Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 79 Battle with Wu Ping

last night.

"Only one person can survive, and in exchange, he needs to do something for me."

As soon as this voice fell in their hearts, Wu Cheng immediately stopped crying and shouted to Wu Ping:
"Wu Ping, don't believe him!"

But Wu Ping seemed to be mute and didn't make any sound.

"Wu Ping!" Wu Cheng called his brother's name eagerly again.

"Brother...I don't want to die..."

"Please wake up! Even if you die, you can't be His puppet!"

Wu Cheng was so excited that the veins on his neck popped out. He shouted these words with almost all his strength, hoping to wake up this stupid brother.

At this moment, the tentacles let go and put them down. They fell to the ground and screamed in pain. The voice sounded in their hearts again at the same time:

"Decide as soon as possible, I only want one person."

Then eight tentacles surrounded the two people in a small space like a prison.

Wu Cheng looked at the dark red liquid on the tentacles, feeling desperate in his heart. Even when he was in his prime, he could only feel his own weakness when facing this evil spirit. The only options before him seemed to be death or becoming His puppet.

Wu Cheng's expression suddenly became extremely determined. This evil spirit, like a superior god, regarded their lives as belonging to him and threatened them with things that belonged to them. But how could he fulfill his wish?

Man and evil are incompatible. He, Wu Cheng, is an innate Taoist that is rare to see in a century, and is a figure who will definitely stand at the pinnacle of the righteous path in the future. Although he has done some wrong things, he will never cater to evil spirits just to survive.

Fortunately for him, his brother also knows the difference between right and wrong like him:
"Brother... let's not listen to him! He is deceiving us! Let's die together! We must not become his accomplices!"

The night was dark and foggy, and Wu Cheng couldn't see Wu Ping's expression clearly. He felt relieved that this was the second son of the Wu family, and this was his younger brother Wu Cheng. He nodded:
"Ok!"

"Brother, if there is another life... I will still be your younger brother..."

Wu Ping's voice was choked. Under the fluorescent light of the tentacles, a thin figure raised a sword with his backhand and stabbed into his chest without stopping. After a few twitches, he collapsed completely.

Blood splashed on Wu Cheng's face, and he felt the temperature of his brother's blood. Countless memories of growing up with Wu Ping emerged: he was favored by his parents and elders, and he turned them into an elder brother's favor for his younger brother equally. . He became famous at a young age, and his friends all flattered him. In his eyes, only sincere family love lasts forever.

Wu Cheng didn't hesitate anymore, he gathered the last bit of Xuan Qi and turned it into an ice pick, piercing his heart.

The gushing blood is like a flower, and is condensed by the extreme cold on the ice pick, turning it into a beautiful work of art.

The tentacles of the Dream-Eating Ghost were not retracted angrily by the two of them committing suicide. It still surrounded the two lying down.

Wu Ping endured the severe pain and pulled out the sword from his right chest. He raised himself up with difficulty and murmured to the Dream Eater:
"I am the one who lives...let me live...I will listen to you in everything."

A tentacle lifted Wu Cheng's body and threw him in front of Wu Ping.

"Your body can't accomplish what I want you to do. You have two choices." "Put your consciousness into his body. After the thing is done, your consciousness will return and you will still be yourself."

"Or eat him and you will become him forever."

Wu Ping looked at Wu Chengjunyi's face and made a decision almost immediately. Naturally, he has to take back the life that was taken away by his brother.

At this moment, this ruined house seemed to have become the darkest place in Izumo City. Every time Wu Ping swallowed a mouthful of fresh meat accompanied by retching, his body would undergo corresponding changes.

The Dream Eater watched all this indifferently. From beginning to end, he never used any dream-like abilities.

……

You Su's hands were shaking. He never thought that this clown, who he had never cared about, could be so cruel.

Through the diffuse white fog, You Su looked at Wu Ping's cheerful smile on Wu Cheng's face, and felt that it was the same for all blind people. They could see through the fog, but they could never see through the evil spirits in people's hearts.

"What exactly does He want you to do for Him?" You Su concentrated his sword power.

"It's very simple. It's just to create chaos and force you out. Unfortunately, I thought I was going to go on a killing spree. It's really disappointing." Wu Ping also took out his sword and held it in his hand to look at it, with a look of composure.

"Your words will not make me think you are scary, they will only make your death worse."

Before he finished speaking, the Mo Song Sword had swept away like a wild dragon, and the space it pierced seemed to be trapped in a vacuum, and a pillar of air suddenly appeared in the dense white mist.

Wu Ping's expression changed slightly. He channeled his Qi into the sword and felt even more grateful when he felt the feedback from the sword. If it weren't for this evil spirit, how could he have touched this fairy sword that his father spent a lot of money to forge for his brother?

The next moment, his sword was like a wild dragon. The two swords exchanged and made a deafening explosion!

Both of them were shaken away by the sword force. You Su was surprised by Wu Ping's swordsmanship. He originally thought that the civet cat was replaced by the prince. Even if Wu Ping used Wu Cheng's body, he would not be stronger than Wu Cheng. As a result, this weapon The sword that had been moving for a long time was actually blocked by Wu Pingsheng!
The mist was also slightly dispersed by the Xuan Qi flowing around the sword. You Su narrowed his eyes slightly, and he understood the source of Wu Ping's power.

A bloody octopus suddenly appeared on Wu Ping's body, just like the ones in the auspicious cave before. But this one is scarleter in color and feels more dangerous. Each tentacle is like an exoskeleton extending from Wu Ping's body, tightly connected to him through suction cups.

The spiritual platform in You Su's body opened, and Xuan Qi was running at full speed through his spiritual veins. He held the sword in one hand and started running wildly. This time he no longer pursued speed. Instead, the force of his sword became stronger with each step, causing the pavement beneath his feet to collapse!
His sword energy was like a rainbow, leaving a clean arc in the white mist.

Wu Ping did not dodge or avoid, but faced him straight forward. The aura in his sword was pitiful, far inferior to that of the Mo Song sword, but the evil spirit of flesh and blood gave him strong physical strength, once again cutting off You Su's sharp sword light.

However, You Su was not discouraged. The Yuanyang Sword Sutra was ever-changing. There were swordsmanships that pursued the power of one move, and naturally there were moves that were continuous like a wave.

Especially in such a narrow alley, the sword skills of opening and closing are not suitable. You Su kept dancing with his sword, and the endless sword moves turned into stunning sword light, pouring on Wu Ping.

Wu Ping was unable to catch the move in time, and the tentacle on the back of his left hand was cut off ruthlessly, which made him scream in pain. Wu Ping's eyes turned red, and he chose to take You Su's sword forcefully, blocking Mo Song's sword with his body and pushing it out with his palm.

This palm was insidious, and You Su couldn't avoid it. He was sent flying back by the palm, and his heels plowed two deep ravines on the road bricks.

A girl in an underskirt caught You Su's retreating figure. White mist dispersed around her, as if she was enveloped by black mist.

(End of this chapter)