Chapter 82: The Ghost Slayer Finally Turns Into a Ghost

The top of Ghost Mist Mountain.

The intersection of yin and yang.

The blood moon is coming.

Yi Lin raised her head, at the edge of the sky, there was only a faint ray of the sun left.

The blood moon above the head completely occupied the sky.

At first glance, it seems that the blood moon is all over the eyes, and there is a sense of sight that the moon is falling to the ground.

The transfer of heaven and earth is nothing more than that.

"Shut up!"

The whispers in Yi Lin's ears fell silent for a moment at the moment Yi Lin yelled, and then continued to whisper crazily.

The air around was cold, and the sea of ​​flowers scattered all over the ground was no longer as gorgeous and beautiful as it was at the beginning.

Looking down from the sky, a huge palm print was deeply imprinted on the top of this mountain.

It was as if a giant slapped this "skull head" for life, turning the flat head into a concave head.

Or the kind that slapped very hard.

And in the "slap pit", a one-armed old man lay in the center with three limbs curled up.

"Huh? This posture is somehow familiar."

I can't remember for a while.

It seems to be the death pose of a man named Ya what tea.

Saw it on TV.

Childhood Enlightenment Anime.

Hmm... forgot.

Yi Lin will not be able to remember for a while, and will not think about it anymore.

He slowly floated down from mid-air.

Stay beside Nie Xiu.

At the moment of landing, Yi Lin's body shook slightly.

His face became a little paler.

Yi Lin had no expression on his face, he looked at Nie Xiu who was lying on his side.

Nie Xiu is not dead.

Yi Lin didn't kill her either.

Nie Xiu, on the other hand, remained motionless as if he was dead, his eyes were lifeless, and he stared indifferently ahead.

If you distinguish carefully, Nie Xiu's pupils have no focus at all, as if he has lost his soul.

The "whispers" in Yi Lin's ear moved more crazily with the massive consumption of psionic energy, as if to completely take away Yi Lin's sanity.

His mind was filled with all kinds of crazy distracting thoughts, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Is it too much consumption..."

Yi Lin suddenly looked at the place between the two graves, the place that seemed to have been moved by the ground, and she knew it clearly.

Everything is hidden there.

That place is the root of it all.

A secret that Nie Xiu desperately wanted to protect.

"Is there anything else to say?"

Yi Lin ignored Nie Xiu and walked between the two graves.

Nie Xiu had given up resisting now, and he didn't even look at Yi Lin. He just lowered his head and squeezed out a hoarse voice from Nie Xiu's mouth.

"You... are you a new ghost hunting technique?"

Yi Lin didn't look back.

keep going.

It wasn't until he came between the two graves that he replied slowly: "Just take it as it is."

"You...cough cough cough..."

Before Nie Xiu could say a word, he suddenly coughed violently.

He spat out mouthfuls of black blood.

After a while, Nie Xiu continued: "In the past ten years, countless ghost hunters have come to this mountain."

"oh?"

While listening, Yi Lin took out the ancient Xiao Shisan brand knife, used it as a shovel, and dug up the soil one by one.

Facing Yi Lin's movement, Nie Xiu trembled slightly while lying in the slap pit, but he didn't stop him.

Also... Powerless to stop.

Yi Lin continued to plan, plan and plan.

Small mounds soon formed around it.

Nie Xiu continued: "There are other ghost hunters like you...and finally found here."

"And then they all died by your hands?"

Not surprised, Yi Lin asked back.

"..."

Nie Xiu did not admit it.

But he didn't deny it either.

"Where's the body?"

"Push it down.

"

Nie Xiu's tone was calm, neither happy nor sad.

"Oh, and then turned into a ghost?"

"..."

Under Yi Lin's "shovel", the soil gradually hardened and became more difficult to dig.

Yi Lin was not in a hurry, chatting with Nie Xiu while digging.

It's just that Yi Lin's expression seemed calm, but in the depths of her heart, countless crazy distracting thoughts poured out uncontrollably.

There seemed to be countless crazy voices, laughing, neighing, weeping, and raving in his ears.

Yi Lin couldn't even tell which side she was on now.

The intersection of yin and yang.

Yang...or Yin?

It seems that under this shovel, there is a strange existence, and as Yi Lin digs down, it becomes more violent and mysterious, and it chooses to eat people.

Yi Lin was suddenly very fortunate that her will attribute was high enough to be resistant to negative effects.

Otherwise, he might have been tormented mad by the crazy whispers before the mysterious things under the mud were dug out.

Nie Xiu was even more shocked.

He really wanted to say that even if he didn't kill those ghost hunters, they would definitely not be able to dig out "that thing".

That's ominous.

No one can resist that kind of "ominous".

But Nie Xiu found that Yi Lin was digging like a normal person, digging shovel after shovel, seeing that the digging got deeper and deeper, and the pile of soil dug out beside him was getting higher and higher.

"Then can you bear it?"

Nie Xiu thought so in his heart.

"Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi, who are you?"

Erin continued to ask.

"Hongxiu...is my daughter...Xiaoyi, my apprentice. They used to be ghost hunters."

"Xiaoyi is your granddaughter?"

Yi Lin was a little curious about this.

"No..." Nie Xiu shook his head: "After a person becomes a ghost, he will lose all his memories."

oh--

Yi Lin roughly understood.

Sudden--

Erin made a move.

My whole body was stiff.

Nie Xiu laughed.

His complexion gradually turned blue.

The slightly opened mouth gradually protruded two slender fangs.

Even the cloudy left eye was gradually glowing with blood.

"Boy, you are very smart..."

"But you only guessed one thing wrong..."

"My arm was not chopped off by Hongxiu..."

"The person who cut off this arm is the old man himself!"

"If you don't cut off your arm, how can you resist that terrible 'crazy'..."

Nie Xiu knew that everyone would die here.

He only hoped that Hongxiu and Xiaoyi could escape from this cursed land as he had planned, even if it was...

Live as a "ghost"!

Except for Xiaoyi and Hongxiu, everyone... must die!

Everyone will be completely swallowed by this mountain!

"Hey hey..."

Nie Xiu smiled coldly. In the slap hole, the joints of the three limbs twisted and he stood up slowly.

Those eyes turned completely blood red.

Nie Xiu...became a ghost!

The ghost slayer turned into a ghost after all!

"Lie back, old man."

laugh--

A broken knife appeared silently and passed through Nie Xiu's back.

After Pan Zhengyi applied "ghost oil" on his left shoulder, he successfully stopped the bleeding and finally stopped the decline in his health.

In the blink of an eye, Nie Xiu, the once famous and legendary ghost hunter, turned into black ash and sprinkled on the top of Ghost Mist Mountain.

"Cut, is it D-level?"

Pan Zhengyi narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

To get rid of the old ghost hunter who turned into a ghost, Pan Zhengyi held up his knife and looked at the stiff back in front of him, with a dangerous light in his eyes.

Just when Pan Zhengyi hesitated.

After a few seconds, Yi Lin let out a long breath of relief.

With the fastest speed, something was stuffed into the storage space.

In an instant, all the whispers disappeared completely.

Yi Lin's face was pale, but she turned her head with a smile: "Now, it's your turn. Are you... Pan Zhengyi?"

"Yes and no."

Pan Zhengyi put away the knife.

"To make it easier to distinguish, call you Xiao Pan?"

The corner of Pan Zhengyi's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

"Big Pan?"

Yi Lin is very confident about her taste in naming.

The corners of Pan Zhengyi's eyes twitched again.

"Then Xiao Yiyi?"

"..."

"Pan evil?"

"..."

"Smart?"

"..."

"Pan Xiaozheng?"

"Okay, just Pan Xiaozheng."

Pan Xiaozheng immediately said that he was afraid that the "named waste" in front of him would say something difficult to hear again.

...

...

The blood moon is coming!

When Li Changge and Wen Manni returned to the village.

The village is in ruins.

Oda Mai was alone, standing in the middle of the village.

She has a knife in her hand.

The long knife stood obliquely beside Oda Mai.

Oda Mai turned his back to the two of them, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, with awe-inspiring and inviolable power all over his body.

The village was deserted.

It was silent.

Like... a dead village.