It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

It's not Liu Shengshuangyue, who lacks his brother's meticulous daily beating.

She is hard to get used to.

Being able to hold back nausea is already quite a strong psychological quality. In the past, in order to exercise courage, I could only kill chickens or get rid of a few evil spirits.

But evil spirits are inherently dead, and killing them is also eliminating harm for the people.

But it was different in front of her eyes, she had exactly the feeling left by the beheading, which made her feel very tired, and it was a kind of exhaustion for her spirit.

She really wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but the sudden applause made her tense up again.

She vaguely saw a figure.

Unlike the evil spirit, it was a young man wearing a kimono and clogs on his feet.

The skin is fair, the eyes are dark red, and it seems to have canine teeth, but the fangs are not exposed, which is as ferocious as an ogre.

He looks like a human being, but has too many inhuman features.

"That's right, it's very exciting. I didn't expect to meet a heroic spirit just on a whim..." The ghost boy clapped his hands and spoke with a smile.

"Knowing that I am a heroic spirit, you still dare to appear, aren't you afraid of death?" Jinguji Saki decisively bluffed.

"Hahaha, if it's a full-grown heroic spirit, I will never show up, but you..." The young man grinned, "You haven't fully awakened yet, the too raw breath overflows from your soul. Standing posture, hesitation when swinging the knife, and that breath of fear that can't go away... without exception, it proves that you are still a fledgling half-baby."

Jinguji Saki sneered: "What the hell are you guys!"

"Ghost." The boy replied, "It doesn't matter if you call it any other way."

"Why did you attack us..."

"Does a lion need a reason for attacking an antelope?"

"Lions are not as prolific as you."

"That's true. Ordinary ghosts are mostly ignorant. They only know how to kill and devour. It doesn't make sense to talk to them."

"You mean you're different?"

"Of course, I can speak human language, which is enough to prove that my wisdom is not weaker than yours, and I am far superior in strength." The young man said lightly: "We have been sealed for a long time, and our people are hungry and need a lot of food. Just to add, that's all."

Between species, up and down the food chain, there is no reason to say.

"I probably understand." Jinguji asked calmly: "If I kill you, everything will be over."

The ghost boy just smiled and asked, "Can you do it?"

Jinguji Saki pretended to be calm, and immediately rushed forward, kicking up a head, which flew towards the ghost boy like a ball.

The boy raised his right hand and held it flat in front of him. With a wave of his sleeve, his head was thrown to the sides like tofu that had been cut open.

The priestess walked briskly, kicking things out to cover her sight, and picked up the weapon stuck on the corpse.

Cherry blossoms are falling on the blowing snow.

She swung the knife to look at the young man, and lost his trace in the blink of an eye. She struck, but it was only an afterimage. The cherry blossoms swayed on the ground, and the courtyard wall ten meters away was split in two, and the deadly murderous intent came from Attacking from behind, Jinguji felt a pain in her back, as if she had been hit by a car on her back. She didn't know what happened, but the burning pain in her back meant that she was injured and bleeding.

The combat uniform she wears can defend against most of the slashing damage, but under the hands of this ghost boy, it is very fragile, and it is easily torn, leaving a tear wound that resembles the claws of an ancient dinosaur. Scratch marks left on the container.

Jinguji Saki held back the pain, but the pain made her clear-headed. She realized that she should not swing the knife indiscriminately, and confronted the opponent carefully with the knife, but she made another mistake.

There was a sudden roar, and the earth walls on the left and right were suddenly overthrown. With the splash of bricks, stones and dust, the strong ogre ghosts rushed to her left and right, forming corners in the blink of an eye.

Jinguji had to swing the knife again, and the killing cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Around her, the two ogres were torn apart, but there were always gaps and flaws in the movement of the knife. , stabbing at her lower abdomen.

Jingu Sisaki retreated again and again, this retired equipment from Jin Yiwei saved her life again, the puncture wound was less than two centimeters, without this protective clothing, half of her waist would be gone.

"Despicable..." the witch scolded through gritted teeth.

"Use whatever means you can." The ghost boy showed his white teeth.

He snapped his fingers, and a large number of ghosts sprang up from the surrounding villages again, and unlike the green ghosts before, these ghosts all looked strange and different.

"The more ghosts eat people, the more or less there will be some changes. Some are faster and some are stronger. These are the personal guards I collected. They were originally prepared to deal with some ghost slayers. You can try it on yourself now."

He stood in the center of the evil spirits, surrounded, like a king standing in the center of his army.

In contrast, Jinguji Saki was alone.

She couldn't even retreat, because the shrine was not far behind, and she didn't dare to look back, for fear that the other party would use hostage-taking methods.

The boy snapped his fingers: "Don't give her a chance to breathe!"

A naga-like evil spirit rushed forward. It had four arms, and its lower body was like a lizard. It crawled on the ground and rushed over. It randomly grabbed two logs used to support the house as weapons, and laid them on the ground. waving, setting off gusts of damp wind.

A mutated evil ghost on the right is covered in scales, like a huge crocodile with strong limbs.

The two evil spirits came to kill like this, bloody and bloody, extremely dangerous.

Jinguji Saki even had an illusion. She still remembered that she had seen a recent special shot. The giants in it were to deal with these other monsters, but even the ugliest monsters were better than these man-eating monsters. Ghosts are ten thousand times cuter.

She was short and dodged several consecutive onslaughts. During the battle with Liu Shengshuangyue, she was used to being on the defensive side, which gave her more experience in dodging and defending. , Slashing upwards, cutting open the devil's abdomen, her knife obviously cut the opponent's abdomen, and at the same time, a lot of chewed white bones flew out of the stomach.

The snake body demon that had been severely injured did not disappear immediately, its tail wrapped around her waist, and the violent force almost broke her waist, Jinguji's eyes suddenly turned bright red, and the force made her blood rush to her head, like If she squeezed the mineral water bottle, the water would flow up to the top, and the blood in her eyes would blur her vision. She could hardly judge the attack trajectory around her.

The strong wind from the right made her defend subconsciously, the impact came, and the world spun. When her consciousness recovered, she was lying on the ground, muddy, soft and wet, and her left hand was hanging down weakly.

The pain brought about ringing in the ears, blurred eyes, but her right hand suddenly grasped the handle of Fuxue's knife, propped up her body vigorously, dodged the black shadow that was killing him, stepped on its shoulder, jumped up and landed a fatal knife.

She cut too shallowly, and could feel the opponent's dying struggle, so she could only press the knife deeper with all her strength, until it stopped moving, and when she fell down, she also threw Jinguji down.

At this time, her last ounce of strength was almost exhausted. Leaning on the knife, she tried her best to get up several times, but she couldn't lift her head at all. She could only lower her head and pant for breath. Every breath seemed to squeeze her lungs flat. .

Her vision gradually returned to normal, and she heard the applause of the ghost youth again.

He said: "I want to give you a way out now."

Jinguji didn't answer.

He continued: "Be a part of us, you, and those women can survive, the process may take a long time, but believe me, you can get more..."

The witch said in a low voice: "It turns out that you were once a human being, but you have become neither human nor ghost."

The young man sighed regretfully: "There will always be people who are busy dying with such meaningless reserve."

He stopped persuading, it was just a whim, it may not be because he really wanted to increase his companions, even if the other party agreed, maybe he would regret it the next moment, adding the same kind is not necessarily a good thing, especially if the hatred has already been formed.

There were still so many evil spirits, and Jinguji had no energy left. She heard footsteps behind, probably the sword shamans were trying to do something.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

To break through, it should be earlier.

I didn't figure it out earlier, I was always hesitant, and I got used to drifting with the flow, so I wanted to stay in the comfort zone. This hesitation and hesitation ended up ruining my life. It's a ridiculous ending.

But, unexpectedly... not very disappointed.

She tried her best to fight, tried her best, and did everything she had to do. If this is the result, just accept it, right?

"Goodbye, Frost Moon."

She murmured and said goodbye softly: "Goodbye, sir..."

The sword shamans were waiting for the final desperate fight, and the ghost boy had already raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers.

In this silent confrontation, birds flew in the distant forest, and the roar of locomotive engines could be heard faintly.

Chapter 130 VII Killing the Ghost King

locomotive?

In such a deep mountain, how can there be a road suitable for locomotives?

It sounds like a hallucination.

But as it got closer and closer, it became clearer and clearer, and even a bird was startled in the forest deep in the mountains.

Then a car really drove over and drove into this border mountain village that had been neglected for more than 30 years.

Don't talk about sword witch...

Even the ghost boy was deeply surprised. He knew how difficult it was to come all the way. There are evil spirits all around here. There are a lot of them. Even the slightest disturbance will be noticed. They are so evil that they will eat up everything .

Wanting to come here is equivalent to finding the opponent's general's position among thousands of troops, and single-handedly entering, not to mention the complex terrain of mountains and forests, even field survival experts will avoid activities at night.

But this person, this car, drove here, and then stopped steadily.

The roaring locomotive engine was steaming, the wheels were covered with mud, and the originally pretty blue paint was also stained gray.

No matter how beautiful a locomotive rolls in the mud, it is difficult for people to recognize its nobility. Perhaps this kind of locomotive should witness glory on the track, instead of being driven to this place to waste a beautiful craft in vain. Mud The land can't exert its impact force...

it should be so...

A strange-shaped ogre couldn't hold back, turned around and roared, and then the rider turned the accelerator without saying anything. A lot of mud was splashed on the muddy ground, and the locomotive crashed like a wild beast. up.

Then the evil spirit died.

It was crushed into the ground, from the upper body to the neck to the head was crushed into the soil, blood and mud mixed together.

Live and die.

The sword shamans were stunned, and the ghost boy was also stunned. Such a strange-shaped evil ghost died like this?

The death was too straightforward, there was no resistance at all, this is a locomotive and not an icebreaker.

Boom boom boom... The roar of the locomotive brought a strong sense of oppression, and even the sword shamans hugged their sleeves subconsciously. I don't know if it was fear, or the fear of unknown visitors, because his gaze was not aimed at Ghosts, but witches.

In silence, the rider released the accelerator of the motorcycle, stepped off the vehicle, took off his helmet, and buckled it on the rearview mirror of the motorcycle.

The sky was gloomy and raining continuously, the moon was not visible in the dark sky, and no one could clearly see the facial features of the visitor even though it was only a short distance away.

The head of the locomotive tilted with the inertia, and the light illuminated the young man's back. His coat was half soaked and dripping with water, and the light gave the outline of the figure a light golden halo.

Wuzi held the red-tasseled spear and raised it subconsciously, but the other end of the spear was held by the young man and moved away.

"Good people don't deserve to be pointed at," he said.

At such a close distance, the sword shamans finally realized that this young man who came riding a motorcycle was indeed a person.

He has a dignified appearance, fair skin, and regular facial features. It's not that he is not good-looking, but that his temperament is more impressive than his appearance. The outline is clear, the expression is calm, and there seems to be an entire ocean hidden in the depths of the pupils. The surface is always calm, and sometimes the wind and clouds change and the waves are rough. Just as he appeared here at this time, everyone present inevitably became curious about him.

Bai Wei took a few steps closer, and then squatted down under the sight of the sword witches. Only then did they realize that he was not looking at himself, but at her.

Jinguji Saki was lying in the arms of a sword shaman. She first looked at him in astonishment, and then raised her hand to rub her eyes to make sure she was not mistaken.

When she knew that she was right, her eye sockets were already red from being rubbed.