Chapter 82

Ghost fog mountain top.

The junction of yin and Yang.

The blood moon came.

Yilin raised his head. In the sky, the sun only had a faint light.

The blood moon overhead completely occupied the sky.

At first glance, it seems that the blood moon is everywhere, and there is a sense of seeing the moon falling to the ground.

The transition between heaven and earth is nothing more than this.

"Shut up!"

The whisper in Yilin's ear was silent for a moment when Yilin drank violently, and continued to whisper madly.

The surrounding breath is cold, and the messy sea of flowers is no longer gorgeous and beautiful.

Looking down from the air, a huge palm print was deeply printed on the top of the mountain.

It was like a giant who slapped the skull and turned the flat head into a concave head.

It's still the one that hits very hard.

In the "palm pit", an old man with one arm curled up with three limbs and lay in the center.

"Eh? This posture is inexplicably familiar."

I can't remember for a while and a half.

It seems to be the death posture of a man named ya what tea.

I've seen it on TV.

Childhood enlightenment animation film.

Um... I forgot.

Yilin couldn't remember for a moment and a half, and he didn't think more.

He floated down slowly from mid air.

Stay next to Nie Xiu.

At the moment of landing, Yilin's body shook slightly.

His face was a little more pale.

Yilin's face was expressionless. He looked at Nie Xiu lying on his side.

Nie Xiu is not dead.

Yilin didn't kill him either.

Nie Xiu was like dead, motionless, with no God in his eyes, staring at the front indifferently.

If you carefully distinguish, Nie Xiu's pupil has no focus at all, as if he had lost his soul.

The "whisper" in Irene's ear, with a large consumption of psionic power value, acted more madly, as if to completely take away Irene's reason.

His mind was filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Is it too expensive..."

Yilin suddenly looked at the two graves, which seemed to be a passive place, and he knew it clearly in his heart.

Everything is hidden there.

That place is the root of all this.

The secret Nie Xiu wanted to protect.

"Anything else?"

Yilin ignored Nie Xiu and walked between the two graves.

Nie Xiu has given up resistance now. He doesn't look at Yi Lin, but buries his head and squeezes his hoarse voice out of Nie Xiu's mouth.

"Is this... A new Ghost hunting skill?"

Yilin didn't look back.

Keep going.

Until he came between the two tombs, he slowly replied, "just take it as it is."

"You... Cough..."

Nie Xiucai said a word and suddenly coughed violently.

Spit out a mouthful of black blood.

After a while, Nie Xiucai continued, "in the past ten years, countless ghost hunters have come to this mountain."

"Oh?"

While listening, Yilin took out Xiao's thirteen card ancient knife and used it as a shovel to dig up the soil.

Nie Xiu lay in the palm pit and trembled slightly about Yi Lin's action, but he didn't stop it.

Also... Unable to stop.

Yilin continues to dig, dig and dig.

Small mounds of earth soon piled up around.

Nie Xiu continued, "there are other ghost hunters like you... Finally found here."

"And die in your hands?"

Yilin asked unexpectedly.

“……”

Nie Xiu didn't admit it.

But I didn't deny it.

"Where's the body?"

"Push it down."

Nie Xiu's tone was calm, without joy or sorrow.

"Oh, and then became a ghost?"

“……”

Under Yilin's "shovel", the soil became harder and harder to dig.

Yilin was not in a hurry. He was digging and chatting with Nie Xiu.

But Yilin's expression seemed calm, but countless crazy thoughts gushed out of his heart.

As if there were countless crazy voices laughing, neighing, wailing and talking in his ears.

Yilin even couldn't tell which side he was on now.

The junction of yin and Yang.

Yang... Or yin?

It seems that under this shovel, there is a strange existence. With Yilin digging down, it becomes more and more turbulent and mysterious, choosing people to eat.

Yilin is suddenly glad that his will attribute is high enough and has a certain resistance to negative effects.

Otherwise, the mysterious things under the earth have not been dug out, and he may be tortured crazy by the crazy whisper.

Nie Xiu was more and more shocked.

In fact, he wanted to say that even if he didn't kill those ghost hunters, they would never dig out "that thing".

That's an ominous thing.

No one can resist that "ominous".

But Nie Xiu found that Yilin was digging like nobody else. He saw that the digging was deeper and deeper, and the mound of soil beside him was higher and higher.

"So can you bear it?"

Nie Xiu thought so.

"Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi, who are you?"

Yilin continued to ask.

"Tea... Is my daughter... Xiao Yi, my apprentice. They used to be ghost hunters."

"Is Xiaoyi your granddaughter?"

Yilin was curious about this.

"No..." Nie Xiu shook his head: "after people become ghosts, they will lose all their memories."

Oh——

Irene understood.

Suddenly——

Yilin made a move.

Stiff all over.

Nie Xiu laughed.

The complexion gradually turned blue.

His mouth opened slightly and gradually stretched out two slender tusks.

Even the turbid left eye was gradually covered with a layer of blood light.

"Boy, you're smart..."

"But you guessed one thing wrong..."

"My arm was not cut off by tea..."

"I am the one who cut off this arm!"

"If you don't cut off your arm, how can you resist the terrible 'Madness'..."

Nie Xiu knew that everyone would die here.

He just hopes that tea and Xiaoyi can successfully escape and leave this cursed land, even if it is

Live as a ghost!

Except Xiaoyi and tea, everyone... Has to die!

Everyone will be completely swallowed up by this mountain!

"Hey, hey..."

Nie Xiu smiled coldly. In the palm pit, his limbs and joints twisted, and he stood up slowly.

Those eyes, completely turned blood red.

Nie Xiu... Became a ghost!

The ghost beheader turns into a ghost after all!

"Lie back, old man."

Sniff——

A broken knife appeared silently and went straight through Nie Xiu's back.

After pan Zhengyi applied "ghost oil" on his left shoulder, he successfully stopped the blood and finally prevented the decline of HP.

In the twinkling of an eye, the legendary Ghost Hunter Nie Xiu, once famous, turned into black ash and sprinkled it on the top of the ghost fog mountain.

"Cut, is it grade D?"

Pan Zhengyi narrowed his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly.

To solve the old ghost hunter who has become a ghost, pan Zhengyi holds a knife and looks at the stiff back in front, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Just when pan Zhengyi hesitated.

A few seconds later, Yilin breathed a long sigh of relief.

With the fastest speed, stuff something into the storage space.

In an instant, all the whispers dissipated.

Yilin looked pale, but smiled and looked back: "now, it's your turn. Are you... Pan Zhengyi?"

"Yes and No."

Pan Zhengyi put away his knife.

"To make it easier to distinguish, call you Xiao pan?"

Pan Zhengyi drew slightly from the corner of his mouth: "

"Big pan?"

Yilin is still very confident about his taste in naming.

Pan Zhengyi twitched again.

"What about Xiaoyi?"

“……”

"Pan evil?"

“……”

"How clever?"

“……”

"Pan Xiaozheng?"

"OK, just pan Xiaozheng."

Pan Xiaozheng immediately said, for fear that the "naming waste" in front of him would say something hard to hear again.

……

……

Blood moon!

When Li Changge and Wen Manny returned to the village.

The village is in a mess.

Zhitian dance stood alone in the middle of the village.

She has a knife in her hand.

The long knife stands obliquely on the side of Zhitian's body.

Zhitian dance turned her back to them, like a female martial god on the battlefield. She was awe inspiring and inviolable all over.

The village is empty.

Silence.

Like... Dead village.