The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 13 Ghost General!

In the sea of ​​flames, a figure was as dry as firewood.

Come on fire.

A foot that was burned into charcoal black stepped forward, followed by a jet-black leg bone with some pieces of meat hanging on it.

Mo Rang had been staring at that figure with all his attention, feeling trembling with a premonition of the coming of great terror.

He already guessed who it was.

The unrecognizable body came out of the fire that could burn the green ghost into ashes. It roared angrily every step it took. The moisture in the body had long been evaporated by the high temperature, and the delicate skin was completely scorched black.

Beauty with dry bones, not to mention a body that was snatched from the beginning.

"It's" face was burned and stuck together, shrunk and charred, and its original appearance was completely unrecognizable. The exposed eyes were still dull, and there was no pain. There was only "it's" high bulging belly. The screams of evil spirits were heard continuously.

"This is not a house grab!!!"

Mo Rang took a few steps back, Honglun looked at the young knights with retreating eyes and shouted: "How far can you run!! You will only distract me by staying here——!!!!"

"Brother Mo, how can the swordsman of Yuanzong abandon his friends!"

"Yes! We advance and retreat with you!"

"Let's go-!!!"

Mo Rang knew that these three teenagers were not decisive enough and had too many considerations in their hearts, but how could they tolerate their messing around here at this time!
"Don't cause trouble to Brother Mo, with our strength, we can only be a burden to Brother Mo!"

Cai Lan could feel that they couldn't resist this thing, staying here would only drag Brother Mo down, so she quickly grabbed Meng Ju and Lu Lingqian to calm them down.

After clasping his fists at Mo Rang, he quickly grabbed the two of them and ran away.

The scorched black and broken body knelt down on the ground, and the charcoal black matter on the stomach, which could not be distinguished from the clothes or the flesh and blood, kept falling down, and the belly was swollen high, as if something was about to break out of the body!

"Stab it, sting it————"

The sound of tearing flesh and blood like ripping silk continued one after another, making one's scalp tingle.

"late."

Mo Rang put the dagger he took from the boy across his chest, his face was frosty and snowy, his brows were tightly frowned, he didn't have any attack skills now.

Although Yan Motian is powerful in battle, as long as the Sheqinggui can't escape the sea of ​​flames, he will be killed on the spot. Unfortunately, every time he uses it, he needs to consume divine power. The unit of divine power he obtained by activating the Yan Wangling does not even have heat Yan Motian burned Wu Re to the ground.

But this evil ghost parasitic in the warm lair is just suffering from being burned by Yan Motian, and its strength must be higher than that of Sheqing ghost!
Mo Rang's back collapsed like a bowstring, as if he could jump up and attack at any time.

He learned from the memory obtained from the will of hell——as long as the malice of hell has not been completely eliminated, his existence is like a walking mockery, and this evil ghost has a great possibility to attack himself directly.

this is better
"Thorn--"

A pair of bluish-black skinny hands emerged from the belly, and those hands grabbed the ripped belly and tore it apart, revealing a pair of vicious green eyes.

Malice, resentment, anger.
That is a more vicious act of choosing and devouring people than wild beasts, it is the most evil in the world!
——It is undisguised, the eyes of ghosts!

Mo Rang only had time to see those venomous eyes clearly, and the bluish-black skinned evil spirit flew into the air, turning into a bluish-black afterimage and rushing towards the young knights.

Mo Rang was caught off guard by this attack. The evil ghost was so fast that even with the eyes of the devil, he could only see roughly. When he turned around to look, the ghost was already standing on Lu Lingqian's shoulder.

The child-sized evil ghost is skinny, with two pale bone spurs growing on its head, and its bluish-black skin is as loose as a bag. It is thin all over, with distinct ribs, and only one belly is astonishingly large.

Lu Lingqian's whole body froze there. For a moment, her face turned earth-colored and her eyes were horrified. She felt that her neck was "rattling" as if it was rusty. She couldn't even turn her head. From the corner of her eye, she saw a blue-black streak next to her neck. extraordinarily conspicuous
The evil ghost stood on Lu Lingqian's shoulder, staring at Mo Rang with pale green eyes, and placed his sharp nails on her slender neck like a threat, making several people dare not move for a moment.

It wasn't until he saw that Mo Rang hadn't released Yan Motian like before, that he showed a malicious smile.

"Jie Jie—you can only use that trick just once. Or, are you worried about this little human girl?"

"It can only be used once, Jie Jie——!"

The bluish-black-skinned ghost laughed loudly, the laughter was sharp and piercing.

"Hungry ghost and, at least, a starving ghost of the ghost general level"

Don't allow the pupils to constrict, and the move "suffering joy and suffering" was launched instantly. His red round eyes were different from ordinary people, which made several young knights who saw it for the first time startled and terrified.

It was a cold, heartless look that seemed to be compassionate
In the third year of the Jin and Yuan Dynasties, the refugees flocked to the city, their black and broken hands clawing at the towering city wall, trying to climb in.

Rows of bows and crossbows have been aimed at them, arrows rain down
Several people around him died, and he licked the splashed blood on his face.

is sweet.
That year, the grass roots on the road were all dug up, and the bark was stripped off. I don't know what it was like in the city. Anyway, outside the city is hell.

He went back to the refugee hut and sat there, like a beast in his stomach.

I keep thinking about the mouthful of blood I licked during the day, it must be the blood of a young man, it tastes sweet and clean.

He picked up the hidden knife, cut open his fingertips, and took a breath.

The stinky blood was not tasty, so he wrapped it in his rags, making him even hungrier.

he thirsts for young blood
Looking at the towering city wall still stained with blood in the distance, a smile suddenly appeared on his old face.

On that night, for the first time, he ate the young man's flesh
The young man who was shot to death by an arrow during the day was not buried, but instead cheapened his five internal organs temple.

From now on, I can't stop.
Many people died in the dirty shed, and he was considered weak and old at first, but he was still alive and well.

He looked weak and slumped in the corner until, a little girl came by.

"Grandpa, do you want to eat this?"

He looked at the girl, but he didn't look at the small piece of sweet potato in the girl's hand, and licked his lips.

That night, he felt the girl's fresh blood pouring into his mouth, and the beast in his stomach quieted a little.

If you want to talk about what it feels like, it is——

——Bliss on earth! !
He laughed hoarsely.

The hungry ghost had a happy smile on his face, but Mo Rang covered his face and retched, the tumbling acid almost burned his esophagus.

He stepped forward quickly with a dagger in hand, the blade facing the starved ghost's defenseless neck.

The starved ghost grinned, and slashed the girl's arm before Mo Rang got close.

In a blink of an eye, before Lu Lingqian felt the pain, he saw a strand of bright red wet his sleeve.

"Jie Jie——!! Your illusion is really powerful, it reminds me of some very happy things."

He squatted on Lu Lingqian's shoulder, licking his lips with his bright red tongue, as if thinking about it.

"To shut up!!!"

Don't let him kill him with a short knife.

The strength of this ghost cannot be underestimated, and the illusion of suffering and joy cannot even affect his breath!
The starved ghost also jumped up, stabbing at Mo Rang with ferocious claws.

With full concentration, the cruel cold light of the sharp claws gradually approached and became clearer in front of his eyes.

"clang--!!"

Got it! !

The moment the short knife met the sharp claw, there was a crisp sound, and the starving ghost squinted his eyes, as if he didn't expect that he could catch the claw. Its mouth was as wide as a face, and its sharp, blade-like teeth were white and white. , wanting to take a bite out of Mo Rang's body.

　I wrote the ghost as a monster, afraid of being harmonized, and then it is really not scary! () blah blah ~
　　Not scary at all, absolutely not scary at all (Д｀)
　　This is a harmonious novel, it is the inspirational life experience of the hero

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