At the peak of Haunted-mist Mountain.
At the intersection of Yin and Yang.
The blood moon descended.
Irin raised his head. At the horizon, there was only a faint ray of light left from the sun.
The blood moon above his head completely occupied the sky.
At first glance, it seemed that the blood moon was everywhere. There was a deja vu of the moon falling to the ground.
The intersection of heaven and earth was nothing more than this.
"Shut up!"
The whispers in Irin's ears fell silent for a moment the moment Irin roared. Then, they continued to whisper crazily.
The surrounding air was cold. The messy sea of flowers was no longer as gorgeous and beautiful as it was at the beginning.
Looking down from the sky, a huge palm print was deeply imprinted on the peak of the mountain.
It was as if a giant had slapped the skull of this "skull" and turned its flat head into a concave head.
It was the kind of slap that was very hard.
And in the "palm pit", a one-armed old man with three limbs curled up was lying in the middle.
"Eh? This posture is inexplicably familiar. "
He couldn't remember it for a while.
It seemed to be the posture of death of a person named Ya something tea.
He had seen it on TV.
It was a childhood enlightenment cartoon.
Well … he forgot.
Irin couldn't remember it for a while, so he didn't think about it anymore.
He slowly floated down from the sky.
He stopped beside Nie Xiu.
The moment he landed, Irin's body swayed slightly.
His face was a little paler.
Irin was expressionless. He looked at Nie Xiu, who was lying on his side.
Nie Xiu didn't die.
Irin didn't kill him.
Nie Xiu was motionless as if he was dead. His eyes were lifeless as he looked ahead indifferently.
If one looked carefully, Nie Xiu's pupils were not focused at all. It was as if he had lost his soul.
The whispers in Irin's ears became more frantic as the psionic energy value was consumed. It was as if they wanted to completely take away Irin's rationality.
His mind was filled with all kinds of crazy distracting thoughts. He couldn't calm down at all.
"Did I consume too much psionic energy …"
Irin suddenly looked at the place between the two tombs that seemed to be passively buried. He understood.
Everything was hidden there.
That place was the root of all this.
It was a secret that Nie Xiu wanted to protect no matter what.
"Anything else?"
Irin ignored Nie Xiu and walked between the two tombs.
Nie Xiu had already given up on resisting. He didn't even look at Irin. Instead, he lowered his head and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Is this … a new ghost-hunting technique?"
Irin did not turn around.
He continued to walk forward.
It wasn't until he arrived between the two tombs that he slowly replied, "Just take it that way."
"You … cough cough cough …"
Nie Xiu had only spoken one word when he suddenly coughed violently.
He spat out mouthfuls of black blood.
After a while, Nie Xiu continued, "Countless Ghost Hunters have come to this mountain in the past ten years."
"Oh?"
While listening, Irin took out Xiao Shisan's ancient saber and used it as a shovel to dig up the soil.
Nie Xiu, who was lying in the pit of Irin's palm, trembled slightly, but he didn't stop her.
And … they were powerless to stop it.
Irin continued to dig and dig.
Soon, small mounds of soil were piled up around them.
Nie Xiu continued, "There were also other Ghost Hunters, like you … who finally found this place."
"And then they all died in your hands?"
Irin was not surprised and asked in return.
"…"
Nie Xiu didn't admit it.
But he didn't deny it either.
"Where are the corpses?"
"They were pushed down."
Nie Xiu's tone was calm, without joy or sorrow.
"Oh, and then they became ghosts?"
"…"
Under Irin's "shovel", the soil gradually hardened and became harder to dig.
Irin was not in a hurry. He chatted with Nie Xiu while digging.
Irin's expression seemed calm, but in the depths of his heart, countless crazy and distracting thoughts were surging uncontrollably.
It was as if there were countless crazy voices laughing, screaming, crying, and murmuring in his ears.
Irin even couldn't tell which side he was on.
The boundary between Yin and Yang.
Yang … or Yin?
It was as if there was a strange existence under the shovel. As Irin dug deeper, it became more and more turbulent and mysterious, choosing to devour people.
Irin suddenly felt lucky that his willpower attribute was high enough and had a certain resistance to negative effects.
Otherwise, before the mysterious thing under the soil was dug out, he might have been tortured to the point of going crazy by the crazy whispers.
Nie Xiu was more and more shocked.
He actually wanted to say that even if he didn't kill those Ghost Hunters, they would never be able to dig out "that thing".
That was an ominous thing.
No one could resist that kind of "ominous".
But Nie Xiu found that Irin was digging as if nothing had happened. He was digging deeper and deeper, and the mounds of soil beside him were getting higher and higher.
"So tolerant?"
Nie Xiu thought so.
"Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi, how are they related to you?"
Irin continued to ask.
"Hongxiu … is my daughter … Xiaoyi, my disciple. They used to be Ghost Hunters too. "
"Xiaoyi is your granddaughter?"
Irin was a little curious about this.
"No …" Nie Xiu shook his head. "When people become ghosts, they will lose all their memories."
Oh —
Irin roughly understood.
Suddenly —
Irin paused.
His whole body stiffened.
Nie Xiu, however, laughed.
His face gradually turned green.
His slightly opened mouth gradually revealed two slender fangs.
Even his turbid left eye was gradually suffused with a layer of bloody light.
"Kid, you are very smart …"
"But you guessed wrong about one thing …"
"My arm was not cut off by Hongxiu …"
"The person who cut off this arm was me!"
"If I didn't cut off my arm, how could I resist that terrifying 'madness' …"
Nie Xiu knew that everyone would die here.
He only hoped that Hong Xiu and Xiao Yi would be able to successfully transcend and leave this cursed land as he had planned. Even if it meant …
They had to live as "ghosts"!
Except for Xiaoyi and Hongxiu, everyone … had to die!
Everyone would be completely swallowed by this mountain!
"Hehehe …"
Nie Xiu smiled coldly. In the palm pit, the joints of his limbs twisted and he slowly stood up.
His eyes had completely turned blood red.
Nie Xiu … had become a ghost!
The Ghost Slayer had finally turned into a ghost!
"Lie back down, old man."
Chi —
A broken sword appeared silently and directly pierced through Nie Xiu's back.
After Pan Zhengyi smeared "ghost oil" on his left shoulder, he successfully stopped the bleeding and finally stopped the loss of his life points.
In the blink of an eye, the once famous legendary Ghost Hunter Nie Xiu turned into black ashes and scattered on the peak of Haunted-mist Mountain.
"Tsk, only Level D."
Pan Zhengyi narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
After dealing with the old Ghost Hunter who had turned into a ghost, Pan Zhengyi raised his sword and looked at the stiff back in front of him. His eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
Just as Pan Zhengyi was hesitating.
A few seconds later, Irin let out a long sigh of relief.
With the fastest speed, he stuffed something into the storage space.
In an instant, all the whispers disappeared without a trace.
Irin's face was pale, but he turned around with a smile. "Now, it's your turn. You … are Pan Zhengyi? "
"Yes and no."
Pan Zhengyi put away his sword.
"To make it easier to distinguish, I'll call you Little Pan?"
The corners of Pan Zhengyi's mouth twitched slightly. "…"
"Big Pan?"
Irin was very confident in his taste in naming.
The corners of Pan Zhengyi's eyes twitched again.
"What about Little Yiyi?"
"…"
"Pan Evil?"
"…"
"Big Smart?"
"…"
"Pan Xiaozheng?"
"Okay, Pan Xiaozheng it is."
Pan Xiaozheng immediately said, afraid that this "bad at naming" in front of him would say something unpleasant again.
…
…
The blood moon descended!
When Li Changge and Wen Manni returned to the village.
The village was already in a mess.
Oda Wu stood alone in the middle of the village.
She had a sword in her hand.
The long sword was slanted beside Oda Wu.
Oda Wu's back was facing the two, like a goddess of war on the battlefield, exuding an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura.
The village was empty.
Silence reigned.
Like … a dead village.
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