The world is full of "aura".

But Reiki also has a dark side, this dark side is similar to the poppy, although it has a powerful energy, but once any creature inhales, not only will it not get any benefits, but will gradually die, so it is also called "resentment".

And the one born from the resentment of heaven and earth is a ghost.

It is also known as the "undead" in the West, but no matter what the name, it is a complex of negative energy, fierce, evil, and hateful to all "living" things.

After listening to Shu Xiaoman's explanation of the term, Yang Zhen didn't speak for a long time, and there was inexplicable anger in his heart.

Inexplicably because it is inexplicable, if there is a ghost in the class, it stands to reason that it should be aimed at all talents, why is it just interested in him, Yang Zhen is puzzled.

And the anger is because of inexplicability, no one is hunted down for no reason but feels happy, Yang Zhen asked himself is a good mentality, and has always followed the principle that people don't offend me and I don't offend people, everyone jokes or something harmless, but vendetta for no reason is different.

But who the other party is, where it came from, and what the realm is, these information are still unknown for the time being. Yang Zhen is not an impulsive person, countless dangerous tasks have trained his extraordinary patience, and he knows that some things are not in a hurry.

"I don't know any of that. Shu Xiaoman said, "Although judging from the induction, this ghost level will not be very high, but you have to be careful no matter what the reason." ”

She turned her head sideways, suddenly smiled, and reached out to touch Yang Zhen's head:

"Don't worry so much~ Sister will cover you. ”

Yang Zhen knocked her hand off: "I'm immune to touching the head to kill - and you are also a ten-fold forging body, don't make yourself look like some Northern Xuan Immortal Venerable." ”

He didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said it, the girl immediately laughed proudly:

"Hahahaha~!Tell you, I've broken through!Look!"

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Shu Xiaoman flipped her hand, and countless points of light converged in her palm, and a silver long sword appeared in the points of light, translucent, flashing with a shimmering light.

"What is this?"

"My new skill, Holy Sword!" the girl tilted her head up 45 degrees, her expression proud, "It takes 'Qi Refining One Heavy' to be stimulated." ”

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That night, the world of gray fog.

The transparent table clock pushes the hour and minute hands to the top, and the time is slowly approaching zero.

Yang Zhen watched the change of the grandfather clock for a moment - today at school, he was a little hit by Shu Xiaoman. The four words that were deliberately emphasized were like a hammer, slamming into his chest.

Obviously, a girl who was "forging her body ten times" like herself a few days ago, she had already broken through to qi refining without saying a word, and then she used the magic skill of touching her head and killing you very sisterfully.

As a generation of soldiers, how can a woman climb to the top of her head?

But he didn't even have a way to cultivate!

One million dollars was obtained, but the auction would take more than two months—of course, Yang Zhen didn't have to rely on the auction to buy cultivation exercises, he still had a system. In fact, Yang Zhen didn't have this kind of thought: taking advantage of the fact that there is no truth to repair for two months, he can sign in every day, maybe he will hit the big luck and break through the qi refining or even higher?

But after last night, he was a little scared......

Last night, the sound of things breaking was still in my ears, and I don't know if this "Xiuzhen Auxiliary System" was smashed by my own punch, although the system will break What sounds super blind, but what should be worried will still be worried, isn't it? Who called himself that this system is so unlimited!

Also asked, "Are you annoyed"......

But he won't fix it, and Yang Zhen doesn't know what to do, the only thing he can think of is to confirm whether the function of today's check-in is still normal - as if this can prove that the system is not broken. But it was just a matter of time, so he had been fidgeting all day today.

What if it really breaks?

In the world of cultivators, after all, they still have to rely on their strength to speak, what about the Flying Sword Stream, and what about the Sword Slashing Qingshan? It sounds awesome, but Qingshan is an entity, and the ghost is a pure energy body, who has ever heard that the Flying Sword Flow can deal with ghosts? Brother Kenshin doesn't have the ability to do this!

Yang Zhenyuan was counting on relying on the system to break through the bottleneck of qi refining, maybe he could get some spell to restrain the ghost, even if he didn't, he could break through the bottleneck at least the hope of dealing with that "ghost" was one point greater, but......

Alas~ I don't know if this thing has after-sales service.

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5、4、3、2、1......

"Check in. Yang Zhen said softly, so nervous that his palms were sweating.

Outcome......

Nothing happened.

"It's over!"

Yang Zhen felt that a heart fell into a lake like a stone, and began to sink vigorously and ......

But at this moment!

The gray mist dissipated, the vision abruptly appeared, and the darkness around it began to twist rapidly, as if it had been twisted into a twist by some force. When everything stabilized again, Yang Zhen found himself in a huge underground parking lot.

What's going on?

Yang Zhen was taken aback, but the countless birth-and-death missions still made him quickly calm down. At the moment of danger, the soul of the Soldier King revived in his body, the sprout of that cultivation realm was gone, and Yang Zhen became the Young Soldier King again, as cold as a sword!

In the parking lot, the old fluorescent tubes flickered on and off with eerie fluorescence, the surroundings were dim and faint, there were rows of neat vehicles everywhere, the ground was dusty but completely empty, and it was more terrifying than the dead silence before the zombies appeared in "Resident Evil", a breeze swept by, freezing and biting, like the soul returning.

Yang Zhen suddenly found a long strip on the ground, which looked familiar, he walked over to pick it up, and found that it was actually his own katana.

How did this thing get here?

The situation became more and more weird, Yang Zhen involuntarily clenched the knife, although this is a cheap handicraft bought from a stall, but it is always a good thing to have a weapon for self-defense, especially in this weird and bizarre situation.

The silence in the parking lot was deathly, as if to signal that something was about to appear.

Yang Zhen carried the knife and silently cruised, and only his own footsteps could be heard in the empty parking lot, mixed with his heartbeat, and he was drumming out of exaggerated throbbing.

"What the hell is going on?"

Doubts linger in my mind, and the only thing that is certain now is that it has to do with the system. Because this happened after the check-in, but the system got him here without giving any hints, is it ......

Bug?

Yang Zhen was worried: a system that was obviously signing in to receive the prize actually sent him to such a mysterious place, which seems to be only described as a bug, is the system really broken?

Yang Zhen frowned slightly, thinking about how to go back......

Suddenly!

He stumbled, as if he had tripped over something. He turned around and saw that the culprit turned out to be a black mass that stood out on the clean ground.

This is...... What the?

Yang Zhen vigilantly leaned forward to see what was going on, but suddenly his eyes widened!

He could clearly see the black mass floating into the air, and gradually grew its body, its feet, and its hands—if the claws with their hard, pointed nails could be called hands.

It turned out that I kicked the ......

It's a human head!

Then the "human head" pounced on him.

Invisible gravity was squeezing in all directions, and the thing was so fast that it was in front of me in the blink of an eye, and its face could now be clearly seen.

It was clearly a dead man's face, and I don't know how long it had been dead, with long hair, one eye was missing, and the other had been left and hung crookedly. The two wizened ghost claws were like scissors, quickly closing together.

Yang Zhen's pupils shrank, and he immediately drew his knife and slashed obliquely, he didn't know if this stall would work, but now he could only rely on this.

The murderous aura spread out, and the sword flashed, breaking through the air with a sharp whistling. Swiftly turned the blade into a vague phantom, and all that could be seen was a curved sword light, like a crescent moon in the sky!

Flying Sword Stream - Crescent Moon Slash!

The scars stretched out, picking up a violent semicircle, emitting a dazzling arc of light under the fluorescent lamp, and the hideous and terrifying thing on the opposite side let out a wail as if it came from hell, and was directly cut into two parts.

The faintly visible black qi was peeling away from the severed body, and it sank into the katana in Yang Zhen's hand with a "boom". Yang Zhen suddenly noticed that an extremely cold aura was transmitted to his hand through the hilt of the knife, and then quickly spread throughout his body. This breath was extremely cold, as if it was going to freeze his soul, and Yang Zhen's whole body was frozen in an instant.

Careless!

I can't imagine that there is a future to this thing!

He had nothing to do, and just as he didn't know what to do, the katana in his hand changed again.

It was a change that could not be described in words, because it had not changed at all in appearance, but Yang Zhen had a clear feeling.

It lived.

The originally lifeless steel became aura, and the blade became bright, ghostly and cold, and even faintly visible ripples lit up from the depths of the blade, and then disappeared, and then the red light bloomed at the yuan width, and there was an extra line of runes on the blade.

The cold in his body began to gradually subside, and Yang Zhen gradually found that he could move again. He picked up his katana and found that the stall had completely changed.

It becomes slender and elegant, with a width of 3.2cm, a width of 1.9cm, a blade length of 78.48cm, a knife arc like a poem, the blade body exudes a glow like a pool of water, and there are a few dark words faintly flashing at the width of the yuan:

Onimaru Kunitsuna.

"Onimaru Kunitsuna?"

Yang Zhen had heard of this sword inscription, which was a weapon that only existed in legends, and Hojo Tokimasa used it to behead a ghost in a dream during the Kamakura period, could it be ......

In a flash of inspiration, Yang Zhen suddenly understood a few things:

First, his system is not broken, it sent him here on purpose.

Second, today's sign-in, he did not gain nothing, he received a reward, and the reward is - trial.

Third, the trial is a trial, and only if you pass it will you be rewarded for clearing the customs - he killed the evil ghost, so he obtained the artifact of killing the ghost, but if he didn't pass it......

Thinking of this, Yang Zhen secretly wiped a cold sweat.

The surrounding scene became blurry again, and when everything became clear again, Yang Zhen found himself back in the world of gray fog, the surroundings were still foggy, the table clock above his head was still ticking, and the panel under the bell became:

Repair assistance system.

Name: Yang Zhen.

Occupation: Monk (Forging Ten Weights)

Skill: Flying Edgeworth.

Weapons: Onimaru Kunitsuna.

Checked in today: Yes.

Next check-in time: 18:26:37.

It's late at night when you return to the real world. The crescent moon was miserable, and the light was dim, like the tears in the corners of the female ghost's eyes, covering the world white and miserable.

The whole city is silent, and most of the lights of the buildings are black, and only the windows of the sleepless people are still bright and faintly fluorescent.

Yang Zhen walked to the window, the teaching building in the distance was only a vague outline in the dark night, as eerie as a haunted house, like a silent giant beast, and the door was its big mouth, as if it was going to ...... Ate him.

"In this class, there is a ghost. Shu Xiaoman's words sounded in Yang Zhen's ears again.

He secretly clenched the katana in his hand.