The silver light quickly swept through the air, and several transparent afterimages appeared, and the young man's attack became more and more rapid and intense, and the blade was swept in with water mist, with a vigorous killing intent.

He flashed around the young man at high speed, and the long knife went away at the touch of his body, and with each stroke, the young man's skin cracked a narrow opening, but there was not a trace of blood, but a rich black tobacco.

The young man's body was covered with scars, large and small, and his whole body was now like a broken chimney, billowing black smoke, but his body was constantly healing and reorganizing itself, and he barely maintained this critical point of balance.

He was actually trying to attack, but the young man's speed was too fast, the trajectory of the knife was as smooth as a drizzle of silk thread, without stagnation or flaws, and he was quite patient, never greedy for a single sword, in this case he couldn't even touch the hem of the young man's clothes.

Time was consuming like this, the sky was getting darker and darker, there was no moon in the sky, and thick dark clouds covered everything.

Gu Fangyan cowered in the corner at the end of the alley, he felt that he should call the police, but he didn't know how to explain the situation, to be honest, even he didn't believe what he saw, the two people in front of him were like beasts fighting, every attack was full of killing intent, especially the young man, like a lion out of control, wanting to tear everything he saw to shreds.

To be honest, he should have slipped away a long time ago, but his tutoring materials are still here, if those top students know that all their beloved notes have been lost, even if he is not killed by those two people today, sooner or later he will be flayed alive by the top students.

The battle continued, and the young man's palms were bent into claws and grabbed at the top of the young man's head, and he had been driven to be impatient, and his ferocity was completely exposed.

The young man dodged the attack sideways, and the young man's arm waved very loudly, giving him the best opportunity to attack, only to see him quickly rotate the hilt, the tip of the knife drew a cold arc in the rain, and stabbed the long knife into the young man's chest, and the sharp and narrow blade was sent into the young man's heart, nailing him firmly to the wall.

The world suddenly fell silent, and the figure that was still the buzz of the sword flickered just now, but for a moment it seemed to be all still. It's all about attack and defense between beasts, with every blow killing the enemy and every blow ending the battle in an instant.

"You've wasted my time. The young man stared at him coldly, a few strands of black hair stained on his cheeks by the rain, and his gaze was as cold as the peaks of the Arctic permafrost.

The young man's tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the blow completely pierced his heart, his strength was passing, and his life was passing. But he was actually smiling, and the young man who had been pierced through the heart by the long knife laughed softly. The long and narrow black cracks spread towards his face, his face was like a wall that was gradually crumbling, his facial features were slowly cracking, an invisible force in his body was tearing at his body, his smile was so hideous, but it revealed a bitter mockery.

The young man's hand gripping the hilt of the knife did not dare to relax in the slightest, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just thought it was funny. The young man's face had become terrifying, his right eye socket had been torn by a black slit, and there was a narrow crack at the corner of his mouth that was long and long to the earlobe, which looked like a broken clown mask in the dim light.

"Isn't the life of our ghost meaningless to you exorcists?" he seemed to give up his resistance, looking up at the sky, and through the water-tiled eaves of the alley, he could only see the heavy darkness.

"Pointless. The young man said slowly, "Since it is a ghost, how can there be any life at all?"

The answer was entirely expected, and something in the young man's eyes dimmed, as if the candle had been quietly extinguished in the night.

But the next moment he burst out laughing, hoarse and terrifying, like the devil laughing wildly in flames.

His face was completely distorted, countless sharp black thorns poured out from the cracks in his body, like mushrooms after the rain rapidly breaking through the restraints of the earth, his eyes turned completely blue, and the depths of his eye sockets seemed to ignite two frantically swaying ghost fires.

He was finally "demonized".

After waiting for so long, there is no need to hold on any longer, it is better to set everything on fire and burn this merciless world with endless anger!

The tsunami-like power poured out continuously, the heart was healing at an alarming rate, and the reborn flesh pressed against the long knife, slowly pushing it out of its body.

Without thinking, the young man burst out, drew his long knife, and slashed through the rain into a circle! At that moment, the long knife took on a strange dark golden color, like a lightning bolt that cut through the void.

Now that the target has been demonized, there is no need to show the slightest mercy, he will begin to exorcise demons.

The demonized young man can no longer be called a human, his body is hideous and weird, the pitch-black crystal thorns are like sharp bones that grow backwards to break through the body, the finger bones are twisting and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blade-like black thorns are like the claws of a fierce beast, and the black blood is all over the blood vessels, expanding to the point that it almost bursts.

The young man's long knife and the young man's protruding black thorn tangled into each other, and a string of sparks flowed through the narrow and smooth blade.

The long knife could no longer hurt him, and the damage done to him by slashing at him was nowhere near as fast as his healing. The young man pulled out a spirit talisman from his waist, and the ancient rattan paper outlined a mysterious and hideous pattern with a blood-red liquid, like some evil curse.

Exorcists have never been good people, nor are they entirely on the side of justice, everything is for their own benefit. Sometimes, they symbolize absolute violence, and the kind of ruthlessness and slaughter that can make all the ghosts who confront them fearful.

This man is still too naïve after all, he seriously underestimated the strength of the exorcists, this mysterious and ancient organization has lasted for thousands of years, and for thousands of years they have never stopped hunting down the ghosts lost in the world, and each of their members is the sharpest blade, although they almost never cooperate with each other.

The young man didn't know how many exorcists there were in this world, and he didn't know who they were, he only knew that they were the embodiment of all evil in the world, and the existence of ghosts was itself a sin, an unforgivable sin.

He never felt that the exorcists were a bunch of reckless men who could only wield long knives and slash indiscriminately, and their methods were extremely bloody and bloody. He never felt that as long as he was demonized, he would definitely defeat them, the demonized ghost was a completely depraved ghost, and his life would disappear when he vented wantonly, it was a mortal choice, but he had no choice at all. So he forgot everything and immersed himself in the pleasure of infinite violence.

The young man quickly threw out the spirit rune between his fingers, and the originally thin piece of paper instantly became as sharp as a blade, and the spirit rune drew an orange trajectory, and the blood-colored totem was so bright that it seemed to be burning.

At that moment, a circle of tiny golden runes appeared between the young man's fingers, making a heavy sound like hitting bronze, causing the air to tremble.

The spirit rune slashed across the ghost's shoulder, and the next moment, the originally indestructible flesh and blood were cut off by it, and his right arm fell to the ground, and a thick black mist surged out, as if it was enough to coagulate black blood.

The ghost slaying charm, a sharp weapon with a very violent style, even the demonized ghost, is like an ant under its edge.

The demon roared in pain, and with what little arm he had left, he was flailing and slicing desperately, destroying everything he saw in front of him like crazy, stone bricks and gravel splattering wildly, and the walls were full of hideous cracks.

The pain was so intense that it almost tore apart the only remaining consciousness, and his mind burned brightly, as if he was constantly falling into the abyss, and he could only keep attacking and waving, only then would he not be consumed by pain.

He's laughing, he's fighting, like a devil who has returned to the world.

The young man dodged the ghost's attack with ease, it was the most primitive and wild attack, flawed from head to toe, he dodged flexibly, the dark trench coat danced wildly in the rain, he was agile and light, like an elegant dancer.

If you use the blaster in such a narrow space, it is estimated that both of you will have to burp, and there are some old people living in this area, maybe it will make a big fuss. So while he was dodging, he threw one ghost slashing talisman after another towards the ghost's flaw, and soon the ghost's body was already shattered and fell heavily to the ground.

The power gained after the demonization disappeared, the soul broke free from the body like a tsunami and fled, and the dark blue soul pierced in the rain as if it had life, and it seemed to be dancing in a carnival.

His will was completely dead, and he stared blankly at the ground, watching the rain rush before his eyes.

He wanted to say something, but his face was so tattered that he couldn't make a sound anymore. The exorcist said that the life of a ghost is meaningless, everything is fake, everything is a mirage, like a bubble in the sun.

Indeed, and because of this, they enjoy every moment of the pleasures of the world, wanton and arrogant, and finally become phantoms, disappearing into the sun.

The life of a ghost should be like this, unscrupulous, without concern.

But his mind was now full of the figure of a girl, her long figure, her eyes that seemed to be soaked in sunlight. She also called him and said she wanted to accompany her to the movies, he never liked watching movies, but he liked to be with her, so it didn't matter where she went.

The voice on the other end of the phone was so moving, as if it was heavenly, he listened quietly, forgetting the rain, forgetting everything, but was hit by a stinky boy, and the phone was broken. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt funny, but he no longer had a face to smile on.

He's going to die soon, and there's nothing left.

The young man's body was collapsing and dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had undergone an accelerated process of biological decay.

The manipulated body quickly melted away in the rain, except for the mess and rubble left around it, it was as if nothing had happened here, quietly, only the sound of rain, with endless loneliness.