I really don't want to be a disaster

"Sing Song~"

"Nini!"

"what!"

Wen Manni's face was flushed and her legs were together.

There was also a trace of confusion in Li Changge's eyes.

The two got closer.

Sudden--

There was a sudden tremor on the ground!

boom!

In the distance, there was a loud bang!

From... Guiwu Mountain!

With this shock, the two of them sitting on the ground shivered.

Wen Manni stood up like a deer who had been knocked out, and hurriedly sorted out her clothes.

"Uh... the weather is fine today..."

Li Changge touched his head and said this embarrassingly.

"Ah! No, song, it's getting dark!"

It seemed that Li Changge noticed that the thick fog around him had been dyed bloody at some point.

in front of...

A blood red.

"Go back to the village!"

Li Changge's eyes narrowed, but a trace of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes.

He hurriedly shoved the saber on the ground into Wen Manni's hand.

The two rushed towards the village in a panic.

Chapter 82 The Ghost Killer Finally Becomes a Ghost

Ghost Mist Mountain.

The yin and yang boundary.

The blood moon is coming.

Yi Rin raised her head, and there was only a faint light of the sun in the sky.

The blood moon above his head completely occupied the sky.

At first glance, it seems that the blood moon is all over the eyes, and there is a sense of sight of the moon falling to the ground.

The handover of heaven and earth is nothing but that.

"To shut up!"

The whispering in Yi Rin's ear was silent for a moment at the moment Yi Rin gave out a violent drink, and then continued to murmur frantically.

The surrounding atmosphere is icy cold, and the messy sea of ​​flowers is no longer as gorgeous as it was at the beginning.

Looking down from the sky, a huge palm print was deeply imprinted on the top of this mountain.

It's like there is a giant who slaps the head of this "skull", turning the flat head into a concave head.

Or the kind that slaps so hard.

And in the "slap pit", a one-armed old man, with three limbs curled up, was lying in the center.

"Huh? This pose is somehow familiar."

I can't remember for a while.

Seems to be the death pose of a man named Ya Whatcha.

seen on TV.

Childhood enlightenment anime.

Hmm...forgot.

Yi Rin couldn't remember for a while, and didn't think about it any more.

He floated and landed slowly from mid-air.

Stop by Nie Xiu.

At the moment of landing, Yi Rin's body swayed slightly.

His face became a little paler.

Yi Rin was expressionless as he looked at Nie Xiu, who was lying on his side.

Nie Xiu is not dead.

Irene didn't give a damn.

Nie Xiu, however, seemed to be dead, motionless, staring blankly ahead.

If you look carefully, Nie Xiu's pupils have no focus at all, as if he has lost his soul.

The "whisper" in Yi Rin's ear, as the psionic energy was consumed in large quantities, moved more frantically, as if to completely take away Yi Rin's sanity.

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

"Is it too much consumption..."

Yi Rin suddenly looked at the two tombs, which seemed to pass through the earth, and knew it in her heart.

Everything is hidden there.

That place is the root of it all.

The secret that Nie Xiu desperately wanted to protect.

"Anything else to say?"

Yi Rin ignored Nie Xiu and walked between the two graves.

Nie Xiu had given up his resistance now, and he had no hope of facing Yi Rin. He just buried his head and squeezed a hoarse voice out of Nie Xiu's mouth.

"You... is this a new ghost hunting technique?"

Irene didn't look back.

Keep going.

It wasn't until he came between the two tombs that he replied slowly, "You just think it is."

"You...cough...cough..."

Nie Xiu just said a word, and suddenly coughed violently.

He spat out mouthfuls 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, Yi Rin took out the Xiao Shisan brand ancient saber, used it as a shovel, and dug up the soil one by one.

Nie Xiu shivered slightly while lying in the slap pit at Yi Rin's action, but he didn't stop it.

Also... powerless to stop.

Irin continued to plan, plan and plan.

Small mounds soon piled up around.

Nie Xiu continued: "There are other ghost hunters, like you... and finally found this place."

"And then died at your hands?"

Irene was not surprised and asked back.

"..."

Nie Xiu did not admit it.

But did not deny it.

"Where's the corpse?"

"Push it down."

Nie Xiu's tone was calm, neither happy nor sad.

"Oh, and then turned into a ghost?"

"..."

Under Yilin's "shovel", the soil gradually hardened, making it harder to dig.

Yi Rin was not in a hurry, chatting with Nie Xiu while digging.

It's just that Yi Rin's expression seemed calm, but in the depths of his heart, countless crazy distracting thoughts poured out uncontrollably.

There seemed to be countless crazy voices, laughing wildly, neighing, crying, and babbling in his ears.

Yi Rin couldn't even tell the difference, she was on that side now.

The yin and yang boundary.

Yang... or Yin?

It seems that there is a strange existence under this shovel. As Yi Rin digs down, it becomes more and more surging and mysterious, and chooses people to devour.

Yi Rin was suddenly very fortunate that her willpower attribute was high enough to be resistant to negative effects.

Otherwise, before the mysterious things in the soil were dug up, he might have been tortured mad by the crazy whispers.

Nie Xiu was even 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 "something like that".

That is ominous.

No one can resist that "ominous".

But Nie Xiu discovered that Yi Rin was digging like no one else, digging shovel after shovel.

"So can you bear it?"

Nie Xiu thought so.

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

Irene continued to ask.

"Hongxiu...it's my daughter...Xiaoyi, my apprentice. They used to be ghost hunters too."

"Is Xiaoyi your granddaughter?"

Irene was a little curious about this.

"No..." Nie Xiu shook his head: "When a person turns into a ghost, he will lose all his memories."

Oh--

Irina understood.

Sudden--

Irene made a move.

Stiff.

Nie Xiu laughed.

The complexion gradually turned blue.