Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

"Qiandong Gongsi, if you don't take action again, I will activate the shadow guard law in my soul!"

In the deathly silence, Qiandong sighed lightly, as if he had been seriously injured, stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen with a solemn face, and bent down

"Pfft~ hahaha, hahahahahahaha——"

There was no expected battle or any tragic scene, just like a child who succeeded in pranking, laughing like this.

And "Moyuan" also laughed together, leaning back and forth, and kept laughing for 5 minutes before Qiandong reached out to wipe the crystal tears from the corners of his eyes

"Jiushezhai, you really deserve to be you, you must have reacted too quickly."

"Hey, you little girl who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, has been winking at me since the beginning, isn't it just because of this?"

"Mo Yuan" shook his head, clicked his tongue and looked at Mo Yuan, who was in a daze in mid-air

"Look at you, you scared the little girl, whoops, it's so pitiful——"

"Wow, you were so happy playing the villain yourself, now you're blaming me?"

As she spoke, she looked towards Major Shadow Guard, whose face was already covered with black lines, and realized that the panic on Mo Yuan's face had long been swept away, replaced by a calm, just like the calm sky before the storm

"So, you two know each other?"

"Hehe, I know, of course I know!"

"Moyuan" nodded with a smile, and Qiandong finally gave up, bluntly said

"Then let me introduce you formally. This is Jiu Shezhai, the author of "The Real Story of Liaozhai". Oh no, to be precise, it should be her memory."

memory?Is it a ghost similar to Heroic Spirit?Ghost upper body?

In an instant, all kinds of strange and extraordinary cases handled during this period flashed in his mind, as if the last piece of the puzzle had been filled and everything became clear.

"Oh, the ghost's memory is good, no matter the heroic spirit, it comes from the same kind of thing in the leylines."

As if feeling the thoughts of the owner of the body, "Mo Yuan" waved his hand and explained

"Do you still remember the riots in Kyoto at night in order to find the murderer?"

Qian Dongwen

"At that time, a witch said that they were defeated by a heroic spirit passing by. Since the spiritual power of the leylines in Kyoto has been filled enough to launch the Holy Grail War, some past memories recorded in the leylines will naturally be awakened. Someone Yes, there are monsters too..."

"And monsters have magical powers when they are alive. Even if they are just some phantoms of the past, they can control their movements freely and whether they appear or not. Generally speaking, they will last longer than human memory."

"Yes, yes, not long after I woke up in the earth veins, I suddenly heard someone shouting, 'I really want to write a popular novel'!"

So vividly imitating the scene at that time, "Moyuan" laughed

"The old body was attached to her on a whim, and wrote a novel."

"But if that's the case, why did you write that spirit spell?"

"Little guy, it's not that I am boasting. When I was alive, I was one of the four mighty monsters of Yingzhou. I can be summoned as a heroic spirit, but other little monsters can't."

"Mo Yuan" says

"But with the spell, can't everyone stay in this world for two more days, and can flex their fists with itchy hands?"

"The fact that you've caused a lot of trouble in this way."

However, unexpectedly, "Moyuan" laughed again

"Trouble, if you talk about trouble, it's probably because when I leave, someone finds that the dream that I can get by just making a wish is shattered, oh yes, there may be a fever or something."

Mo Yuan was silent, but Jiu She Zhai said with a smile

"But the old man feels that as a human being, he doesn't have the innate demon power and personality like us. Using his hands to change fate is the most admirable thing about human beings. Turning to external forces for a fever or something , just take it as a lesson!"

"It's better to say that I did a great deed for you, don't you think so, Xiaoyu?"

"Oh, I think so too"

Qiandong Gongsi nodded, and Mo Yuan sighed in mid-air, but she didn't know where to refute. Rather, she already had the answer in her heart about the right and wrong behind this matter.

"Little guy, what are you afraid of? Don't look at Xiaoyu laughing and laughing all day long, but she is a big monster with one of the best mana!"

"It's more than that, Jiushezhai, your story has long been behind."

Qian Donggong took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, it was the latest light novel bestseller list, and the first place on the list was no longer "True Liaozhai Ji", but a book that he had never heard of before. The novel "The Thing About My Flower Shop"

"Hey, I knew you had no good intentions. When a group of monsters gathered together to talk about Hundred Monogatari, you were the only one who liked to challenge me..."

"Mo Yuan" helplessly shook his head and sighed

"Okay, okay, I've lost my old body to you, so it's okay for the head office?"

"After hundreds of years, I finally heard you say this. I really don't know what other people will think when they hear it."

"After hundreds of years, that little girl who always likes to lie on people's heads has grown up to this size~"

"Moyuan" was emotional, but there was no loss on his face, only the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more joyful, as if he had witnessed the grand scene after a hundred years, and he was especially happy.

"Wine Shezhai, how much time do you have?"

"Not much, we don't have much time, wait for the other servants to decide the outcome with the Master...Where did I come from, I still have to go back."

She raised her head, as if she could see the bright moonlight behind it through the rubble

"I don't know if I can see the Hundred Ghosts at Night again this time..."

"There will be"

Chito Gongji said so

"Hey, then I'll get ready and look forward to it!"

Jiushezhai also laughed, as if in a trance, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Yuan looked at Qiandong Gongsi who had returned to the opposite of him, lowered his head, and saw his familiar hands

"By the way, if you encounter archers, pistolmen or people dressed like berserkers looking for Caster, remember not to say you've seen me!"

For a brief moment, he seemed to hear the lingering laughter in his ears, and the moment he turned his head, he saw only a solemn and undisciplined figure from his back, which disappeared in a flash, like a bubble...

……

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In the ward of the hospital, in the dead silent operating room, there is only the deep sound of the collision of the hemostat and the scalpel, and with the turbid breathing under the oxygen mask, the shadowless lamp is flickering slightly.

No matter how many times it has been washed with disinfectant, there is still a faint musty smell in the air.

The operation was performed in such a dire situation.

The practitioner calmly sewed up the flesh and blood of his subordinates, letting the dust rustling on the ceiling beside him fall.

Until the last stitch was done, he put down the tools in his hand.

"Dr. Yan, you have worked hard."

The assistant, who had only studied nursing for two years, took off his gloves and protective suit for him, admiring his sacrifices and efforts over the past few days.

"It's not a difficult operation, it's just a long process, I hope I can get through it."

Dr. Yaen glanced at the child on the operating table and said calmly.

After politely greeting the others, he turned to say goodbye.

The nurse persuaded worriedly: "Mr. Yan, the street is not safe recently. My house is nearby. After the ward round, why don't you come to my house to rest for a night?"

"No, there is a bed in the office, I'll make do with it."

Dr. Yan laughed: "Later, I have to meet a friend."

"Then be careful on the road."

"I will."

The man walked to his office, sorted out the files of the patients, and carefully counted the storage of the current medicines. After a short rest for a few minutes, he picked up the pen and notebook, and hurriedly started the routine inspection and ward rounds.

The so-called ward is nothing but a specially separated floor.

On the second floor of this dilapidated theater, which was barely transformed into a hospital, the huge space was randomly drawn and covered with curtains. Under the light of the dim yellow lamps, the cracks on the walls were not repaired in time.

On his bed, under the thin quilt, a body was squirming spasmically.

As if electrocuted.

Distorted face.

It was almost impossible to recognize that it was a person.

Even the shadow on his body wandered out of control over the wall, jumping like a snake when it shed its skin.When he suddenly tense and arched his body, his expression became hideous and terrifying.

The prisoner inside was wheezing hoarsely, growling, and a high-pitched, hoarse sound came from his throat.

It was an unheard language, full of chaos and madness, and it was unforgettable after hearing it once.Incredible!

It's like a mirror, allowing people to peep into some kind of ferocity hidden in their own body.

It starts with babbling and murmurs, and ends with a frantic growl.

"One is all... all is one..."

In the vague laughter, the person on the bed seemed to be crying. He stretched out his hand to grab hold of the invisible air, and frantically asked: "...how... how can I make up for my big mistake..."

No one responded.

But 'Xingyue Future' screamed and roared angrily.

The sharp voice, even through the earphones, hurt the eardrums of others.

It came suddenly and stopped abruptly.

Weird screams, incomprehensible whispers, and in the end, madness turned into sadness, and in the end all that was left of despair was a humble prayer.

"...for your mercy...please...please..."

The thin voice disappeared quickly with the tears flowing

In the silence, there was only the sound of footsteps from the side.

"Would the majestic crimson apostle also end up like this?"

As the man said so, his hand reached into the other's brain, in a physical sense.

The moment it touched his skin, the flesh and blood rippled like the surface of a lake, letting those hands dominate.

Having touched the cerebral cortex under the skull so unimpededly, he immediately closed his five fingers mercilessly.

Bang!

There was a slight shattering sound, and the eyes that were originally full of chaos and madness also lost focus at this moment, like a hollow, but soon, a ray of light shone in the hollow.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him, Xingyue Future revealed a puzzled expression

"you are?"

The moment he just regained consciousness, another female voice quickly came out of his mouth, his body began to tremble involuntarily, and he knelt down, as if what he saw was not a human being, but came from the abyss of hell the devil in

"You, why are you here..."

It was the first time that Xingyue Future felt the fear and fear of this "savior", but for some reason, it always felt a little familiar, as if he had experienced similar things not long ago, not long ago...

When he tried to recall, there was another stabbing pain in his mind, like a thorny thorn, which instinctively hindered him from reading.

"Just passing by..."

The doctor in the white robe withdrew his hand, but the originally white and slender arm had exposed bloody bones at this moment, and with the surge of the operation, the skin that was about to be covered was torn apart in an instant, swallowed

Containment Failure Item—Grand Warlock Ion, King of Sorcerers, Heart of Man, Light of Lights—He is the first in human history to pass the challenge of the Six Commanders, to ascend to God from a mortal body, and to become a God in flesh and blood. The body of the lord excavates the kingdom and establishes the existence of the inner hall.

It was as if being constantly eaten by something in the void, and the flesh and blood grew less and less, and eventually even the entire palm disappeared

"..."

Looking up at the "Redeemer" who was still staring at the ground in front of him, Ian sighed and tore off a piece of flesh that had grown out again.

"Now the deal between me and Crimson is settled."

Looking at the piece of flesh and blood that was thrown in front of him, Xingyue Future, who was still recalling what happened before, froze for a moment, as if he hadn't reacted yet, but his body had already moved by itself, trembling Get up that disgusting piece.

On the squirming flesh and blood, there seemed to be tentacles growing and dancing. Xingyue Future just smiled blankly, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Praise be to you! Great King of Flesh! Light of Lights..."