Just when the female captain in black was dealing with the faceless monsters, there was no movement on the battlefield except for the black and white figures that shook when the two were fighting.

All the people and ghosts on the field had strange expressions, as if they were enchanted and kept staring at the white shadow. At the beginning, there were still a small number of people who looked a little struggling, but they were all gradually sinking.

One by one, they stood in place, laughing, angry, or sluggish...... until he couldn't extricate himself, and finally couldn't move.

However, this immobilization technique seems to be invisible and effective, but there are also people who cannot be used.

For example, the female captain who had already fought with the Faceless White Shadow, and several of her team members on standby, and the bystanders hiding in the distance who seemed to want to take advantage of this opportunity to make a move.

On the other side of the small town far from the center of the battlefield, although there are still many ghosts, at least it will not be affected by the decisive battle of one person and one ghost.

So I saw a young man named Midnight, who was sneaking around this side, preparing to sneak through the alley to the school in the city.

He stooped over and snuck his way into the dark side of the alley, still intently perceiving any movement within his reach.

He didn't worry much about the battle between the two monsters in the distance, he didn't care about the ghosts around him who were unable to move, and the person he hated and even feared the most at the moment was the one who had been preparing to enter the ghost realm with him not long ago—he called himself respectful.

In the information leaked out of his few words, the boy could intuitively feel the indifference and ruthlessness of that person to life.

After all, for a goshawk that stands in the sky and can soar and fly at will, the entire continent below it should not be too big.

What's more, it is a sparse and ordinary little ant in a small colony of ants growing on such a small piece of land, and it is impossible to even let the goshawk know its existence and attract the attention of the other party, let alone any good intentions and malice, but it is subconsciously ignored in the past.

And for the immortals who are even higher up and live in the heavens, even if they want to save the mortal world as in the myths and legends that the mortals on earth praise and praise.

But would the incomparably noble immortals really be willing to bow their heads and stoop down to carefully discern the seemingly insignificant mundane ants in the ground beneath their feet? Would they really have a kind and loving attitude and try not to trample on any piece of land where ants exist? If they were truly compassionate, why wouldn't they be angry and show their power?

I don't know if the man is a goshawk or an immortal, but he still needs to rely on the supply of the earth, and it must not be the latter.

Although he is not completely transcendental, his heart has been like an iron lump, standing between heaven and earth, going through vicissitudes but never having any temperature, and even gradually sharpening the shape of a scale in the wind, rain and thunder.

The boy seemed to witness such a picture in his mind:

The man took out the iron scale in his heart, and the weighing pan seemed to be infinitely large, and it could hold everything in the world.

Then he looked like he was as usual, and he weighed everything on the scales one by one rigorously and rigidly.

In the end, whether it is a living life or a dead thing, he can eliminate all the meaningless emotions that belong to human beings, and transform everything into two or three cold symbols - existence and worthlessness.

During this period, the only criterion for judging a person or thing is its value, which determines a person's life and death.

It doesn't matter if others are innocent or not, and it doesn't matter if you can save others!

Even if she is in the prime of life, even if it is just their efforts......

This kind of arrogant and extreme code of conduct makes the teenager who has experienced many things since he was a child, and thinks that he is used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people.

In a corner of the depths of memory, that speck of gloom seemed to be unreal, but at this moment, it slowly appeared in the young man's heart......

The boy was scared.

He was terrified, and his nameless fear was filled with deep anger and sorrow, and he could not be at peace for a long time.

Although he is not very old, he has been displaced by his mother for more than a few years since he can remember, and sleeping in the open without anyone to disturb him is considered a happy thing, so it is natural to imagine how many wicked people and evil things he has encountered.

However, Ling Ye swore that he had never seen someone who challenged the limits of his imagination like tonight, and he even preferred to believe that the man was actually a living monster—a monster more like a non-human monster than the strange and hideous Faceless Monster on the battlefield at the moment.

Therefore, the boy fell into the desert and fled.

Not long ago, the young man saw that since the white shadow appeared, all the people and ghosts in the eye were all still, and even the Zun not far away didn't seem to react.

He didn't wait for himself to think about the reason, he only knew that he could still move, so he immediately slipped away as quietly as he could.

Until now, the hideous white shadow and the humanoid black shadow had already exchanged hands, and he was gradually approaching the location of his destination, but he still did not find any trace of Zun's pursuit.

At the beginning, Ling Ye still did not dare to relax, always vigilant to his surroundings, and did not delay his body to flexibly shuttle through the complex and winding alleys.

Under the dim sky, the alley could not be reached, and the boy could only rely on his familiarity with the path of the small town, as well as some vague perception that he did not understand very well now, and moved forward quickly and unhindered.

He could hear the invisible, stinging roars in the distance growing more urgently, and the punching thumpers heavier, but he didn't bother to process the information in his head.

Ling Ye gradually subconsciously concentrated almost all of his energy to conceive the road map, leaving only a meager sense of vigilance against the external environment.

In a hurry, he looked back and looked at it with extravagant hope.

But fortunately, there were no accidents on the way, and with a loud "boom" of a huge thing falling to the ground, the boy had arrived at the school gate in the center of the town.

But Ling Ye, who slowly regained his senses, was no longer in a hurry to rush into the dividing line between the human world and the foreign land.

He took two quick breaths, then calmly spoke to the Venerable who was standing in front of the gate with his back to him, "Are you waiting for me, or are you trying to stop me?"

And so on. Zun replied casually.

Ling Ye quickly stabilized his chaotic aura and unbearable state of mind, only to see the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and he also joked: "Then let's go in now, we will be discovered later." ”

After saying that, the boy secretly hated his crow's mouth, because from a distance behind him, a series of soul roars gradually turned from low to high.

Ling Ye could only hope that Zun would enter quickly, so as not to be discovered by the 100,000 evil ghosts behind him.

"The method of concealment, the activation of spiritual power. Zun was not in a hurry or impatient, and threw away the hands behind his back, and an antique object in his hand was drawn from mid-air to Ling Ye's body, and then he took it.

The young man didn't wait to take a closer look at the things in his hand, and suddenly asked the person in front of him with some astonishment, "You're not with me anymore?"

Zun did not answer again.

As if he knew that time was pressing, the middle-aged man stepped straight into the wide open school gate, and after a trace of spatial ripples, he disappeared in an instant.

Ling Ye didn't have time to think again, and there were already approaching footsteps and vaguely disputed words behind him.

The young man hurriedly secretly called out to the elder, and with a flash of silver light, he entered the ghost realm.

The sound of the footsteps seemed much more urgent at the moment, and the arguments of the owners of the footsteps became suppressed and intense.

"Little sister, we can go directly to the captain. ”

"I'm so annoyed, I don't want to see that bastard surnamed Han, I can't beat him up now!"

"Brother Fang, don't worry too much, that person has already made a move, so it is impossible for him to calm down again...... We can borrow your equipment to hide your tracks, just in time for ......."

Soon, the argument gradually subsided, and the three of them also left......