Back at the tent where Yan Yue returned, the night sky was already full of stars, and a broken bright moon hung on the hill in the distance.

It's almost late autumn, and there isn't even a small jumping insect in the mountains and forests, oh no, to be precise, only Yan Yue has no place in this realm.

The little fat soldier held half a jar of wine and sat outside the tent of Yan Yue and dozed off.

It was quiet, and everything looked like it was last night.

But this was already covered with a strange shadow color around him, and I secretly glanced at Yan Yue's expression, and found that he was also frowning at the moment, and his face was displeased.

The atmosphere around here was very strange, like the danger lurking in that quiet environment.

The coarse man is completely unaware of it, just like the little fat man, who is obviously in danger at hand, but he can still sleep with a wine jar.

Yan Yue pretended to be casual, opened the curtain of the tent, and strode inside with his hands behind his back.

I followed behind him, and I could probably sense the abnormalities that were gradually occurring around me, so I didn't speak, just followed him silently.

The moment the curtain of the tent behind him was lowered, the solemn atmosphere outside the whole tent lit with yellow candles fell in vain.

I was secretly amazed, but my eyes were drawn to a long sword hanging from a weapon clip.

The appearance of the sword was very peculiar, the scabbard was wrapped in bronze leather, and it was impossible to see what the sword body looked like.

In this way, from a long distance, I could clearly feel the strong sword intent emanating from that sword.

He just put it there quietly, confirming that the person who was close couldn't help but feel the cold hair standing on his body.

I sighed to myself, how many people did that sword have to kill to have such a heavy grudge.

I silently looked away, sin, sin!

Yan Yue obviously didn't realize the existence of the sword, and still sat on his wooden couch still, took the book in his hand and flipped through it.

Now I was a little away from him, and I couldn't see what the book he was holding looked like or what its name was.

I only knew that the guy went straight to the desk as soon as he came in, and without even hesitating, he picked up the book and kept flipping through it, looking and looking very serious.

I've been with him for a day today, and we've spent enough time together, and at the moment the two of us don't have anything to say or want to do together.

The two of us are like this, silently doing our own things, he reads the book, and I read the sword.

I stared at the inner sword for a long time. The more I looked at it like this, the more I felt that a sword was not simple, it exuded a breath-inspiring energy from the inside out, and it was always tempting to summon me close to it and pull it out.

Looking at him for a long time, my mind gradually became a little unfirm, originally this kind of thing with aura, we can't be in contact with ghosts for a long time.

Sometimes the evil aura of the sword spirit can slaughter ghosts and gods, and this is the most important thing that the judge explained to us when we first took office.

At that time, I especially looked down on this kind of sword spirit, and I thought that if I was a ghost arranged by the Netherworld, I would be superior to them.

And in my eyes, they are just like those goblins and ghosts who are a little more powerful than Dao cultivation, and they are not to be afraid in most aspects.

When the original little black had not yet stepped down, he and I had also come into contact with a few sword spirits who were more profound, and at that time, with the enthusiasm of the two of us, which time was not the obedience of those arrogant sword spirits.

But this time the situation is different, I am now alone, maybe not next to me, and this sword spirit is indeed much better than the ones I have encountered before.

He was able to observe him in such a short period of time. There is such a powerful summoning nature. It shows that the souls of the dead who have accumulated on this piece must be difficult to count.

After all, resentment also needs to accumulate bit by bit, and it can get to this point that a ghost is a little uneasy, and even a little less determined, he will be confused by it, which should not be underestimated.

"This sword on your shelf is very peculiar!"

I finally couldn't help but talk to Yan Yue, and the two of us had been working for about half a day and hadn't spoken.

I thought he was the one who begged me to speak to him, but I couldn't resist my curiosity and the urge to know the origin of the sword.

I finally didn't get past that damn desire to win, and I was the first person on both sides of the fight to speak, and in some ways, I lost.

However, since I can know the news of this ancient sword, I have thought about it again and again, and I feel that it is still not a loss.

Next, I waited quietly for the answer to be given.

But the thing that made me most angry also happened, as if the guy didn't hear it, he still did his own thing, and didn't listen to my words at all.

I watched him for a long time, and when I saw that he didn't have anything, and I wanted to answer my thoughts, my heart suddenly felt like a basin of cold water, and the fire that had just been lit was suddenly poured with ashes.

This is infuriating, how can I have such a bad person? Don't you boast that you know my identity? Well, now I don't dare not answer what Lord Ben asks him, be careful that I take him away now!

These words were originally just in my heart, and I just wanted to vent my anger. The guy in his research institute seemed to have a mind reading technique, and he was stunned to guess the words I was thinking about just now.

He couldn't let go of the scroll and said: "It's useless for you to scold me, if you want to take me away, don't even think about it, it's inside and outside." My father woke up as a master. If you don't have me by your side, you should think about how you will live and get out of here!"

Yo. Isn't he threatening me? He can underestimate Lord Ben, who am I? I'm a white and impermanent person, and I am in a hurry to come down and go in a hurry, can I still be threatened by someone like him?

I stiffened my neck, disdained to talk to him, thinking that I would threaten me and not find some good reason, and anyone could think of these perfunctory prevarications, without a little creativity.

Gradually, this stiffness persisted. I was a little stunned. After all, standing around this ancient sword for a long time, he had a great influence on me.

At first, there was no problem, but later, slowly, all my spiritual powers and six senses were opened.

I could actually feel the cry of resentment from that ancient sword.

The old ghosts who died on it, their hoarse cries, and their scrambling to lie in my ear, tell their grievances and unwillingness.

It's just a momentary change. It's like the whole person has fallen into a sea of whispers. Everyone was whispering in my ear, I could catch a blurry byte or two, and I wanted to keep listening, but I couldn't get anything, a real word.