothing her fears gently and meticulously.
Xia Ge's trembling hand slowly calmed down, she took a breath, and only then did she realize that this one seemed to be different from what she had seen before.
Most of the ghosts she has seen before are invisible ghosts, and when they pass through the body, they will make her suffer in her life, and the one in front of her—
It can be materialized! !
The evil ghost was still burrowing out of the corridor. Seeing Xia Ge retreating, his raised eyes rolled. Then he grinned, revealing sharp teeth. Following that terrifying face, he formed a hideous smile. .
Xia Ge, whose emotions were stabilized by the soul, froze, and he raised his knife and fell!
One hit!
So fast!
At the last moment, the evil ghost had completely drilled out of the stone wall, dodged the knife, it grinned, and its claws were torn at Xia Ge like the wind, and Xia Ge dodged sideways!
The gust of wind suddenly shadowed, and the figure was like electricity!
One person and one ghost started a light battle. Xia Ge was surprised to find that even with the soul of the soul, she couldn't get rid of this evil ghost!
The eyes suddenly turned into forest green beast pupils, but the naked eye could not see the shadow of the other party at all, and could not observe it at all!
This is the effort that took less than half a second to be stunned—
"his..."
The face of the devil is in front of you.
It has captured her speed and frequency, and keeps it at the same speed as her, like a cat playing a mouse, it has been facing her, and even showed a perverted and excited smile, with sharp teeth and black hideousness.
Xia Ge instinctively threw a sickle up!
The pitch-black mortal blade has no lethality.
The evil spirit sneered, his left hand blocked the knife, his right hand was like electricity, and pinched straight at Xia Ge's neck!
"Ah-"
"Ow—"
As soon as Xia Ge looked up, the sharp claws all over the air scratched three thin bloodstains on Xia Ge's neck, and at the moment when the sharp claws were about to penetrate into his throat, the dark "mortal blade" was covered with mysterious and delicate clouds. Wen, the restrained and serene aura erupted at the moment of encountering the evil ghost, and the blade instantly turned into a magic weapon that could annihilate everything, with only one knife!
Before the evil ghost could indulge in the wonderful taste of the sharp claws breaking his throat and the blood splashing, he was torn in half by the "mortal blade"!
The cloud pattern on the pitch-black sickle spread out and converged. The evil ghost seemed to think it was just an accident. Despite the severe pain, he still felt that the shattered body could be pieced together at any time. He also staggered away a few times.
However, it can only be so.
The evil ghost didn't feel proud for a long time, and found in a panic that his lower body began to slowly disappear.
Like weathered dust, and like a purified soul, the power flowed away, turning into a little bit of light, floating on the cloud pattern of the scythe.
It was a wonderful feeling, the whole sickle was slightly hot, Xia Ge could feel Moire panting, trembling, and very happy.
The power of the evil spirit is weakened again, and the power of the sickle is strengthened again.
"Ow—"
It panicked, roaring in unwillingness and fear, roaring, its body jumped up and down, and finally, it could only be powerless to meet death.
And its power was finally swallowed up by the soul-suppressing cloud pattern.
Xia Ge's beast pupil gradually returned to its original state, and under the reconnaissance technique, he also understood why this ghost was so powerful.
This is a six-hundred-year-old evil spirit, devouring the flesh and blood of an unknown number of people, so powerful that it materializes the soul, it is simply... mortal.
Xia Ge touched the three thin scratches on his neck, only to feel a dull pain.
She went to the system store and bought three Band-Aids to put on for herself. During the movement, the moiré pattern on the sickle gradually disappeared.
Xia Ge decided to be nice to Zhenhun.
After all, if it wasn't the last moment, she would have died.
For some reason, Xia Ge remembered what it said before.
- The weak have no right to speak.
It sounds a little uncomfortable, but…
She touched her neck again, and felt that this was true.
No wonder Zhenhun looked down on her. In front of the evil spirits who had been cultivated for hundreds of years, her ability was really not enough.
However, Xia Ge hadn't rested yet, and a few evil ghosts emerged from the stone wall rushing towards him!
Xia Ge sighed and picked up the sickle.
Killed all the way to the end.
There is nothing to see at the end. It is a round hall made of stone. There are three night pearls on the curved dome. The circular floor is outlined with the traces of the formation. There is a small table in the middle, and on the small table is a small golden Array, a bright red talisman paper is pasted in the middle of the array—
No, not one, but half.
Everything seemed normal except for half of the red talismans on the table and a red puppet slumped under the round table.
When Xia Ge saw the red talisman paper that was torn in half, and now only has half, she felt a calm mood in an instant.
Xia Ge pondered the sentence, "...So, the person who wanted to release the evil ghost succeeded?"
Zhenhun couldn't speak, and even if he could, he probably wouldn't be too lazy to let it answer Xia Ge's idiot's question in a bad mood.
Xia Ge carefully stepped on the formation on the ground and walked over. The puppet man in red was obviously a manipulative puppet—Shen Soul could easily feel the breath of soul and the taste of human beings, but there was no soul, a puppet manipulated by man. , it is obviously easy to blind its perception.
Xia Ge knew the initiator.
It is because I know it that I feel even more unbelievable.
Su tangled.
Su tangled, su tangled.
Xia Ge read this name, and for the first time felt that a person's name could be recited so many times by her, full of resentment.
So, she did it anyway, just like she saw her burn down the library in the river of time, and released the ghosts of Evil Spirit Mountain, Su Chuan, she really did it.
Xia Ge couldn't control the entanglements of her previous life, but she couldn't understand what kind of fucking feelings could pull everyone into the water like this.
Having just fought with those hundred-year-old evil spirits, Xia Ge was sure that he couldn't even hold on to a single move without his soul.
The cultivator is still like this, let alone the common people who are powerless?
Xia Ge picked up the red-clothed puppet on the ground and pinched the corners of its clothes, the phalanges were slightly pale.
The red robe was elegant, like a wedding robe. After Xia Ge lifted the puppet, he met its face.
Xia Ge was stunned.
The owner of the puppet seems to be scribbling casually, with a large curved smile on his mouth, but he has drawn a pair of weeping eyes.
Full of sadness.
Like an electric shock, Xia Ge let go.
Xia Ge was flustered for not knowing why.
System: "... That face is so strange, crying and laughing, crying with joy?"
— No, not crying with joy, but sadness.
For some reason, Xia Ge felt sad.
Eyes full of tears, but still want to laugh, smiling brightly.
She moved her lips, but in the end she didn't refute the system's words.
Because she couldn't think of Su Tang, who had successfully released millions of evil spirits, why would she draw this sad-eyed puppet.
The red-clothed puppet slammed to the ground, turned over, the clothes unintentionally opened, revealing the half of the talisman paper in his hand.
Only then did Xia Ge notice that the puppet's right hand was against his chest.
In his right hand, he was holding the half of the red talisman tightly, and the red talisman was attached to his chest, looking extremely precious.
like struggling.
It's like a love that never changes until death begins to be lost and don't know where to go.
She stood up, suddenly she didn't quite understand what was going on with her, she felt panicked, as if she had missed something important, and she felt angry and flustered at the same time.
The system is unclear: "...Why did you throw it away? Hurry up and pick up the red talisman. It may be useful to repair and repair it, and this puppet can also pack up selling points."
Xia Ge: "… "
Xia Ge went to get the talisman paper, but he couldn't get it out. He took it forcefully and was afraid of tearing it apart. In the end, he had to break the puppet's fingers one by one, and then took out the talisman paper.
System: "You are too rude, you can't get a good price like this..."
Xia Ge: "Shut up."
The five wooden fingers shattered on the ground. Xia Ge didn't care. She was a bit dabbling in the talisman paper, clumsily combined the two talisman papers into one, and put it back on the round table.
Just nothing happens.