The Ghost King's howl came to an abrupt end, but it wasn't dead.

Old man Jia's position, there are many ghosts, with my joining, cruelly tearing apart one ghost thing, so that his soul is scattered, in my opinion, it is normal, but it provokes Old Man Jia's defense.

I have long lost my normal reason, and he must know this, keeping his distance from me, but he is worried that I will accidentally hurt me, after all, my current state is terrifying, and I can easily kill him.

After a few minutes, the ghosts dispersed as birds and beasts, because the ghost king's vital signs disappeared, and the deterrent power was not there, so it was naturally impossible for the ghosts to sell their lives anymore.

There was an evil smile on the corner of my mouth, and the cold smile made Old Man Jia have goosebumps all over his body, and his body exploded.

Old man Jia grabbed the Fang Tian Painting Halberd inserted in a piece of rubble, and gently stroked it with his palm, the scars on it miraculously recovered as before, and Fang Tian's Painting Halberd was held in his hand and made a defensive state.

I just smiled coldly on the side, and didn't attack Old Man Jia, which may have surprised him.

With a teleportation-like speed, he came straight to the Ghost King, and pulled out the magic knife with force, and the demonic qi was scattered in all directions, and the rich one could not be dissolved.

Raise your hand and place it in the center of the ghost king's eyebrows, this is the instinct after demonization.

Invisible to the naked eye, a trace of strange energy, along my arm into my body, if you really care about what this thing is, it is not an exaggeration to call it soul power, what I am doing at this time is to absorb the source of the power of the ghost king.

Ghost is a kind of weak energy body transformed after death, and the weak energy body will have a certain field after the accumulation of years and the increase in strength, such as the commonly known ghost hitting the wall, ghost pressing the bed and other real encounters.

At this time, ghosts can no longer be called ghosts, at most they are a new kind of life, and from the perspective of human beings, they are indeed terrifying creatures.

As for becoming a ghost king, there is no end to it, but there is one thing you need to know.

Every soul that can be called a ghost king must have gone through a long period of accumulation and cultivation, and its strength is strong enough to cause boundless storms in the human world and cause unparalleled destructive power.

The appearance of every ghost king is not accidental, where are the most ghosts?

It must be the underworld, so the problem is, the souls that can become ghost kings, each one has its own dignity and arrogance, and it is almost impossible for ordinary people to ask them to help.

The answer is self-evident, the underworld wants to deal with me.

……

Accepting the behemoth memory in the ghost king's soul, Rao I lost my normal reason at the moment, and I really couldn't bear it, and it took half an hour to suppress the painful feeling of headache.

After this trouble, I unexpectedly returned to normal, the black pupil of my right eye was gradually enveloped by golden brilliance again, and the breath of hope was like a new grass after the rain, full of vitality.

Thinking back on all the crazy things I did in the short hour, a shadow unnaturally filled my heart.

Being completely controlled by demonic nature, although it has increased my strength by more than one level, but at the same time, it has made me deeply understand that if I want to rely on myself and break free from that chaotic and bloodthirsty consciousness, the difficulty is comparable to that of mortals who want to fly to the sky.

From the bottom of my heart, I decided that I would never easily hide my eyes of hope until I had to, and would rather let the divine side control myself.

Old man Jia may have felt that my body was no longer filled with a cold and desperate aura, and galloped towards me with a half-believing attitude.

"Lord-sama?!" shouted tentatively.

I looked up at him, my eyes were no longer pure black pupils, but black and gold, and I seemed to hear a heavy sigh of relief from the bottom of Old Man Jia's heart.

"Old man Jia, let's leave quickly. ”

This place has suffered extreme damage, the ground has been turned over and over, the foundation has long been destroyed, the geology has been completely destroyed by us, and it is difficult to explain if you don't go anymore.

Old man Jia nodded faintly, and the first rush left the place, followed by me.

……

Clothing street, Buddhist utensils shop.

Everything seems to be back to square one, I am still an 'ordinary' student who has just come here to buy something after self-study in the evening.

After returning to this place, I was the same god and demon, and I unconsciously returned to my original state, really unconsciously, without feeling the slightest change, and when I came back to my senses, I had returned to my human appearance.

Old man Jia crossed Erlang's legs, smoked a cigarette stick, and slowly exhaled thick smoke, and everything became a lot more blurry.

I even thought in a trance that everything I had just done was just a dream, or maybe call it my hallucination.

"Lord Mozi, do you think everything is very mysterious? It's not real?!" Old man Jia didn't know when, he had already put down his cigarette stick, and his face was full of wrinkles.

Just as he was about to answer, a woman walked out of the back room, dressed not like a human in this era, as if she had just walked out of history from the Republic of China era.

However, the dress on her body is very contradictory.

"The grace of Lord Mako is unforgettable. ”

Old man Jia stood up suddenly, bent down solemnly towards me, and when he looked up again, I caught the excitement in those vicissitudes of old eyes.

I was still a little stunned, still in the process of reminiscing about the experience just now, and my expression was slightly sluggish for a while.

"Mako-sama, it's getting late, it's time for you to go home. ”

Just when I was about to get out of my mind, Old Man Jia gave an eviction order, and at that time, I scolded him in my heart instantly.

He lit a cigarette angrily, glared at Old Man Jia angrily, and walked out of the Buddhist utensils shop without looking back.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I had just taken a puff of cigarette when the phone rang.

The caller ID is Gao Wen's phone.

"Hello?"

There was only a terrible atmosphere of silence on the phone, and I scratched my hair a little speechlessly.

"Wow...... I thought you didn't want me anymore!"

Suddenly, there was a crying sound on the other end of the phone, which made me feel inexplicable, and I started crying.

"Why don't I want you anymore? What stupid words, even if I don't want you, I will make you clearly understand why, let alone ...... How can I be willing to leave you? After a patient explanation, Gao Wen on the other end of the phone stopped crying, which made me feel quite ashamed.

"People, people have called you more than a dozen times, and you don't answer any ......"

The resentment in these words is quite deep, but I am not only comforting or comforting, it is not suitable to talk to her about everything that happened before, and after a few words of comfort, until Gao Wen no longer makes a nasal voice, I ended the conversation with a good night.

The smoke burned to the end, looking up at the dark and mysterious night sky, and the bright moon that seemed to be endless and far away.

With a slight sigh, he re-lit a cigarette and set off home. (To be continued.) )