I'm a killer with no emotions

Hunting in black, automatic without wind.

The gloomy white bones floated up slowly and folded towards Ning.

Ning Zhe took half a step back calmly, and a faint blue flame lit up on the fingertips hanging in the sleeve robe.

However, the bones did not make other moves.

She just slowly approached Ning Zhe's face, almost close to him.

Ning Zhe was tense all over, staring at the magnified corpse in front of him.

At such a close distance, he could almost smell the decayed and ancient smell emanating from the bones.

Bai Gu slowly raised a white hand bone and stretched it towards Ning Zhe's face.

The pointed finger bones carried a cold temperature, across Ning Zhe's cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally stopped at the corners of his eyes.

The skeletons collided and creaked, which was extremely harsh in the silent tomb.

Ning Zhe suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes hardened, and he raised his hand to smash it completely.

But Bai Gu raised his hand, and then gently tapped Ning Zhe's eyebrows with that cold knuckle.

Ning Zhe paused suddenly, staring at the terrifying bone in front of him, he froze for a moment.

Bone suddenly retreated.

Its body emitted a dazzling and ominous red light, instantly illuminating the dark tomb.

Ning Zhe was stabbed and subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the white bones had disappeared.

A joint that was as black as black jade floated in the air, emitting a faint red light.

Ning Zhe stretched out his hand, and the bone floated over and landed gently on his palm, dissipating the light.

This should be the remains of the witch god.

Without any effort, he got what everyone in the world coveted.

Ning Zhe raised his hand and touched his forehead that had just been touched, his expression still a little dazed.

He had tested it, and there was no remnant soul in the bones, so the movements of the bones just now should have been affected by the witch lord's obsessions during his lifetime.

He is a descendant of Shangshen's lineage, and the witch master is the unending opponent of Shangshen, so even though the witch master is dead, he still paranoidly wants to kill all of Shangshen's lineage.

It's just that Ning Zhe didn't understand, since he hated Shangshen so much, why did he put the Shinto lotus transformed by Shangshen beside him?

Is it the ridicule of the victor, wanting Shangshen to see himself and Dayue prostrate at the feet of others, or is it the hatred to the extreme that he will not let go of even a single flower?

Ning Zhe couldn't figure it out, nor was he interested.

He just needs to do his job.

Glancing at the Shinto lotus that was still blooming in his hand, Ning Zhe planned to leave.

It's just that such a big bone is hidden on the body, but it is extremely conspicuous.

It would be nice if it could be made smaller.

Just as Ning Zhe was thinking about it, he saw the bone in his hand suddenly move, shrunk and turned into a bone flute with an iron lock.

The body of the flute is only one and a half inches, the color is pitch black, and the material is like black jade. The body of the flute is also engraved with lotus-like patterns, which is surprisingly delicate and beautiful.

Ning Zhe was startled.

The bone flute flew up, and the iron chain passed through Ning Zhe's neck and hung around his neck.

The snow-white frosty skin reflected the pitch-black bone flute, harmonious for no reason.

Ning Zhe's eyes moved slightly, he touched the bone flute, and let it go.

He walked peacefully through the dark tunnel and jumped out of the ancient well.

There was still no one outside.

Everyone in the temple, including Lin Feishuang, gathered by the altar, and no one noticed his movements.

Ning Zhe looked back strangely.

When entering the Boneyard, he clearly felt countless restrictions, both artificially placed by Lin Feishuang, and also in the tomb itself.

Although the power is different, without exception, they are all extremely dangerous.

It's just that for some reason, it didn't start.

He traveled all the way without encountering any obstacles.

Even if it was the restriction on the bones of the witch master, he broke through without much effort, and got the bone flute very smoothly.

It's as if someone gave it to him specially.

Ning Zhe touched the center of his brows, frowned slightly, put on the curtain, turned and left.

On the altar, the last step of casting a spell is in progress.

From a distance, Ning Zhe saw a pillar of blue light rushing straight into the sky, and then turned into countless tiny light spots, which quickly spread around, scattered all over the place before long, and disappeared.

This is a unique tracking spell of the Ghost Witch Clan. The caster uses his lifespan as a payment to sign a contract with the devil, and the demon will help the caster find the person he is looking for.

Those tiny dots of light are the demon's eyes.

This record about tracking spells was read by Ning Zhe from Lin Feishuang's memory.

Of course, he also saw the solution.

Ning Zhe chanted the mantra, and the majestic divine power slowly rose from his feet, wrapping him tightly from head to toe.

The cyan light circled around him, but they didn't dare to approach him, and avoided it from a distance.

Ning Zhe made a tactic, and the barrier made of divine power sank into his body, hiding his breath.

He patted the dirt under his feet again to wipe away some blood, and then walked towards the altar.

Lin Feishuang was standing on the altar, his face pale and his body crumbling.

Big gurgles of blood flowed from his wrist, and dripped onto the grass in front of him full of small blue flowers, staining it bloody.

And those cyan light spots are overflowing from this flower.

Lin Feishuang was very smart, not only dared to make a deal with Qingluan to protect the Lin clan, but also easily recognized Ning Zhe's identity with those clues, and then thought of using him to block the door to seal the demons.

It's a pity that no matter how smart he is, he would never have thought that Ning Zhe could spy on other people's memories.

All the secret calculations in his heart are invisible to Ning Zhe, and all he is doing now is in vain.

Ning Zhe glanced at the weak figure on the altar, then quietly returned to the tree.

He was dressed in black, and he deliberately reduced his sense of presence. Almost no one noticed that he had ever left.

——Except for the seventeenth guard on the tree.

Before Ning Zhe even found his trace, he held his throat against the tree with one hand, and the sharp point of the knife pierced his skin.

A stream of cold blood flowed down the pale skin and dripped from the blade.

With the flickering moonlight, Ning Zhe could clearly see the eyes of the person in front of him.

"Seventeen."

Ning Zhe hooked his lips.

Dark Guard Seventeen covered his face, only showing a pair of sharp eyebrows and eyes.

Ning Zhe could easily recognize this person.

It should be said that anyone who has seen him will never forget it.

——On his eyes, there is a very conspicuous knife mark across from top to bottom.

It was this ferocious scar that ruined his entire handsome and flawless face, like leaving an indelible scratch on the most beautiful jade, which made people feel regretful.

Ning Zhe stared at the scratches on his eyes, and smiled softly: "It's been so long, and the injury hasn't healed yet, it seems that I have hit too hard..."

He sighed, but continued to laugh and said, "At that time, your eyes should have been completely destroyed."

Shi Qi was unmoved, just staring at his unrecognizable face, and said coldly, "What are you doing at the Boneyard?"

Ning Zhe let out a soft snort, "It seems that Ning Zhi has already found out that I'm not dead. Why, your new master sent you to kill me?"

The dark guard Seventeen did not speak, but glanced him up and down, then set his gaze on the bone flute around his neck, and reached out to touch it.

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped forward suddenly, put his arms around his neck on tiptoe, exhaled lightly on his neck, and said in a soft voice, "Seventeen, answer my words."

His movements were too fast, and the Seventeenth Dark Guard had no time to withdraw his knife, so he had to loosen his hand holding the knife so as not to hurt Ning Zhe.

The dagger fell on the grassy ground with a muffled sound.

Ning Zhe looked down, with a smile on his face, and with a slight force on his hand, he turned around suddenly with the guard Seventeen, and pushed him against the tree.

"You can't beat me."

Ning Zhe leaned against him, put his finger on his heart and stroked it lightly, his tone was soft and cute as if acting like a spoiled child.

The dark guard Seventeen knew that he was thinking about how to use that hand to pierce his heart, so as to prevent himself from reporting to Ning Zhi.

Ning Zhe clearly used himself as a bait just now to force him to let go.

He was sure that he would not hurt him, so he was so confident.

He knew it clearly, but he still bit the bait he cast without hesitation, turning himself into a fish caught in the net.

Dark Guard Seventeen glanced at the bone flute hanging around his neck, and said in a cold and firm tone, "You went to the burial ground and took away the bones of the witch master."

Ning Zhe narrowed his eyes, "Are you following me?"

Seventeen did not deny it.

When he lurked into the sacrificial temple, he happened to see Ning Zhe leaving quietly, so he followed with his breath hidden.

Ning Zhe entered the burial ground almost without hindrance, but the secret guard Seventeen was stopped at the mouth of the well, and he couldn't get in even after trying his best.

He had no choice but to go back to the tree and wait for Ning to come back.

Ning came back quickly, and there was no change on his body, except for a bone flute around his neck.

He could vaguely guess what the bone flute was.

But to be honest, it wasn't really a big deal, at least, it had nothing to do with his mission.

The seventeenth guard of the dark body still showed up and pressed Ning Zhe.

But whether it was for his master or just for himself, the Seventeenth Secret Guard couldn't tell.

"It is indeed the remains of the witch master."

Ning Zhe readily admitted it, and raised his lips again, smiling brightly: "So what, you are afraid that I will cause trouble for Ning Zhi when I go back, and you want to kill me here?"

The dark guard Seventeen looked at Ning Zhe's face engraved with the word "slave", and did not answer his words, but asked abruptly, "Who did it."

Ning Zhe didn't follow his words and was stunned for a moment.

He quickly realized that he raised his head and glanced at him, the corners of his lips curved: "You want to avenge me?"

The seventeenth guard was silent.

Ning Zhe stared at him with those dark eyes, and smiled softly: "Seventeen, if you can't avenge me, don't ask."

"I will never betray my master."

The Seventeenth Dark Guard said this coldly.

Ning Zhe's eyes flickered, and he suddenly took a step back and let him go.

"Let's go, someone at the altar has already become suspicious, you can't take the remains from me."

Then he turned and walked out of the shade.

The dark guard Seventeen stared at his back, his eyes were foggy, cold and ruthless.

"Ning Zhe, one day, I will kill you with my own hands."

Ning Zhe paused slightly, turned around and looked back, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "I'm waiting."

Back at the altar, Lin Feishuang just finished casting the spell and fell to the side.

Ning Zhe took a step forward and supported him.

Qingluan stared at his hand holding Lin Feishuang's arm, narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly felt a little intrusive.