After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

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Frowning left and right, after listening to the report of the four directions to investigate the little ghost, he reported it to Xie Bi'an worriedly.

Xi Bei, Hao Wan, and Ai Shui each robbed and killed four evil beasts, and Tan Chi alone and one wolf gave birth to five, making a total of seventeen.

But they couldn't hold on anymore.

The strange beasts running from the cave of ten thousand ghosts to the city couldn't move the solid barrier guarded by Western Tanchi and the thousand ghosts, so they went around and entered the city in the remaining direction.

Under the attack from all sides, the greedy ghosts headed by them were injured one after another, and it was hard to continue.

"Thank you sir, we swear to live and die together with Wuwang City!"

Clasping fists left and right, he was ready to replace Tan Chi in the most aggressive West.

But Xie Bi'an raised his hand to stop him.

He looked up at the perfectly round fake sun in the sky, which was still as bright red as it was thousands of years ago.

"There's no need to guard, follow me to the city gate."

After Xie Bi'an finished speaking, he walked towards the gate of the eastern city on his own.

The greedy ghost didn't know his intention, but he had no intention of violating it, so he immediately sent a message to the little ghost to send orders to the four directions, and he and Xie Bi'an walked towards the gate of the eastern city.

Xie Bi'an walked all the way, holding the half-truth and half-fake reward and punishment pen to write and draw in the air, walking all the way, splashing all the way.

Finally arriving at the city gate with the words "Wuwang City" written on it, he stopped and glanced at the large characters on the archway, before flying faintly to the city gate.

Finally got to this point.

Xie Bi'an smiled wryly, and opened the Wuwang book in his hand, his name was written in golden ink on the title page, one stroke at a time, which could not be changed.

He was trapped in this city, and Wuwang City was a prison.

Now, he wants to use this cage to trap other things.

As long as he is dead, he will be able to form a dead spirit with the power of Wuxuan, trap the things that come out of the ground forever in the city, and can no longer cause harm to the world.

And the only one who can kill a ghost king is another ghost king.

Left and right watched in amazement that the ink marks left by Xie Bi'an along the way turned into wreckage everywhere, and Wuwang City became a sea of ​​ghosts and corpses.

Even his own sleeves and skirt were covered with blood-colored plum blossoms.

Xie Bi'an thought of a crime for himself-slaughtering the underworld, the crime is infinite, and he should be able to get Mr. Heiwuchang to personally try and kill him.

The absence of a good soul made his mind not as clear as it used to be, but Xie Bi'an still straightened every strand of his forehead hair and every inch of his clothes so that he could look decent when he saw Fan Wujiu.

After doing this, he quietly ticked off all the names except himself in the innocence book with a reward and punishment pen.

After he dies, let him go and stay.

After finishing these, Xie Bi'an quietly stood on the city gate and waited for Fan Wujiu's arrival.

When the Sifang ghosts rushed over, Fan Wujiu also happened to come under the city gate, and saw the mourners everywhere in Wuwang city.

Xie Bi'an's eyes were already bright red, and he couldn't even see Fan Wujiu's face clearly.

But he could see that the gloomy cloud seemed to be angry, even the muscles in his arms were exerting a slight force.

"All the ghosts obey the order. Anyone who can hurt anyone in the city can cross out the name on the Wuwang book and leave the city freely!" Believing in the situation in the city, he deliberately added a sentence, "Those who disobey the order, beheaded!"

The moment Fan Wujiu flew up to the gate of the city, Xie Bi'an thought, he is such an upright person, now he will be ruthless enough to kill himself.

So the white clothes fell to the gate of the city, ruined without any reason, and death was accomplished.

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The ending is written. After Xie Bian kills seventeen monsters, he will go to the city gate to confront Fan Wujiu.

Zuo Zuo, Tan Chi and others stopped insisting, and let the evil beasts under the tiankeng come out and rush towards the city.

Xie Bian looked back blankly, there was no surprise on Fan Wujiu's face, he already knew the ending.

"What are you afraid of?" Fan Wujiu embraced Xie Bian in the air, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, "It's just an illusion."

If he wants to get to that ending, Xie Bian has to stand on the city gate and face Fan Wujiu who came to kill him.

The Sha in this Shali is none other than Fan Wujiu.

It turned out that what he was most afraid of before his death was Fan Wujiu.

He was afraid that Fan Wujiu would see his evil appearance, he was afraid that Fan Wujiu would hate him, and he was also afraid that Fan Wujiu would show mercy...

Many of his fears come from the impermanence of the black robe under the city.

They used to sit opposite each other for thousands of years, were once intimate, and finally came to the point of facing each other with swords.

If there is a chance, Xie Bi'an doesn't want to go to that world.In this way, he can unknowingly have a youthful friendship for the rest of his life, and only be the city lord.

He also had one regret, that he was not able to stop him in time, allowing Xiao He to escape, failing to get rid of Fan Wujiu's loneliness.

If he is cold all over, how can he hug others in the future?

Xie Bi'an thought a lot before he died, but in the end, after the white clothes fell off, he stayed in the lifeless death.

Fan Wujiu has been contemplated by him for a long time, and he has become the other force in the Shazhong and the Shalord, the Shamo.

And this death evil, only Xie Bi'an himself can break,

"It's just an illusion," Fan Wujiu said again, his chin resting on Xie Bian's shoulder, "I'm here."

In this Sha, not only the Sha Lord is alive, but even the body of the Sha Demon has also entered the Sha.

Several people on the left and right led Zhao Meng to the city gate where the final battle would take place, leaving Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian warm in midair.

Fan Wujiu pulled Xie Bian into his arms, hugged him and fell to the ground, and kissed Xie Bian's lips.

He was always like this, when he couldn't make sense, when he wanted to coax people, he would kiss himself regardless.

Xie Bian thought this way, but gradually got lost in Lao Fan's lips and tongue.

The old hooligan not only kissed, but also massaged Xie Bian's waist pointingly with his palm, as if he wanted to rub the child into his body and soul, take it as his own, and live forever.

Xie Bian's eyelashes brushed Lao Fan's cheeks, as well-behaved as he was.

Fan Wujiu let go of his lips and tongue, kissed his eyelashes and forehead respectively, and exerted some force with his palms in a certain place: "Brother Xie, do you want to relax?"

The place he caressed was so full of hints that Xie Bian couldn't ignore it or pretend not to understand, so he could only quickly withdraw from his embrace: "No...no need."

"Alas..." Lao Fan made a look of disappointment, and said dejectedly, "It seems that my service is not in place, and brother Xie is not satisfied."

Xie Bian blushed, and felt that he didn't mean it when he heard his words. Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, the old hooligan said to himself: "It's okay, I will practice more!"

He never gave up like this, as if he was talking about something great, but Xie Bian's face turned red again, and under embarrassment, he left him and went to find the left and right and they reconciled.

The old hooligan had no choice but to chase after him and howl all the way.

"Brother Xie, I still need your cooperation if I want to practice!"

"Practice makes perfect!"

"Don't forget what brother Xie promised me!"

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Fan Wujiu howled all the way, Xie Bian finally came out of the disappointment that the Shamo he had left behind turned out to be Lao Fan, wishing to block Fan Wujiu's nonsense with one hand, so that the old rascal would hurry up and be quiet come down!

The old hooligan was not ignorant of the general situation, he shut his mouth when he saw Zhao Meng's welcoming figure from a distance, pretended to be serious and followed behind Xie Bian, waiting for the orders of the city lord.

The phantoms of those evil beasts have disappeared, Wuwang City is full of decay, and half of the wreckage on the roadside is drawn by Xie Bi'an.

"Master Xiao Xie is really good at drawing."

Fan Wujiu quietly climbed onto Xie Bian's knuckles and sent a message to him.

He is always like this, he insists on looking for excuses to hold hands and pat his head when he can say something out of thin air.

Xie Bian never tires of trouble, but still refuses to speak in front of other people.

When you go out, you must discuss with Fan Wujiu this problem regardless of the occasion.

To go out, the first thing to do is to return to the nightmare of facing Fan Wujiu.

As he recalled, the black figure outside the city was getting closer and closer.

That man in fresh clothes and angry horse is the young Fan Wujiu.

And behind him is the current Fan Wujiu.

Xie Bian glanced into the distance and behind him, finally convinced that it was just a phantom.

"Xie Bi'an, your crime of slaughtering the underworld is boundless. I am here to take your life by the order of the gods!"

The cold-faced boy shouted at the nothingness above the city gate with his tiger scythe on his back, Xie Bian turned his head and glanced at Fan Wujiu who looked indifferent.

Lao Fan came over and held his hand tightly: "Don't be afraid, what he has, you also have."

After finishing speaking, Fan Wujiu solemnly stuffed the Tiger Sickle into Xie Bian's hand.

"You go to the archway of the city gate, confront him, cut him down, and we can go home."

Fan Wujiu said nonchalantly, as if the boy in black robe was not his past, but just an annoying guy.

Xie Bian hesitated, but did not take half a step.

Lao Fan had no choice but to continue to cheer him up: "He misunderstood you back then and even killed you with his own hands, don't you hate him?"

In the self-examination room, Lao Fan also said the same thing, telling Xie Bian to remember that he killed Xie Bian.

But Xie Bian didn't hate him.

He has already remembered all the past, probably the hatred before death is also the result of the lack of a good soul, and it is not counted.

Looking at the child shaking his head, Fan Wujiu finally softened his heart in compromise: "Can I go up with you?"

It's not good to let him face the past by himself.

Xie Bian nodded, so Fan Wujiu ordered them to guard the city, and took Xie Bian to the archway of the city gate, staring down at the young man in black who broke into the city.

In order for Xie Bian to distinguish himself from the phantom, Lao Fan still maintained his modern attire, with the trench coat fluttering in the dark wind, no different from Lie Lie's black robe.

Left and right, they were still at a disadvantage in fighting against Fan Wujiu from a few years ago, and they were defeated in a short time.

Fortunately, Heiwuchang's target wasn't them. He just looked at the former evil spirit in front of him, and jumped onto the archway without looking back.

The phantoms of Xie Bian and Xie Bi'an overlapped, and only now did he feel that the boy in black robe was watching him.

His eyes were far away, and there seemed to be endless melancholy thoughts. He didn't know how much hard work he had to put in to kill his former sweetheart with his own hands.

Looking at the mourning people below the city, the black-robed boy repeated "slaughtering the hell, the crime is boundless", his eyes seemed to be filled with impatience.

"Xie is standing, please help yourself."

The black-robed boy rushed over with a black scythe, Xie Bian frowned when he saw his appearance.

He couldn't take this as a phantom.

Fan Wujiu kissed his ear: "If you don't want to see it, just close your eyes."

Xie Bian closed his eyes when he heard the sound, and finally swung his scythe towards the past, driven by Fan Wujiu's hands.

The sickle fell heavily, and Xie Bian felt that he had cut the black-robed boy, but the feeling was not the same as when he killed Fengniao just now.

The big palm attached to the back of the hand loosened, and the temperature of the ear pinna dissipated...

Xie Bian opened his eyes in panic, and the tiger sickle cut deeply into the soul of a person, but the face of that person was not a boy...

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