The sword unsheathed with a sharp crunch, like the echo of a small hammer striking a tuning fork. However, nothing unusual happened, as soon as the pitch-black sword body was exposed to the air, it was immediately covered with a layer of hoarfrost faster than Sue Yang himself.

Sueyang's face turned dark, and what about the secret weapon at the bottom of the box? Isn't this just an ordinary broken iron sword? No, if you look closely, it's actually a knife, not so much a sword as a ritual knife that Sueyang has ever seen. However, whether it is a sword or a ritual sword, not only does this thing not have a unique light like the legendary artifact, but it is not like the holy sword in the anime that can make ghosts surrender as soon as it is pulled out, and it is even particularly embarrassing to freeze first.

Sueyang's action of raising the long knife obviously surprised the dry corpse in front of him, and its movements were obviously much slower, but the distance between it and Sueyang was getting closer and closer, and Sueyang could already smell the monster in the cold air.

His hands trembled and he held the hilt of the long knife, and now the only life-saving straw had proven himself to be an out-and-out waste, as the distance between the dried corpses got closer and closer, the ring on Sueyang's hand began to emit a faint light, but as the pitiful qi in Sueyang's body was quickly consumed, the light of the ring also dimmed.

"None of them work! Isn't this going to kill me?" Suo felt the qi in his body be consumed, and the biting cold began to gradually penetrate every inch of his skin, and the boundless sleepiness came like a tidal wave. It turned out that the reason why he was not disturbed by the trapped intention was because of the protection of qi. But now he has no last defense, and in front of his eyes is the pale palm.

The palm of his hand stopped at the tip of Suo's nose, and the dry corpse opened its broken mouth and let out a strange "cluck" sound from its shriveled throat. Sue Yang tried his best to step back, but the soft and comfortable back of the chair behind him was now like hard steel, and Sue Yang wanted to rub his whole body into this chair back.

"Is anyone still awake?" the woman's voice cut through the silent bus, causing the frightened Suio to regain consciousness a little, and then the dried corpse in front of him was thrown towards the front of the car like a rag as if it was being grabbed by a huge force, and a large black cloak smashed through the window and was thrown out of the car.

Suio gasped and looked up to meet a pair of blood-red pupils. The reason why the palm of the dried corpse stopped at the tip of Sueyang's nose just now was because the woman grabbed its cloak behind the dry corpse, and it was also the woman who casually threw the monster 2 meters tall out of the car.

However, Sueyang's heart beat faster, and the fear that this woman brought to him was better than that of the monster before him, not to mention the blood-like pupils staring at him like an abyss.

Under the gaze of these pupils, Sue Yang found that every muscle was as heavy as pressing Tarzan, and he was completely unable to move.

The woman's body was hidden under the black cloak, and her waist-length silver hair was smoothly draped behind her back, and she looked at Sue Yang condescendingly like an empress, her skin revealing a sickly pale, but there was a very strange charm that made Sue unable to take her eyes off her blood-red eyes.

"It's really not as good as the generation. The woman leaned over and reached out and grasped the hilt of the ritual knife in Sueyang's hand, her expression so intoxicated that Sueyang snatched the knife from her hand almost without any resistance. The woman raised the knife in front of her, her eyes looking at the jet-black blade as black as iron.

When her eyes were withdrawn, Sueyang's body was light, and the unique attraction also faded, Sueyang remembered that Fenglong had said that he must not lose this knife, so he had to reach out and take the knife back from the woman's hand, but the woman didn't look at Sueyang, but just slapped Sueyang's chest with her left hand.

The great force is heavier than Qianjun, it is really hard to imagine that such a slender jade palm can have such a powerful power, Sue Yang was thrown back to the seat by this slap like a fly, and he was horrified to find that the nerves in his whole body were paralyzed by the shock.

"Suzaku, Suzaku, I think of your master 600 years ago. The woman said faintly, her voice like a ghost imprisoned in the abyss underground, full of nostalgia and regret.

"Boy, didn't the person who gave you this knife tell you how to use it?" the woman glanced at Sue, who was slumped in her seat, and didn't even give Sueyang a straight look, all her attention was on the ritual knife she called Suzaku.

Sue Yang couldn't answer, but at the front of the car behind the woman, the rag-like dry corpse stood up again, this time the monster seemed to be enraged, two faint blue lights lit up in the hollow pupils, and the whole body made a clicking bone popping sound.

"Qi, your weapons are all activated with qi, this is your way of fighting, and it is also your means of fighting against the world, you can't even use qi, it really tarnishes the name of 'Fenglong'. The woman sneered.

At this moment, the dried corpse at the front of the car let out a scream, and the whole corpse rushed back into the bus like an arrow through the hole in the front window of the car, this time it changed its target, and moved quickly like the slow thing before, only hitting the woman's back.

The woman smiled evilly, and the charm that was condensed like substance almost made Suio dizzy, and then the woman turned and placed Suzaku in front of her, right between herself and the flying corpse. The strange chill carried by the dry corpse this time was all concentrated on this woman, and the clumps of ice flowers spread towards this woman.

The woman had that evil smile on her face, a vermilion bird as black as night in her hand, and her blood-red eyes full of contempt and majesty.

Her red lips opened lightly, but the words were like thunder, and Suo Yang wondered if there was a problem with her ears, because this woman was still using English when she spoke to herself just now, except for the Chinese words "qi" and "Suzaku" used Chinese pronunciation, she still used English, but this time every word she spit out was Chinese with a round tone, but the tone and tone were somewhat unique, which was not like the strange tone when foreigners spoke Chinese, nor like the local dialects of Chinese.

It was a poem, a command, a will, and the words and tone alone could make people tremble and fear.

"Suzaku, banned!"

Like the wrath of the Son of Heaven who ambushed millions of corpses, all beings shook under the command.

An invisible aura radiated from the woman's body, this aura was invisible but qualitative, Moyang bore the brunt of it, and was shocked by this aura, only to feel that his limbs and bones were all stretched, and the paralysis receded like a tide.

The ice flower that spread towards the woman was firmly confined by this aura to a meter outside of her, and she could no longer move an inch.

Sue Yang looked at the back of the woman's silver hair in surprise, and the sound of heavy breathing came from this small space.

The sound of breathing was like a bell, and like the bellows of a sword, it stirred again, and the whirring wind echoed in the narrow carriage, in which there was a desolate beast hidden, and this giant beast had just woken up.

It's so easy to find, or when the beast is just baring its fangs, no one can ignore it. The "Suzaku", the ritual knife that was as black as the night, was now like breathing, and the blade lit up with dark red lines, like a red-burned blade.

And the huge breathing sound came from this instrument knife, the blade of the knife continued to light and dark, just like breathing, every time it was bright and dark, the blade became brighter and brighter, as if the blade was constantly absorbing oxygen in the air, and then the sleeping bird spread its wings.

Blazing as the sun, the originally pitch-black blade now emitted a bright orange-red fire in a few breaths, and the entire blade was as hot and bright as if it was still calcined in a forge, and the heavy heat wave was like a galloping iron hoof, crushing the surrounding ice flowers and frost together.

A look of horror appeared on the face of the dried corpse, and the shriveled and broken old face distorted with horror. Undead creatures are not afraid, and only the bright sun can give them the color of fear that is forgotten with death.

There is no way back, there is no way back, the woman's skin is as white as snow under the light of the Suzaku, without blood, but the dazzling charm is getting heavier and heavier, the woman takes a half-step forward leisurely, the blade of the Suzaku draws a straight trajectory in the air, no fancy, no superfluous movements, but the precision is like surgery, decisive like a soldier cutting off the head, Suzaku was accurately stabbed by the woman into the eyebrows of the dried corpse, and the bright and blazing blade pierced out from the back of the head of the dried corpse.

The blue light in the eyes of the dried corpse was extinguished instantly, and the entire dried corpse turned into white ashes and fell from the blade in a matter of seconds like a smoldered skeleton, as if the dried corpse spontaneously combusted everywhere at that moment.

The woman turned around and reached out to snatch the scabbard in Sueyang's hand, Suzaku let out a sharp chirp, it was really as majestic as the legendary Chinese divine beast, the orange-red blade quickly dimmed, and quickly disappeared with the terrifying heat, and the woman put the sword into the sheath like a cloud, and the divine weapon fell silent again.

"I'll take this knife with me, if you want to come back, let this generation of Fenglong come to me, with him inheriting the name of Fenglong, it shouldn't be difficult to find me. The woman snorted coldly without disobedience, and she didn't give Sue a chance to speak during the whole process. After saying this, the woman held the Suzaku in her hand and slowly walked out of the bus through the front door of the bus. After the corpse died, the surrounding fog began to gradually dissipate, and the bloody remnant sun began to shine back into the bus, and the woman's back gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

At this time, Suo took a long breath, and his body gradually regained consciousness. Although the woman's aura dispelled the paralysis of his body, the strange charm and heavy sense of oppression still suppressed him after the woman left, and it was not until the woman's figure completely disappeared that Sueyang had time to recover.

The first thing Suo did was to find his phone.

"Yo, Young Man Lin, have you managed to get out of trouble? Sure enough, my expectations for you are correct, is the knife at the bottom of the box very useful? I forgot to tell you, that knife needs to be activated with gas, it is called Suzaku, but it is a very powerful weapon~" Fenglong's excited voice came from the other end of the microphone from the moment it was connected.

Sueyang is holding his mobile phone, is this knife really called Suzaku?

"Actually, someone snatched the knife. Sueyang said timidly.

"Shenma!?You loser!!Didn't you say that the knife was lost for me even if you died?"

Sueyang hurriedly trembled and told Fenglong what had just happened to Fenglong from beginning to end.

Unexpectedly, when he heard the silver-haired and red-eyed woman, Feng Long was silent on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then said: "I know this matter, I will deal with it, this matter must be kept secret, otherwise when you return to China, I will settle your new and old hatreds." When he said this, Fenglong's tone was very cold, not like a joke. Sue Yang couldn't help but shudder.

"Just kidding, just remember to keep it a secret. Fenglong's voice suddenly became lighter, as if he really wanted to deliberately scare Moyang just now.

"That, Brother Feng, after returning to China this time, I want to quit, is it okay?" Sueyang asked tentatively. This circle is too dangerous, and he is not a big man who wants to do great things, and this incident alone almost scared Suo so much that he peed his pants.

"Yes, come over after you return to China, I'll make memory modifications for you, and you can quit, I said it, everything is voluntary, and I don't force you, right. Feng Long unexpectedly agreed, and the process was not as difficult and dangerous as Sueyang thought.

"By the way, listening to what you just described, you should have encountered a wanderer, a kind of artificial ghost made of human corpses by Western necromancers, similar to a kind of puppet with a certain degree of autonomy. After the woman kills this thing, the manipulator will feel it. So can you move quickly, or call the other people on that bus up quickly? I have a feeling that there will be other attacks coming in the future, and it's getting dark over there, right? These undead creatures are much more ferocious after dark, and if you don't want to die, you have to move quickly, that's all. I've been busy lately, so don't call me if it's not an emergency. With that, Fenglong hung up the phone again.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Sueyang kept listening to the busy sound on the phone, and a nameless fire rose in his heart, he was just like a tool man, everyone was like this, whether it was that woman or Fenglong, they didn't give themselves a chance to speak.

Sueyang looked around, almost everyone in the bus was intact, except for the unlucky driver, who was covered in glass slag, but there was no blood, and there should be nothing big about this uncle who loves to watch barrage websites.

"Okay, okay, tool man is tool man. Frustrated, Suo pulled out half a bottle of mineral water in his bag, hesitated for a moment, and threw it at another Mao in the car who was of the same level as himself.