God after all

Chapter 212 The Boy in Black at the House of Everything

The flash appeared in the center of thick gray smoke, and the phenomenon of flying around at a high speed made the girl who was staring in that direction think that it was an eruption of thunder and lightning.

Somewhere in the cemetery, the violent airflow poured into the cemetery from the southeast and northwest, and that was the place where the girl landed.

She was forced to bear the blows of a wind that she had never encountered before, and she staggered back a few steps under the push of the wind, and could only hold a tombstone with her bare hands to stabilize her body.

She was caught between a rock and a hard place, feeling insurmountable obstacles besieging her on all sides.

The wind abused her like a demon, swept away her black robe, and attacked her frail body recklessly.

"Carui!..."

Her shouts wafted across the endless stone monuments.

In this cemetery where the flowers of death are flying, loneliness echoes her hollow cry.

Trembling, the flying magic carpet hugged the tombstone that the girl was holding with its two corners, avoiding the pitiful end of being blown away by the wind.

The chaotic sounds from the underground undead resounded through the wilderness cemetery, making the girl feel like her head would explode.

"Where are you? Karui!"

Her call became weak, and despair began to emerge in her eyes that showed firm emotions.

The cold wind made her feel chilly all over, and she tried hard to restrain the urge to cry.

The Flying Magic Carpet released a horn, grabbed the girl's sleeve and tugged at it. After successfully attracting her attention, he pointed to a place in the east with the horn.

"Is it there?"

Jessie Bell was overjoyed, and was sure that the flying carpet had found Karui's location.

Flying Carpet made two nodding gestures with its body very cutely.

The wind just rolled a wooden stick that came from nowhere and blew it in front of the girl.

Like the timely help brought by the god of luck, the girl quickly grasped the wooden stick and used it as a crutch to move forward slowly.

She cries to the wild cemetery where the white flowers are swaying desolately:
"Karui, I'm here to save you! If you can hear me, please answer me."

The throats of the underground undead who were called by their names almost broke their throats, and the response of "I am here" was drowned out by countless ghosts and laughs around them.

Probably only the flying carpet with its own magic power can recognize Karui's voice.

Jessie Bell walked forward with difficulty along the direction guided by the flying carpet.

The wind was so strong that she could hardly keep her eyes open.

The flying carpet led her around, pinpointing Karui's exact location.

Until approaching a tomb, the wind died down in a strange way she could feel.

She turned her head curiously and looked at the gray smoke cloud behind her. She was surprised to find that a thick and dense hazy gas had faded at some point, and a lonely black figure appeared a hundred meters away.

At this time, the fog cloud has descended at a low level to the distance of contact with the ground.

A figure whose robes were tossed in the wind came from the gray and dim colors.

"Do you know why I don't want to fight with you? Boy!"

The voice of the tomb guard spirit god came faintly from the depths of the mist.

He, who never showed his true face of Mount Lushan, was hidden in it and merged with the misty smoke.

"After seeing your face, the blood in my body froze."

The boy in black with a long sword on his back didn't look back and didn't stop.

The silver mask he wore on his face was smashed by the opponent with the wind blade during the battle, revealing his true face.

The tomb guard spirit god stopped the storm attack at that moment.

Seeing him walking silently, Jie Xibeier stared blankly.

In the gloomy world where the dark night is coming, the young man's beauty surpasses everything in the world, and all the scenes of the world and everything in the world are not as good as seeing him.

"You really look like...that lord!"

There was an inexplicable sense of sadness in this mumbling voice.

The ancient tomb guard spirit god did not directly say that the lord was the Black Lord.

Does the boy with a shocking and peerless appearance know the answer?

He stopped beside Jessie Bell, and the wind that slowed down the turbulent momentum blew his long black hair.

The image of the robe fluttering around him is beautiful and desolate.

The girl quietly looked at him in a daze.

"What's your name?"

"Lengji." The young man bluntly responded to the question of the spirit god of the tomb guard.

"It's really like a name that doesn't belong to this world."

After saying this with a sigh, Lingshen then asked, "Where are you from?"

"House of Everything"

Leng Ji approached the tomb where Karuy was. After observing the wordless stele and the slightly raised ground, he said without raising his head, "Can you help me dig the grave?"

"of course can."

Jie Xibeier was dumbfounded by the abnormal attitude of the tomb guard spirit god.

The undead couldn't believe that this usually grumpy guy would be so obedient.

"What did the boy do to him!?"

"Did he subdue him by force, or by beauty?"

"I think it's beautiful. Didn't Lingshen say that the blood is frozen? It's really bad."

"Who is that adult? The boy looks like that adult?"

Several wordless steles exploded at the same time, representing the wrath of the tomb guard spirit god.

Countless chattering ghosts obediently shut up.

The cemetery is rarely clean.

"Jessie Bell, I'm very touched that you came to find me."

Karui spoke from the bottom of his heart.

With a long-lost smile on the girl's face, she knelt down on the spot and took out the luggage bag hanging on her body, which contained a small and light shovel for digging.

Before she could make a move, the soil split open automatically, and a square black iron box emerged from the ground.It was the tomb guardian spirit god who helped dig the soil.

Leng Ji raised his hand to stop the girl who was about to open the lid, and said indifferently, "Back away."

The girl was very obedient and took a few steps back to make room for him.

"Give me the bottle."

With his left hand, he took what Jessie Bell handed over,
The right hand stretched to the back and drew out the long sword, the hand holding the sword hilt raised, and pierced the iron box from top to bottom.

The hard and solid black iron object is as fragile as thin paper when pierced by a sharp blade.

There are strands of black air, mixed with a bad smell, winding up the sword body and spreading into the air.

Karui in the iron box turned pale with fright, thinking that the sudden sword could reach the corner, otherwise he would be finished.

He was still in shock, and noticed that the blade of the sword was shining with a brilliant white light enough to cover the black box.

Leng Ji squatted down and opened the lid of the box, indifferent to the unbearable stench, and poured all the blue liquid in the glass bottle on the black steaming head.

Karui was instantly purified and became radiant.

"Your purpose of coming here has been fulfilled, leave here now."

The spirit guarding the tomb mercilessly issued an order to expel the guests.

Jie Xibeier picked up the head in the black box and bowed deeply in the direction of the stone house, "Thank you, Lord Lingshen, for your mercy!"

"You're welcome. You brought a very powerful character here."

The girl looked at the boy in black with a look of pride and admiration as to who was the most powerful character.

"He is from the House of Everything. After learning the news of Karui's death, I cried and ran there to ask for help. He was the one who received me and said he could help me without asking for anything in return."

When the girl said this, her innocent big deer-like eyes filled with tears—it was because she was touched by the help.

"Thank you! Without your help, Jessie Bell might still be hiding at home and crying."

The head cast a grateful look at the boy in black.

"You have a good neighbor."

The cold and silent people are already standing on the flying carpet suspended at low altitude.

At this time, if a gentleman extended his hand to the girl politely, this action would add a bit of masculinity to him as a man.

But unfortunately, this kind of useless gentleness is not his style.

With her head in her arms, Jessie Bell sat on the flying carpet in an unladylike climbing posture.

(End of this chapter)