"If I die one day, I'll die on my own abundant sense of justice!"

Guo Pu squatted beside Xu Zhefeng and muttered disdainfully.

Xu Zhefeng was already in a daze at this time, too much blood flowed out of his body, and his life flowed like a liquid.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Guo Pu expressionlessly, his eyes that were difficult to focus were more like looking into the distance.

The moonlight does not penetrate this darkness, and this darkness is sticky, and the sticky person is uncomfortable.

The fishy sweet smell emanated from the blood on the ground, and was stirred into the air, diffusing the darkness around them.

This is a kind of flavor that makes people want to move, quietly inspiring the original **, yearning for a hearty heart.

Guo Pu raised his hand and slapped Xu Zhefeng fiercely.

Xu Zhefeng was in pain, his eyes were slightly clear, but he was still indifferent in his doubts.

This kind of gaze made Guo Pu very unhappy, he sneered, and still squatted: "There are hundreds of monks in this Jiankang City, and there is no one who will take care of your affairs." You say, should I pat my ass and walk away? ”

Xu Zhefeng didn't speak, and he couldn't speak.

A person's gaze can always reveal a lot, even for the dying.

Therefore, Guo Pu looked at Xu Zhefeng's eyes and saw a little ridicule again.

"Damn, how can there be such a cheap person as you in this world!" Guo Pu laughed angrily, got up suddenly, and looked at him condescendingly.

Xu Zhefeng's heart was in chaos, Guo Pu's voice was in his ears, but it seemed to be infinitely stretched, slowly sliding in word by word, and it took a moment to integrate it with his brain to understand.

It was hard to listen to, but the thoughts in my heart were still active.

Xu Zhefeng couldn't help but think of his seventeen years of life, and thought to himself that his life was originally a dog-like lowly.

So, his gaze revealed indifference. One is indifference to everything, to one's own life.

Guo Pu looked at him and was speechless for a while.

Simply turned his head and looked at the faceless monster who was frantically absorbing essence, Guo Pu hugged his arms and looked at him: "I didn't want to make a move, but seeing that you are sucking like no one else, isn't it a little bit unkind to give face to this immortal master?" ”

The Faceless Monster's feet were rooted in the blood of the ground, and the sides of those feet were like tree roots, stretching out tiny branches, sticking tightly into the ground.

The blood flowed out of Xu Zhefeng's body, spread on the damp and cold ground, and was slowly inhaled by those "tree roots" under the traction of the faceless monster.

As the blood increased, the faceless monster looked very happy, and the appearance of what was originally just a phantom began to become clear.

The Faceless Monster is just a very low-level imp who doesn't have much consciousness.

It roams at night, specifically seeking out intrusive bodies and attaching to them.

It stands to reason that children, the elderly, and the seriously ill are the main targets of the faceless monsters. Ordinary people's bodies naturally carry a yang energy, and it is too difficult for faceless monsters to invade.

It's just that Jiankang City has a curfew at night, and it is difficult for the faceless monsters wandering in the dark night to find their targets. For this kind of low-level imp, as long as there is no nourishment of aura for more than a month, it will dissipate and cease to exist.

Seek out target possession, it's their instinct.

They don't have much consciousness and move almost entirely on instinct. Seeking, possessing, hunting, that's how they make a living.

As long as it is a living thing, whether it is a human being, a ghost, a god or a demon, the common thing is that they do not want to lose their life again.

The Faceless Monster is also such a little ghost, it needs aura to maintain its existence, but it cannot simply absorb yin qi and moonlight. It can only suck the yang energy from humans to sustain its life, so they are forever wandering and searching in the dark.

But it's a pity that Jiankang City under the curfew has too few people to hunt. The infirm and sick seldom go out at night, and the only ones who walk at night are the night watchmen.

The officers and soldiers guarding the walls were all strong and middle-aged people, and faceless monsters were rarely able to approach their bodies, let alone break the protection of the yang energy that humans possessed and invade them.

But Xu Zhefeng is different.

It was the night before that Xu Zhefeng was upset on the way home, kicked the stone pillar on the side of the street a few times, and kicked his foot out of blood.

The sweet smell of blood attracted the faceless monster, and the faint wound gave it an opportunity to invade its body.

There are ghosts in the night, and there are injuries that don't go out.

The faceless monster hibernated in Xu Zhefeng's body, slowly exerting its abilities.

The blood that is still in the body is something it can't touch, and it needs to let these vigorous blood gush out in order to become the most wonderful delicacy in the world.

The ability of the faceless monster is to hallucinate the possessed. A physical hallucination.

It's a kind of hallucination that is up and down, so small that there is no muscle, every trace of blood is being squeezed, and that kind of complete depression will drive people crazy. And the only thing that can slightly relieve this feeling of depression is pain.

The more painful it is, the more refreshing it is, and the more blood flows, the more relieved it is.

In the stories of the world, there are always some people who commit suicide at night, and the death is strange. or hanging, or throwing himself into a well, or swallowing gold, or cutting his stomach.

All of this may seem very different, but their deaths often have something in common, that is, there is not only a wound, as if they are not just begging for death, but masochism.

Few people know the real reason for this suicide, but if someone really takes a closer look, they will find that there will be a look of relief on the faces of these suicide people.

No ordinary person can escape the torment of the Faceless Monster, and no one can stop this masochism unless they die.

Once self-abuse begins, death is the end.

And their death, in exchange for the continuation of the life of the faceless monster.

Faceless monsters don't have faces, because their spirits are too low, their consciousness is too weak.

They are often human beings in their lifetimes, and when their consciousness is devoured, they are left with only mutilated shells.

Therefore, they couldn't feel the existence of a big name like Guo Pu and Guo Xianshi around them, and they couldn't hear his ridicule.

It just relies on instinct, happily absorbing the nourishment of life, satisfied and happy.

Guo Pu looked at the face with no facial features, stretched out his hand and poked it.

The feel is unexpectedly good, slightly cool, extremely elastic, and there is no bloody sticky touch, but blindly refreshing.

Very interesting.

As if he was addicted, Guo Pu grabbed the faceless monster's face, pulled it hard, and then let go, with a soft snap, his face returned to its original state, only a few slight shakes.

"See, this thing is so ordinary, what you perceive is just a fantasy in your heart. See clearly, hear clearly, feel clearly, and you will wake up. ”

Guo Pu's voice was blank and looked at Xu Zhefeng.

Xu Zhefeng's chaotic eyes widened, struggling to see everything in front of him. But he couldn't see it, only the feeling of friction and squeezing in his bones became more and more intense, so he slowly raised the dagger again, this time, but aimed at his right leg.

Want...... More comfortable relief.

Xu Zhefeng was shouting for something in his heart, and his right hand, which was holding the blade, trembled with excitement.

"You little ghost, if I stretch out my little finger, it will be gone. But you're lucky, I can't understand Reiki, otherwise even if it's thousands of miles away, my Senior Brother Wu Wei will come to the door. Guo Pu watched the faceless monster continue to absorb nutrients unaffected, and the whole person was like an old man who had drunk wine, nagging, "Although I can't see ordinary people being bullied by ghosts, but in comparison, I still don't want to see myself being hacked to death by Wu Wei." ”

Xu Zhefeng's right hand trembled wildly, as if he was expecting and resisting.

Guo Pu glanced at the bustling lights in the alley in the distance, listened to the music occasionally blown by the wind, and sighed: "Lao Tzu is so unlucky, a good woman doesn't hug it, and she actually worries about a big man in this gutter." Although you look good, but it's a pity that this immortal master is not good at men. ”

Muttering casually, Guo Pu thought to himself that what he wanted to drink most now was the wine from Huangye Village at the foot of Huangshan Mountain.

"Xu Zhefeng! You give this immortal master a good idea of whether he can die or not! If you die, what will happen to your mother? ”

A sentence was like thunder on the ground, the sound was not loud, but the words were imprinted in Xu Zhefeng's heart.

Guo Pu obviously saw that Xu Zhefeng's eyes showed some doubts, and then turned out of Qingming very slowly.

sighed slightly, if this was not his neighbor in front of him, if it wasn't for Xianglan gossiping with this stinky boy's mother a few times, how could he know so much gossip, and where could he save him without relying on spells?

The world is unpredictable, and it is true.

"That's it, you have to think clearly, don't delay me to eat flower wine." Guo Pu straightened up, waved his sleeves, and turned to leave.

Xu Zhefeng's vision gradually became clearer, and he suddenly remembered his mother, that eleven-year-old rainy night, and the seventeen knives that were so calm and cruel.

He thought of his father's frightened, pleading, distorted face, and his own face, which resembled his father's.

Then the storm changed suddenly, the vision converged and blurred again, and the serpent-like thoughts burrowed into his mind.

Xu Zhefeng, why are you alive!

The right hand, which was originally raised in mid-air, trembled wildly, and at this time, it fell fiercely and stabbed straight into the right thigh.

Blood gushed and quickly soaked through his clothes.

Guo Pu was stunned for a moment and didn't look back.

He closed his eyes expressionlessly, his aura converging on his fingertips, and a flick of the word calmed out.

It's just a worthless aura, condensed and shining in the night, and the faceless monster turned into powder and disappeared without a trace.

It's just an aura that is not worth mentioning, but it slowly drifts away in the night.

The cultivators of Jiankang City opened their eyes, glanced at this remote and dirty alley, and returned to their lives.

This worthless aura is still scattered in the night sky, although it is faint, it is a mark, and those who are interested can naturally find it.

This is the truth that Guo Pu understands, so he stopped and looked up at the starry sky, and his heart was Gujing Wubo that he didn't understand.

It is said that the best wine in Jiankang City is the ten miles of incense from Lanyue Tower, and tonight, he should drink two jars.

Thinking like this, I decided to settle down.

Guo Pu smiled slightly and strode into a meteor. (To be continued.) )