Love from the Male Protagonist's Harem

She is a little dizzy, the human soul is polluting the divine soul, this is her own choice, so that in the near future, she will no longer have to wear the shackles of the God of Fortune, in order to turn herself into a real God of Misfortune.

Woe to God.

No matter what you do, you can't go wrong.

The man seemed to be smiling, but without any hint of sarcasm, "I found out in the dossier of the Heavenly Capital that there is a God of Misfortune locked here... After the dusk of the gods, you are the only god left."

The only god left...

so what.

"So, you shouldn't stay here anymore, it's time to go out and have a look at the outside world." The man said briskly, and patted her head.

warm hands.

Let her be a little confused for a while.

"Do you still have believers?" The man quickly withdrew his hand and asked her. After a pause, she felt that she was asking a little strangely. After thinking about it, she simply changed the phrase, "Or...you Outside, is there anything you care about or care about?"

--No.

There is nothing to worry about and care about.

The gods who have been imprisoned for hundreds of years feel embarrassed for a moment that they can't do anything.

There is also the confusion of not knowing where to go.

No, not nothing.

She wants to tell this person that she has thousands of believers, and she used to have many, many believers—it's not like she has nothing.

……no.

Just like a child, desperately talking about how good he is, it seems that only in this way can he be proud of himself.

Even though, she doesn't speak human language.

Even, she knew, it was gone.

After all, she has been locked here for so many years, and those who once believed in her have already turned into stories from a hundred years ago.

Finally, she slowly pinched the corner of her bright red clothes tightly.

When she was the god of fortune and misfortune, she liked white clothes.

According to the legend a hundred years ago, there was once a white-clothed God of Fortune who blessed the land, and there was also a white-clothed God of Misfortune who wreaked havoc on the land.

In the end, the white clothes turned into prison clothes. In the repeated punishments, the white clothes were stained with her century-old resentment and blood and tears, and turned into a deep red.

Every inch of blood on this dress is her hatred for the floating world.

Those who abandon the gods will be abandoned by the gods.

She thought viciously, one day, she will make the human beings who forget her pay the price!

The man didn't see her gloomy eyes, but understood the embarrassment represented by her hands clenched to the hem of her clothes.

She said, "If not, I'll be your disciple."

——If you don't have one, I'll be your disciple.

It's like saying to a child who has lost a candy and is secretly angry at the corner of his clothes, if you don't have one, I'll make your piece of candy.

She froze for a moment.

For a moment, all the vicious thoughts disappeared, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

It felt soft and heartwarming, which made her a little uneasy and inexplicably hopeful.

She said a lot of things, and she listened to them, word by word, and tried her best to listen, but in her mind, heart, and even in her blood, that sentence seemed to be——

Let me be your believer.

She was a little nervous, but she didn't want that person to find out that she was nervous. How could a powerful god be nervous because of one more believer?It's too shameful - so I can only try my best to regain my senses and listen to what this person is saying.

She heard her say again, "I can't believe that you are such a small child, but you are still a powerful evil spirit."

"..."

Locked up for 600 years, her soul is confused, her body has shrunk, and now she looks like a powerless child.

There is no appearance of any threat.

"The file says that you created a plague 600 years ago and cursed children..."

That person said a lot, all of which were things she had done as a God of Misfortune.

But the good deeds she has done, the spring water she irrigated for the dry fields, the land she sheltered, the patients she saved, the land she blesses.

Nothing was mentioned.

— God of misfortune?

she thinks.

Yes, she is a curse.

This person, who knows all the bad things she has done, knows that she is a god of misfortune, and wants to be her follower?

She is not... a bad person, only bad people believe in God of Disaster.

Is it just to comfort her?how can that be possible?

How could there be such a person?

She thought, even if it was comfort, she didn't want this person to believe in her.

"But I don't really believe it." The man said suddenly, with a shallow voice, "I am your believer, but I don't believe that you are the God of Misfortune as written in the book."

She was stunned again, and after a while, she said to herself, "You...don't believe it?"

But she seemed to have forgotten her hoarse voice and completely incomprehensible language, just murmured and repeated, "How can you not believe it?"

hundreds of years.

Everyone said she was wrong.

Therefore, she cursed them, she opened the twilight of the gods, made all the gods die, she let the tyrant ascend the throne and wreak havoc on the world, she is the real god of disaster.

Therefore, it has been a long time, and no one believes in her other identity.

She slowly raised her head to look at her, she wanted to see this person clearly, after a long, long time, her eyes, which were blurred due to being in the darkness for a long time, finally began to be clear.

What came into view was a girl wearing wooden clogs with exposed round toes, and a girl with black hair tied up lazily. She looked at her with eyes as bright as stars.

The corners of her lips were curved into a smile, and the curvature of her lips seemed to condense all the sunshine and tenderness in this world.

...a particularly nice smile.

"I heard that you are still the God of Fortune." The girl said, "The God of Misfortune can do bad things, but the God of Fortune can also do good things. Human historians always like to take things out of context, and I'm used to it."

She said she was a god of good fortune.

But no one believed it.

She couldn't believe it herself.

"If no one believes that you are a god of good fortune, then be my god of good fortune." The girl saw her expression and said, "I will believe you."

"I will teach you to speak human language, and you can tell me all the things you have done before."

"If no one remembers, I will remember for you."

"I'll always remember."

In fact, she couldn't hear what she said clearly, but she felt that the smile was bright and dazzling, like a beam of light.

It shines into the depths of a muddled, lonely soul.

Remember or not, it doesn't matter.

She... just suddenly wanted to stay by this person's side.

She has never met such a warm person.

She wants to grab her.

——She also thought, imagined to be like this person, with such a good smile, so beautiful.

If you become a god of good fortune, you can.

"...I... haven't been a God of Fortune for a long time." She said at a loss, the pollution of the human soul to the divine soul did not stop, she suddenly panicked, and suddenly she was very afraid that she would never be able to change again, if The soul is polluted, can she still be the god of good fortune for this person?

She used divine language to find an excuse that this person couldn't understand, "I can't do it well, I..."

Weird, weird.

Obviously this person couldn't understand her words, but when she looked into her eyes, she seemed to be able to see into her heart.

She couldn't go on. For the first time, she stammered and said submissively, "I..."

"Aren't you confident?" Xia Wushuang sat down and looked at her with her chin in her hand. She blinked, "What are you afraid of? Anyway, I won't blame you if I screw up."

"You are just my lucky god now." She said, "Just take it as an internship, tell me your story, and I will start a cult... No, I will make a pamphlet for people to read. After graduation, You will surely be a god of good fortune to many, many people, just like the one posted on the gate."

System: "The one on the door is the door god."

"...is the God of Fortune. I will always be the God of Fortune in the future." Xia Wushuang ignored the system and said to the shrunken God of Misfortune, "You have to work hard to stick yourself on the door, you know?"

She nodded and quietly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

The darkness brought by the human soul dissipated at once, and the divine soul was pure and flawless. It seemed that she had become her original self again without knowing it.

……

Su Chan thought.

She is her own blessing, always has been.

If she's not there, she's a curse.

She was supposed to do evil and cause harm to one side.

Just because only she said to her, I will believe you.

Therefore, only she can get her blessing and... love.

Su Chan touched the bone flute slowly, and his agitated soul slowly calmed down.

She put away the map, lowered her eyelashes, looked at Gu Peijiu and the others walking below, and chuckled.

"...Gu Peijiu."

She whispered the name softly, slurring every word, both enchanting and cold.

"We meet again after a long absence, so naturally I should give you a big gift."

==

As if to confirm what she thought, the moment Zhenhun transformed into the form of Yimei, the world trembled! !

The entire mountain range was shaking, as if something was about to move out and try to harm everything!The strange bird was roaring, the unknown beast was roaring, Xia Ge stepped on the ground lightly, the ghost shadow was activated, and the next moment the whole body flew out like an arrow!

Xia Ge experienced for the first time what it is like to walk through the clouds.

But the good times are not long.

In the beginning, Xia Ge felt as light as a swallow, and it was so cool. She could fall from one mountain top to another two kilometers away in a flash, so fast that the afterimage flashed, but just as she was about to walk outside when--

The body suddenly couldn't move.

Xia Ge: "???"

The next moment, with a twist, Xia Ge himself experienced what is called extreme joy begets sorrow.

She was taken away by Soul Rescue!

The direction is unknown, the purpose is unknown, and it is not too much to go ten miles in one step.

"Hey, hey, hey...you can't play like this, hey - aren't you my fucking clothes?!"

The face hurt from the cold wind, Xia Ge was stunned and began to frantically pull his sleeves, trying to take off his clothes. The result of the mismatch between people and clothes was that he staggered all the way, Xia Ge slipped and fell a big somersault.

"Where are you taking me? Hey! How can you take off this clothes! Little puppet, help me——"

The system has nothing to do with you, hanging high, and said deeply on the side: "The strength that does not belong to you often also means that it is difficult to control."

Xia Ge was carried away by the clothes, and it was the first time that he felt hopeless and suffocating in his life: "So you are talking about how to take it off?!"

System: "If the clothes are not willing, you can't take them off."

After a pause, he added heartily: "After all, it is stronger than you."

"No, aren't you cheating?! This mission item! How can you be so disobedient!" Xia Ge: "This is forced buying and selling! I want to complain!!"

The system echoed, but the tone was that it was not a big deal to watch the excitement: "Yeah, yeah, it's too much, I'm sorry, the complaint channel was closed three years ago, I thought I told you."

Xia Ge: "..." No, it never existed.

Stumbling and stumbling, Xia Ge was brought to a mountain by the Soul Rescue.After coming here, the control of the body was returned at once.

Xia Ge, who fell several somersaults along the way, was bewildered, and he didn't know what to do.

Where is this?What did Zhenhun bring her here for?

She looked around, and it was still within the scope of the basin, but it was different from when she first came from the river of time, which was full of gravel and barren. , hairy and lush, looking far away, the first thing that catches the eye is the high cliff not far away, the cliff is extremely smooth, as if someone is holding a sharp sword straight down from the sky.

The scenery is quite good.

For some reason, Xia Ge looked at the cliff and felt vaguely familiar. She looked it over carefully and thought for a while.

This is……

Here, it's a bit like the murals on the ceiling of the ancestor's mausoleum...?

Xia Ge tried hard to recall. Three years later, the content of the mural was somewhat unclear, but he still vaguely remembered that it was a mountain top, and a woman suspected of being the ancestor of Lingxi once knelt in front of it, crying and confessing.

The second mural shows her standing on the top of a hill, playing the flute.

Although I can't remember clearly, that mountain seems to be this mountain.

For some reason, Xia Ge suddenly remembered that when Zhen Hun first met her, he told her that he was a "guide".

Could it be that... the so-called guide is to bring himself to the mountain where Lingxi Patriarch once knelt?

But what's the point?You can't bring yourself to go sightseeing, can you?Or does it mean that the mountain where the ancestors knelt down requires her, a disciple, to kneel down again?Not that creepy, is it?

After Xia Ge finished slandering, he began to look around, and found that there were so many raised mountains in the Evil Spirit Mountain, only here was a smooth cliff.

She couldn't help but start thinking, Zhenhun claimed to be a guide, and she said that someone tried to release the million evil spirits from the Evil Spirit Mountain, and then brought herself to this mountain.

Does this have anything to do with it?

Xia Ge walked towards the cliff while thinking, but within a few steps, she felt something was wrong.

There is soft and delicate grass under the feet, and in some places in front of it, the grass is prostrate on the ground, with faint traces of being stepped on.

Xia Ge's footsteps stopped, staring at the footprint-like trace for a while.

Some people have excellent lightness skills, but occasionally they still have to tap the ground to use their strength to fly, unless the clothes charm on their body is good at flying, or they have other magic weapons that can fly.

This is not the palm print of a wild beast, it is more like the footprint left by something with light work.

——Someone wants to release a million evil spirits from the Evil Spirit Mountain.

- I am your guide.

Well, we found the suspect's trail.

Xia Ge looked at the cliff mountain in front of her, the light in her hand shone slightly, the sickle returned to her hand, and she was going to be more cautious, to find out, but at the moment when she held the sickle, the cloud patterns on the sleeves of the soul suppressed faintly. The light lit up, and the next moment, dense cloud patterns instantly covered the surface of the sickle!

Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly, and an indescribably powerful feeling instantly poured into the soul from the sickle. On the pitch-black sickle, snow-white cloud patterns lined up mysterious symbols, and a faint and sharp aura emanated from the sickle. The terrifying power is deep and restrained, Xia Ge has a feeling that what she is holding is not a sickle, but a living god of death.

Controlling the life and death of the soul, standing at the highest place of life, despising all...God.

It seems that with a light wave, the power of the gods can be borrowed to split the icy mountains, set off turbulent waves, make the stars shift, and the clouds turn and rain.

System mechanical start prompt:

[Suppressing souls and returning together: Turn the host's weapon into a part of Yimei, so that it can tear apart invisible ghosts while possessing Yimei's powerful physical attack and magic attack. 】

[This part of the power can be handed over to the host. 】

Only then did Xia Ge understand that this is the power to suppress the soul.

"Thanks."

She understands very well that she has not been truly recognized by Zhenhun. What Zhenhun said at the beginning was only "help", and the relationship between her senior sister and Tianzhu Ling is fundamentally different.

Xia Ge actually didn't know about the relationship between Senior Sister and Tianzhuling, but he vaguely felt that it was a kind of close partnership, a kind of tacit understanding without words.

The relationship between Yi Mei and people has always been that the strong are the masters and the weak are the vassals.

Generally speaking, if she can't fight against Soul Restraint, she will naturally be controlled by Soul Restraint, but because of the "assistance agreement" reached before, she can coexist peacefully.

All in all... Zhen Hun's attitude towards her is probably - although I "can't" control you, I will not be controlled by you. I can give you some help when necessary, and I will keep you alive. As for whether you want to Going all out to fight for you depends on your mood.

Cold protocol relationship.

"It's really impersonal." Xia Ge slandered silently in his heart, and he was worried about the previous agreement that Soul Rescue broke the default and controlled himself to come to this place.

But the most urgent thing is to see what is going on here.

And...why does the Soul Relief not block someone coming in?

Xia Ge couldn't help but slander again.

Bullying her would be awesome, why would she wither after blocking an intruder?

As soon as the thought popped up, the light of the sickle in his hand flickered, the cloud pattern on the blade disappeared, and the powerful power disappeared in an instant.

Xia Ge: "..."

Xia Ge: "???"

The system's sympathetic explanation: "In order to maintain a tacit understanding, once you put on the clothing charm, it will know what you think."

Xia Ge: "..."

What kind of rubbish is a tacit understanding? The relationship between plastic sisters requires a shitty tacit understanding?Wouldn't it be good to be Party A and Party B? !

Xia Ge tried to maintain a reserved smile: "...then why can't I know what it's thinking?"

The system is tactful: "Hasn't its idea already been expressed?"

Xia Ge blankly glanced at the bald black scythe with nothing on his face.

Oh, I see.

So it probably means to say——

Anyway, I will only bully you, so you can clean up and do it yourself, daddy.

At such a critical time, can't we not give her internal strife! !

Xia Ge thought of the somersault that was forced by Zhenhun before—falling at a speed of ten miles a step, the sour feeling is no less than jumping from the fourteenth floor of the rooftop—it is really quite unforgettable .

Soul Rescue is the same as the system, and the appraisal is complete.

Forget it, isn't it just to draw a pattern on the sickle? In the past, my grandfather lived a chic and unrestrained life like nothing else, who cares.

Xia Ge pursed his lips, held the sickle, continued to observe the direction of the footprints, and then walked cautiously all the way to the cliff.

At the beginning, there was nothing on the stone wall, and it was extremely smooth. Xia Ge felt strange. She beat it with a sickle, and she knocked out several holes in the smooth stone wall.

System: "...Do you want to visit here again?"

Xia Ge made a serious point: "It's really smart, it's a good idea."

system:"……"

Of course Xia Ge didn't plan to visit here, she felt that there must be something strange on the stone wall, the man's footprints were facing the direction of the stone wall, so he came here naturally, and there was no sign of leaving, he couldn't possibly It just disappeared inexplicably, unless——

Unless there is some mechanism on the cliff that she didn't see.

Seems to be responding to her witty guess.

"Boom."

The sickle seemed to hit something different, dull, with a subtle touch.

Xia Ge paused slightly, for some reason, suddenly had an ominous premonition.

It turns out her hunch was right.

"boom--"

The violent explosion made a loud noise, and the horrific heat rolled up the billowing air. There is no doubt that Xia Ge was blown up straight. The whole person rolled in the mid-air several times, and then landed steadily on the ground. Kilometers away.

Except for feeling the thermal blast for a second at first, and then nothing else, Xia Ge touched his face and looked at the ashes in his hand.She raised her eyes and found that complex moirés were surrounding her. The moirés were floating and twisting like a circle of protection. The corners of her jet-black clothes were fluttering. The complex moiré symbols floating around her would explode everything Danger swallows the invisible.

That's why she was able to survive such a violent explosion.

Xia Ge: "...Thank you."

Of course Zhenhun would not reply.

But Xia Ge can vaguely feel that it seems a little proud.

It was an indescribable feeling, very delicate, two different souls were connected by a strange bond.

You can't communicate with words, but you can talk with your emotions.

Xia Ge, who talked with his mood, sat down with the supercilious guide who looked down on her at the beginning and the proud Yimei, which was a bit inconsistent no matter how he thought about it.

In order to determine whether it is true "heart-to-heart connection", Xia Ge decided to experiment.

Xia Ge patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and the dust wiped from his face naturally fell on Zhen Hun.

Yes, very subtle, except for her face, her clothes are really spotless.

Almost like it was on purpose.

What a stingy Yi Mei, what kind of revenge is it to make her look ashamed, can she not be so cute.

"Thank you so much." Xia Ge said hypocritically, "Thank you very much."

It was felt that the "satisfied" mood suddenly became gloomy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After smearing the ashes on someone's body, the stingy Zhenhun really got angry.

Feeling that emotion, Xia Ge thought silently, there is really a tacit understanding.

Then he quickly pretended to be stupid: "Ah, I forgot to have ashes on my hands!"

system:"……"

It's said that you have a tacit understanding, you act for the blind...

In short, the girl Xia Ge who has excellent lightness skills walked back from the same place and fell three somersaults all the way, so let's not mention it.

Back at the original place, the original smooth cliff had been blasted into a big hole by the previous explosion, and the dust was flying, revealing the dark corridor inside.

Obviously, the place where the explosion happened was the corner of the passage, not the main entrance of the passage.

What Xia Ge hit with the sickle before was the mechanism that exploded, not the mechanism that opened the door. It was quite powerful. Xia Ge, who was blasted a thousand kilometers away, touched her nose. After surviving, whether it will be missing an arm or breaking a leg after surviving, that is really unknown.

Fortunately, she was blown up, but the mountain was not blown away, only a hole was blown up. Think about it, this mountain is really strong.

She was as strong as a peaceful fall.

Xia Ge stared at the corridor where the hole was broken.

She vaguely felt the excitement of soul sedation.

...It seems that there is something wrong here.

Xia Ge squeezed the sickle tightly and entered the tunnel, but before he walked a few steps with his back bent, the whole mountain began to vibrate the next moment!

The mountain peak swayed so violently that Xia Ge could hardly stand firm without holding on to the stone wall. At the same time, she clearly felt that Zhen Hun's originally excited mood suddenly became anxious!

Xia Ge's pupils shrank slightly, what happened? !

Soon she knew what was going on.

Wailing.

Painful howls.

Xia Ge held the sickle's hand, and his knuckles turned pale.

——This is an extremely familiar wail. A long time ago, it made her life worse than death.

It was the howling of the devil!

outside!

==

After Xia Ge pressed the wrong mechanism and was blown up.

In the corridor inside the cliff, the puppets in red arrived at their destination agilely. At the end of the corridor is a circular stone hall. On the floor of the stone hall is carved a huge ancient spirit-gathering array. In the middle of the stone hall is a small stone round table. On the round table was engraved a formation shining with golden light, and a red talisman that seemed to have been soaked in blood was spinning quietly on it.

The ancient spirit-gathering array absorbed the billowing aura from the mountains, and then poured it into the golden array on the round table. The golden array shone with light, the requiem qi radiated, and the red talisman rotated. Everything seemed to be stable.

The puppet in red walked through the ancient spirit gathering formation, came to the stone table, and reached out to touch the red talisman.

The brilliant golden light illuminated the face of the puppet. On the smooth cheeks of the puppet, it seemed as if it had been graffitied by the owner casually. Its mouth smiled brightly, but its eyes were weeping.

It seems to be very happy, but it also seems to be very sad. It makes people guess whether it is crying with joy or joy with sorrow.

The puppet stretched out its wooden, knuckle hand, and the moment its fingertips touched the red charm, it stopped.

The fingertips of the wood can't feel the slightest temperature.

Far away from the Eiling Mountain Basin, Su Zan, who was sitting on a high mountain peak, played the flute like an electric shock, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

The sound of the flute stopped, and the movement of the puppet who had lost its order stopped, like a doll whose clockwork had run out, and remained motionless.

"..."

The sky is blue.

What the puppet's fingertips touched had that person's... heart and soul.

It was that person's once hot, beating heart.

It was repeated over and over again, the painstaking efforts of the person who was entangled by her and carefully treasured in the bottom of my heart.

The corners of Su Chan's lips curved slightly into a thin arc, and then the arc slowly flattened out.

But what about people?

She looked at the bone flute in her hand.

Bone mourning.

Bones...sad.

A few blazing black birds hovered in the sky, approaching her, and after feeling that it was not easy to provoke, they quickly withdrew and looked for new targets.

You see, the beasts are so smart, they all know that she is not easy to provoke.

Why...why did you provoke her?After provoking you, you... are you provoking to the end?

What is it if you leave like this?joke?

The next moment, the Raging Flame Blackbird flying away in mid-air let out a shrill scream, and then its whole body exploded. The scarlet blood mist exploded in the blue sky, flying down with the black feathers, like a daytime bird. A brilliant blood-colored fireworks.

The red clothes were like blood, Su Zang lowered his eyes, hiding the last bit of softness and unbearability in his eyes, the flute sounded leisurely again, the eyes of the tearful puppet changed, and suddenly tore the red talisman to pieces!

"Ow—"

"Woooooooo..."

"Quack quack—"

The blue sky darkened, and the evil spirits who had been released from the seal were like prisoners who had seen the light of day in a cage, and they were extremely excited for a while!

They roared, cried, roared, and angrily rushed out of the mountains that imprisoned them, rushed to the sky, and embraced freedom.

The people below panicked.

"Did you hear something?"

"Someone...someone is crying!"

"Who is crying?!"

"..."

Su Chan accepted Bai Guai, Bloody Spring and Autumn changed, and she was dressed in black again, the outline of the girl's face changed slightly, and she looked like Xia Ge again!

"Xia Ge" twirled the red "Acacia", the thin red silk swayed with the wind, and a ruthless smile faintly appeared in the girl's cat eyes.

She slowly tied up "Xiangsi"'s black hair. Amidst the roar of all ghosts, Su Chan murmured, "The show is about to begin."

are you ready?

Hidden by the mountains and forests, Gu Peijiu's heart skipped a beat, a familiar breath radiated, her footsteps stopped suddenly, her face was expressionless, but a trace of uneasiness slipped in her eyes.

"What's the matter, Senior Sister?" Seeing Gu Peijiu stop, Lu Qia asked curiously, "Why did you stop? Is there any danger ahead?"

The howling sound was getting closer and closer, and Gu Peijiu knew that the evil spirits of Eiling Mountain had begun to show their power.

There are more dangers ahead.

Gu Peijiu stopped, and many of the following disciples also stopped, looking anxiously at the backbone of the team, worried about possible emergencies ahead.

Gu Peijiu paused for a while, then shook her head and continued walking, "It's nothing."

Maybe it's an illusion.

Just for a moment, she felt... the breath of lovesickness.

But that kid has no reason to be here.

There is no…reason.

She clenched her hands slightly.

Do not come.

Do--

... After all, so afraid of ghosts.

will cry.

==

The whole world seems to be surrounded by the cries of women, the strange laughter of men, and the cries of babies. It is mind-boggling, and it seems to be right next to the ears, deafening.

Xia Ge instinctively covered her ears! !

It seems that in an instant, the rules governing something suddenly shattered, and all unknown things rushed out!

"Ow—"

Xia Ge looked up, and saw a golden light shining deep in the corridor!

Without even thinking about it, she covered her ears and rushed over!

For a moment, she seemed to merge with the soul of Zhen, and she knew instinctively that the golden light at the end of the tunnel is the key to everything!

"Roar--"

Like fungus and mushrooms growing from rotten wood, a ferocious head suddenly emerged from the stone wall. His face was covered with blood, his eyes were bulging, and a mouthful of sharp fangs slowly emerged from the stone wall. Then the neck, shoulders, pale arms, one by one, slowly pulled out from the stone wall!

"what!"

At first glance, Xia Ge turned pale with shock, fear instinctively rushed to his heart, the pain and suffering he had experienced was vivid in his mind, and now it seems that it is about to repeat itself——

It was also because this evil ghost was too ferocious that it suddenly brought back Xia Ge's deepest dark memory!

The endless tribulations, the pain pierced by thousands of arrows, the viciousness and despair experienced by the evil spirits were repeated on her body over and over again——

Xia Ge's body was stiff. Holding the sickle, she subconsciously and instinctively took a small step back.

The Soul Rescue on her body shone slightly, and a peaceful breath overflowed, soothing her fear gently and meticulously.

Xia Ge's trembling hands calmed down slowly, and she took a breath, only to realize that this one seemed different from the ones she had seen before.

Most of the ghosts she has seen before are invisible ghosts, and when they pass through her body, they will cause her to suffer the pain of her life, but the one in front of her——

It can be materialized! !

The evil ghost was still coming out of the corridor. Seeing Xia Ge stepping back, his protruding eyes rolled, and then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Following that terrifying face, he formed a somewhat ferocious smile. .

Xia Ge, whose emotions were stabilized by the soul-suppression, turned his eyes cold, and raised the knife in his hand!

It was a blow!

So fast!

At the last moment, the evil spirit has completely drilled out of the stone wall, dodged the knife, it grinned grinningly, and tore away Xia Ge with its sharp claws like the wind, Xia Ge dodged sideways!

The sudden shadow of the wind, his figure is like lightning!

One person and one ghost started a light contest, and Xia Ge was surprised to find that even with the soul-suppressing body, she couldn't get rid of this evil ghost!

The eyes suddenly turned into forest green animal pupils, but the shadow of the other party could not be seen with naked eyes, and it was impossible to observe at all!

It was this time of being stunned for less than half a second——

"hiss……"

The face of the evil spirit is close in front of my eyes.

It has captured her speed and frequency, and kept at the same speed as her, just like a cat playing with a mouse, it has been facing her, and even showed a perverted and excited smile, with sharp teeth and black ferocious.

Xia Ge instinctively swung the sickle!

The pitch-black mortal blade has no lethality.

The evil ghost sneered, blocked the knife with his left hand, and pinched Xia Ge's neck with his right hand like lightning!

"Ah-"

"Ow—"

Xia Ge raised his head, and the qi from the sharp claws scraped three thin bloodstains on Xia Ge's neck, and the moment the sharp claws were about to penetrate into the throat, the dark "Fan Ren" was covered with mysterious and delicate clouds. The introverted aura burst out the moment he met the evil spirit, and Fan Ren instantly turned into a magical weapon that could kill everything, with only one knife!

Before the evil ghost had time to indulge in the delicious taste of blood splattering when the sharp claws pierced his throat, he was torn in half by the "mortal blade" unexpectedly!

The cloud patterns on the pitch-black scythe scattered and converged. The evil ghost seemed to think it was just an accident. Despite the extreme pain, he still felt that the shattered body could be pieced together at any time. It roared provocatively at Xia Ge, the lower body Also wobbled a few times.

However, that's all there is to it.

The evil ghost didn't get complacent for a long time, and found out in panic that the lower body began to disappear slowly.

Like weathered dust, or like a purified soul, the power fades away, turning into dots of light, floating into the cloud pattern of the sickle.

It was a wonderful feeling, the whole sickle was slightly hot, Xia Ge could feel the cloud pattern panting, trembling, and very happy.

The power of the evil spirit weakens again, and the power of the scythe becomes stronger again.

"Ow—"

It panicked, screaming and roaring in unwillingness and fear, its body jumped up and down, and finally, it could only face death powerlessly.

And its power was finally swallowed by the soul-suppressing cloud pattern.

Xia Ge's animal pupils gradually returned to their original appearance, and under the reconnaissance technique, he also understood why this ghost was so powerful.

This is an evil spirit with a lifespan of 600 years. It devours the flesh and blood of countless people and is so powerful that its souls materialize.

Xia Ge touched the three thin scratches on his neck, only to feel a dull pain.

She went to the system store and bought three band-aids for herself, and the moiré on the sickle gradually disappeared.

Xia Ge decided to treat Zhen Hun better.

After all, if it wasn't for the last moment, she would have died.

For some reason, Xia Ge thought of what it said before.

——The weak have no right to speak.

It sounds a little uncomfortable, but...

She touched her neck again, and felt that this was quite true.

It's no wonder Zhenhun looks down on her. In front of evil spirits who have been cultivated for hundreds of years, her ability is really not enough.

However, Xia Ge hadn't rested well yet, and a few evil spirits coming out of the stone wall rushed towards him!

Xia Ge sighed, picked up the sickle.

Killed all the way to the end.

There is nothing to see at the end. It is a round hall made of stone. Three night pearls are placed on the curved dome. The traces of the formation are outlined on the circular ground. The formation diagram, a piece of bright red talisman paper is pasted in the middle of the formation diagram——

No, not one sheet, but half sheet.

Except for half of the red talisman on the table and a red puppet collapsed under the round table, everything seemed normal.

When Xia Ge saw the red talisman paper that had been torn in half and now only had half, she felt the numb emotion of soul-suppressing for an instant.

Xia Ge considered the sentence, "...So, the person who wanted to release the evil spirit succeeded?"

Zhen Hun can't speak, even if he could, he probably wouldn't be bothered to answer Xia Ge's idiot question in a bad mood.

Xia Ge cautiously stepped on the formation on the ground and walked over. The puppet in red was obviously a puppet being manipulated - Zhenhun can easily feel the breath of soul and the smell of human beings, but without a soul, the puppet is being manipulated A puppet, obviously, can easily deceive its perception.

Xia Ge knew the instigator.

It is because I know it that I feel even more unbelievable.

Su Tang.

Su Tang, Su Tang.

Xia Ge recited this name, and felt for the first time that a person's name could be recited so many times by her, filled with resentment.

So, she really did this, just like she saw her burn down the Book Pavilion in the River of Time, releasing all the ghosts from the Evil Spirit Mountain, Su Chan, she really did this.

Xia Ge didn't want to deal with the entanglements in her previous life, but she couldn't understand what kind of fucking feelings could pull everyone into the water like this.

He had just fought with those hundred-year-old evil spirits, without Soul Suppression, Xia Ge can be sure that he can't even survive a single move.

This is true for cultivators, let alone ordinary people who have no power to restrain a chicken?

Xia Ge picked up the red-clothed puppet on the ground, pinched its corners, his finger bones turned slightly blue.

Dressed in red, like a wedding gown, Xia Ge lifted the puppet up and met its face.

Xia Ge was stunned.

The owner of the puppet seems to have scribbled at random. Although the mouth is a big curved smile, he drew a pair of crying eyes.

Eyes full of sadness.

Like an electric shock, Xia Ge let go of his hand.

Xia Ge didn't know why, but felt flustered.

System: "...that face is so strange, it's crying and laughing at the same time, weeping with joy, right?"

——No, it's not tears of joy, it's sadness.

For some reason, Xia Ge felt that it was sadness.

Eyes full of tears, but still want to smile, a bright smile.

She moved her lips, but in the end she didn't refute the system's words.

Because she couldn't imagine that Su Chan, who had successfully released a million evil spirits, had any reason to draw this puppet with sad eyes.

The puppet in red clattered to the ground, turned over, and unintentionally opened its clothes, revealing the half piece of talisman paper in its hand.

Only then did Xia Ge notice that the puppet's right hand was pressed against his chest.

And in his right hand, he tightly held the half of the red talisman, and the red talisman was stuck to his chest, looking extremely precious.

like struggling.

It's also like a love that is unswerving until death until it begins to be confused and does not know where to go.

She stood up and suddenly