Chapter 297

Infinite city.

This is the base of ghost dance.

In this strange space, where you can't see the edge in any direction, as if it were stacked disorderly by countless rooms, there are books.

It's a medical book.

Of course, there is no valuable information in the book.

He just wants to pass the time.

Suddenly, the fingers of the non miserable machine turning the pages trembled:

"Huh?"

He looked up.

At the top of Infinite City, there are twelve huge wooden plaques with the names of twelve ghost months engraved on them, which can show their current state.

Click——

The wooden plaque with "pheasant bird flower" suddenly broke.

The fragments fluttered and fell to the bottom of the seemingly infinite city, and soon disappeared.

The fourth of the lower chord falls.

No pain first had no expression, then his eyes narrowed, and his teeth crunched.

"How did the ghost moon die again?

"A bunch of waste!"

In fact, throughout the history of thousands of years, the twelve ghost months he created have been rotated for more than 10 generations.

The first quarter ghost moon is very powerful. It often kills column level swordsmen. It is a relatively reliable right-hand assistant.

But the bottom chord is different.

They are often easily chopped by the column.

"How much effort have I made to cultivate this generation's last string? In order to prevent them from being easily killed by the column, the result is

"As always useless."

It's definitely not good news that twelve ghost months were killed.

For all ghosts, it is a psychological blow.

After a short period of anger, wumiserable calmed down.

He lowered his black manners:

"It seems suspicious.

"The strength of the last chord of this session is much higher than before. If you want to kill pheasant Quehua safely, you need to send two columns. Who will be the two?"

Just when there was no tragic doubt, an image suddenly came into his mind.

"Oh?

"Was it recorded by pheasant Quehua before he died?"

No tragedy, call up this picture.

But he was soon stunned.

Well, what's this passed on to me?

The picture is extremely blurred. Only a swordsman can be seen walking towards the pheasant and bird China. The sun wheel knife emits gorgeous red light, which is very amazing.

But no matter how you zoom in, you can't see your face clearly.

It is completely 120P high paste image quality.

"It's useless waste.

"Even the simplest images can't be recorded well."

But that said, the amount of information contained in the picture is still huge.

A lot of information can be read in a tragic moment:

First, the swordsman uses the lost breath of the sun.

Because only the breath of the sun can make the sun wheel knife show bright blood red.

His attack contains sunlight.

The gorgeous color halo can't be achieved only by breathing.

To sum up

He frowned:

"The breath of the sun, swordsman, is it you?

"It seems that weaving didn't kill you."

Hum——

I will never let you become the second successor.

Books without tragedy:

"It seems necessary to summon all the last quarter ghost months.

"Tell them how to work for me."

......

A day later.

Five lower chord ghosts gather in the hall in the center of infinite city.

At this time, they were a little flustered.

The sixth chord asked nervously:

"What's the matter with your excellency calling us?"

Generally speaking, ghost dance is not miserable. Only when something bad happens will they call their subordinates to a meeting.

The lower chord one, that is, "weaving" wrinkled the lower eyebrow:

"Strange.

"Why didn't you see pheasant Quehua? How dare she be late for such an important occasion?"

The other ghost moons looked at each other.

They usually go their own way and dominate one side. They don't know much about each other, so they haven't heard of the death of pheasant Quehua until now.

Gulu~

Lower chord six swallowed his saliva:

"No.

"Pheasant Quehua won't... Be killed by those ghost killing team?"

The ghosts immediately quieted down.

There was an ominous premonition in their hearts at the same time.

Because wumiserable once did a wonderful thing:

There was a man who was once killed by Zhu. He was very angry. He thought that all the ghost months were waste, and then he took the initiative to kill all the last strings.

It's confusing.

So far, all ghosts are very puzzling.

Finally, it can only be concluded that:

As the ancestor of ghosts who have lived for thousands of years, adults without tragedy have unique brain circuits, which are different from all normal ghosts and normal people.

He is so moody and strange.

The lower chord trembles:

"You said

"If pheasant Quehua is really dead, will adults kill us all in anger like before?"

Fear appeared on the faces of all ghosts.

In the eyes of others, they are noble twelve ghost months.

But only they know:

In the face of ghost dance without tragedy, their strength is not even P.

Without tragedy, gently moving his fingers can permanently erase all the last quarter ghost months from the world. His strength is difficult to measure by common sense.

"Oh?"

A melodious and calm male voice fell from above:

"As my humble servant

"Do you dare to guess my mind now?"

Five ghost months quickly raised their heads and saw a handsome man in bathrobe looking down on them.

It's a ghost dance!

Poop——

A strong sense of oppression came and forced them all to kneel to the ground.

No slow opening:

"Pheasant bird Hua is dead.

"Died in the hands of the swordsman of the ghost killing team."

All the ghost moon sweat immediately flowed down like a waterfall. It was obvious that wumiserable was very disappointed in pheasant Quehua. This disappointment was bound to affect them.

The six faces of the lower chord are pale:

I'm sorry. My Lord must think we're useless. We need to be cleaned up.

But

We are the victims!

Without misery, he lowered his head and spoke out his thoughts directly:

"You think you're a victim?

"I train you

"Didn't you die for me, and you would have such a timid idea."

The hands and feet of the lower chord six suddenly became cold.

The weaver shook his head.

As the head of the bottom chord, she knows nothing about the tragic temper.

Wumiserable can see through the heart of all ghosts, so you can't think nonsense when talking with him, otherwise once you have any ideas that don't accord with his mind

The end can only be destroyed.

Even twelve ghost months are no exception.

She closed her eyes.

Old six, I can't go back alive today

"Hum ~"

No tragedy, just a cold hum, immediately looked away, did not seem to mean to investigate.

Hey?

The ghost moons immediately opened their eyes:

When did adults become so kind?

After being silent for a while, wumiserable spoke slowly:

"After pheasant Quehua was killed, I thought briefly.

"The last quarter ghost month is really useless waste.

"Of course, I won't kill you this time, because even if it's waste, I want to transform it, it can barely play some role..."

Ghost moon suddenly got goose bumps.

The foreboding grew stronger and stronger.

"Weave."

Zhi quickly responded: "yes."

Wu smiled miserably and said lightly:

"With your blood ghost skill, take yourself and these wastes

"Sew it together."