Du Ying guarded the flute and cautiously hid in the boundless Black Forest of the Ghost Clan.

In the quiet darkness, Du Ying heard the flute's breath getting weaker and weaker. Du Ying was anxious in her heart, seeing that the sky was getting darker and darker, and another dark night was coming. And the key and the night sky, Xuan Yu entered the ghost clan like a stone cow into the sea and there was no news.

"Oh," Du Ying heard a groaning groan of pain from the flute leaning against the thick trunk.

Du Ying approached Di and saw that the wound that Di had bandaged began to flow blood again, and the blood had penetrated Di Di's clothes, and Di Di's injuries were surprisingly heavy.

Du Ying hesitated, he gently untied Di's clothes that were completely soaked with blood, and blood continued to ooze from the deep wound on the side of Di's towering chest.

"Hmm," the flute let out another painful moan.

Du Ying tore off a large piece of his clothes and carefully redressed the wound for the flute. But hiding in the forest all the time is not an option, and the flutes are seriously injured, and if they are discovered by the evil spirits, it will be extremely dangerous.

"Night Sky" The confused flute suddenly murmured in a low voice, "Night Sky"

"Don't leave me," Di's brows furrowed in pain, "You promised me" A tear slipped from the corner of Di's eyes.

Du Ying looked at the wilted and haggard flute, and a trace of pity rose inexplicably from the bottom of his heart.

"Cold" flute's body shrank and trembled, "so cold" her face became whiter, and her lips turned gray and gray due to excessive blood loss.

Du Ying hesitated for a moment, and he hugged the trembling flute into his arms. Di's petite body is so soft, but it's so cold that it's almost cold. Her face was clung to his chest, and Du Ying could warm the faint fragrance of her hair.

Du Ying couldn't help but hug her body tighter, his body warming her little by little.

The sky of the Wics is always gray and gloomy, because the Mocans are forever present in the endless tombs.

Flute has hated the gray and cold sky and these gloomy graves forever. But she is the daughter of the witch patriarch, and she is also the successor of the future witch patriarch and the guardian of the gates of hell. So she knew how to drive souls to the gates of hell from the time she was sensible, and she would be with these graves and spirits until the day she came to the end of her life.

But the night sky appeared in her life. Di's life has changed wonderfully. Those days with the night sky. Di no longer feels that her life is gray and dry, and if she can have the night sky to accompany her for the rest of her life, she will be the happiest woman.

The "Night Sky" flute snuggled tightly to her warm chest, she had been waiting for two thousand years. Lonely for two thousand years.

She couldn't forget it. The hug given to her before the night sky left. It's so warm, too.

A drop of cold water fell on Flute's eyelashes, and as soon as Di's eyes moved, she slowly opened them. She did stay in a warm embrace. It wasn't the night sky, and the flute's eyes reflected a handsome but heroic face.

"Great, you're finally awake?" There was a gentle smile on that face.

Du Ying!

Flute was taken aback that she was in the arms of this human hunter.

Di immediately left Du Ying's embrace, but the wound on his chest was pulling, and Di couldn't help but let out a soft cry of pain.

Then Di found that the wound on her chest was well bandaged, and her face turned red, "You bandaged the wound for me," Di asked in a low voice.

"You're bleeding too much." Du Ying's face was also red like a girl, and she replied shyly.

"Your injuries are serious and need to be healed as soon as possible." Du Ying paused and said.

"The ghost poison of that ghost elder is indeed powerful, and my injuries can only be healed by returning to the spirit land of the Wu clan." Di said with some difficulty.

Then the flute felt water dripping on her face, and she looked up to see only a thousand rays of rain falling from the dense leaves.

"It's getting heavier and heavier." "We've been hiding in the forest for two days, and we don't have any key to their message. We can't stay in the forest all the time, the demons of the oni clan may find us. And as a matter of urgency, I think you should be sent back to the witch clan to heal your wounds. ”

"But what about the night sky?" The flute cares for the night sky.

"The night sky used to be the patriarch of the ghost clan, and the key and Xuan Qi are also excellent hunters of the ghost hunting clan, especially Xuan Qi, she has the sword of fire that can hunt Mo Xiu, we don't have to worry about them. My concern is that your injuries are very serious right now and will be dangerous if not treated soon. Du Ying said worriedly.

"Come, I'll carry you on my back, and we'll leave the ghost clan as soon as possible." Du Ying said to the flute.

Di hesitated and nodded, her injuries really needed to be treated as soon as possible.

The flute lay drowsy on Du Ying's back.

"Didi" Didi faintly heard a voice calling her name.

Di barely opened her eyes, and Du Ying's worried and anxious eyes appeared in front of her.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead," Di tried to smile at Du Ying.

At this time, Di heard the sound of the waves, and Du Ying carried her out of the Black Forest to the Black Sea.

"How do we cross this sea?" Di asked, looking at the boundless ocean.

"It will fly us across the sea." Du Ying said.

Di then noticed that there was a huge black crow parked next to Du Ying, the black crow was dejected, and a silver chain was tightly tied around its neck, and the other end of this silver chain was in Du Ying's hand.

"You're hurt?" Di also saw that Du Ying's chest clothes were torn, and blood was oozing from the tattered clothes.

"It took a bit of effort to catch this animal." Du Ying said, "Now that it has been subdued by me, it will obediently fly away from the ocean with us." ”

The crows flew swiftly across the sea with their wings outstretched, and they finally crossed the ocean.

Du Ying became more and more worried, Di's body was hot and hot, and she was completely unconscious at this moment.

Du Ying carried the flute on his back to find the cultivation spiritual place of the Wu clan that was spoken in the mouth of the flute. But Di was already unconscious, and the direction she pointed out to Du Ying was also vague.

Du Ying walked all night with the flute on his back, the sky was overcast, and the outline of the distant mountain was faintly visible in the white mist.

Du Ying's spirits perked up, but at this time, he saw a figure appear in the mist, and the figure was getting closer and closer, it was a tall and majestic man.

"Are you a hunter of the Ghost Hunters?" The man asked Du Ying.

"You're also a hunter of the Ghost Hunters?" Du Ying was excited for a while, but he didn't expect to meet a hunter from the ghost hunter clan.

"Where the hell is Mo Xiu?" Xuan Qi asked the evil spirit in her body irritably.

She looked at the thick black fog in front of her, the city in front of her was even more ghostly, and this city should be completely turned into a city of evil ghosts. Mo Xiu's power is indeed powerful and terrifying, and in a short period of time, one city after another has become a ghost.

"Why don't you speak?" Xuan was surprised by the silence of the evil spirit in her body.

The evil spirit within her did not respond in the slightest. (To be continued......)