The top of the Ghost Fog Mountain.

Yin and Yang Junction.

A blood moon has descended.

Irin looked up, and on the horizon, there was only a faint glimmer of light left in the sun.

The blood moon overhead completely dominated the sky.

At first glance, it seems that the eyes are full of the blood moon, and there is a sense of the moon falling to the ground.

The handover of heaven and earth is nothing more than that.

"Shut up!"

The whisper in Irin's ear was silent for a moment as Irin burst into a loud cry, and then continued to murmur frantically.

The surrounding atmosphere is cold, and the sea of flowers is full of messes, and it is no longer as gorgeous and beautiful as it was at the beginning.

Looking down from the sky, a huge palm print was deeply imprinted on the top of this mountain.

It's like a giant who slapped this "skull" slap into the skull and turned the flat head into a concave head.

It's still the kind that hits very hard.

And in that "slap pit", a one-armed old man, curled up on all fours, lies in the center.

"Huh? This posture is inexplicably familiar. ”

I can't remember it for a while.

It seems to be the death pose of a man named Ya What Tea.

Seen on TV.

Childhood enlightenment anime.

Well...... Forgot.

Irin's momentary and half-time can't think about it, and she doesn't think about it anymore.

He floated and landed slowly in mid-air.

Stay next to Nie Xiu.

The moment he landed, Irin's body shook slightly.

His face was a little pale.

Yi Rin's face was expressionless, and he looked at Nie Xiu who was lying on his side.

Nie Xiu didn't die.

Irin didn't kill either.

Nie Xiu was as if he was dead, motionless, his eyes blank, staring indifferently ahead.

If you distinguish carefully, Nie Xiu's pupils have no focus at all, as if he has lost his soul.

The "whispers" in Rin's ears became even more frantic as the psionic energy was consumed, as if he wanted to completely rob Irin of his sanity.

His mind was filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Is it too expensive......

Irin suddenly looked at the two graves, the one that seemed to have passed through the earth, and knew in his heart.

Everything is hidden there.

That place is the root of it all.

A secret that Nie Xiu wanted to guard.

"Any other words?"

Irin ignored Nie Xiu and walked between the two tombs.

Nie Xiu had now given up resistance, and he didn't look at Yi Rin, just buried his head, and a hoarse voice squeezed out of Nie Xiu's mouth.

"You...... Is it the new ghost hunt? ”

Irin didn't look back.

Keep going.

It wasn't until he came between the two tombs that he replied slowly, "You should do it." ”

"You...... cough cough cough ......"

Nie Xiu said a word, and suddenly coughed violently.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood.

After a long while, Nie Xiu continued: "In the past ten years, countless ghost hunters have come to this mountain. ”

"Oh?"

While listening, Yi Rin took out Xiao Thirteen's brand ancient knife, used it as a shovel, and dug up the soil one by one.

For Yi Rin's movements, Nie Xiu lay in the slap pit and trembled slightly, but he didn't stop it.

Also...... Unable to stop.

Irin continued to plan, plan, plan.

Small mounds soon formed around it.

Nie Xiu continued, "There are also other ghost hunters, like you...... Finally found here. ”

"And then all dead at your hands?"

Irin was surprised and asked rhetorically.

“……”

Nie Xiu didn't admit it.

But he didn't deny it.

"What about the corpses?"

"Push it down."

Nie Xiu's tone was calm, without joy or sorrow.

"Huh, and then turned into a ghost?"

“……”

Under Irin's "shovel", the soil gradually hardened and became more and more difficult to dig.

Yi Rin was not in a hurry, chatting with Nie Xiu while digging the soil.

It's just that Irin's expression seems calm, but there are countless crazy thoughts that can't stop pouring out from the depths of his heart.

It was as if a voice was laughing, screaming, weeping, and babbling in his ear.

Irin couldn't even tell which side he was on now.

Yin and Yang Junction.

Yang...... Or is it yin?

It seems that under this shovel, there is a strange existence, as Yi Rin digs down, it becomes more and more turbulent and mysterious, and chooses people to devour.

Irin was suddenly glad that his will attribute was high enough to have some resistance to negative effects.

Otherwise, the mystery under the dirt had not been dug up, and he might have been tormented by the crazy whispers.

Nie Xiu's heart became more and more shocked.

He was tempted to say that even if he didn't kill the ghost hunters, they would never be able to dig up "something like that".

That's hoodoo.

No one can resist that "ominousness".

But Nie Xiu found that Yi Rin was digging shovel by shovel like no one, and he saw that the deeper he dug, the higher the mound of soil that had been dug out next to him.

"So can you bear it?"

Nie Xiu thought so in his heart.

"Nie Hongsleeve and Bai Xiaoyi, who are you?"

Irin continued.

"Red Sleeves...... It's my daughter...... Xiao Yi, my apprentice. They used to be ghost hunters too. ”

"Xiaoyi is your granddaughter?"

Irin was a little curious about this.

"No......" Nie Xiu shook his head: "After a person becomes a ghost, he will lose all his memories. ”

Oh –

Irin roughly understood.

Suddenly—

Irin paused.

Stiffness.

Nie Xiu laughed.

The complexion gradually turns cyan.

The mouth opened slightly, and two slender fangs gradually stretched out.

Even the cloudy left eye gradually glowed with a layer of blood.

"Boy, you're smart......"

"But there's only one thing you guessed wrong......

"My arm was not cut off by the red sleeves......"

"The person who cut off this arm is the old man himself!"

"If you don't cut off your arm, how can you resist that terrible 'madness' ......"

Nie Xiu knew that everyone would die here.

He only hoped that Red Sleeves and Xiao Yi could successfully transcend and leave this cursed land as he planned, even if it was ......

Live as a "ghost"!

Except for Xiaoyi and Red Sleeves, everyone ...... They all have to die!

Everyone will be completely swallowed by this mountain!

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Nie Xiu smiled coldly, and in the slap pit, the joints of his limbs twisted up, and he actually stood up slowly.

Those eyes turned completely blood-red.

Nie Xiu...... Turned into a ghost!

The ghost slayer has turned into a ghost after all!

"Lie back, old man."

Snort –

A broken knife appeared silently and passed directly through Nie Xiu's back.

After Pan Zhengyi applied "ghost oil" to his left shoulder, he successfully stopped the bleeding and finally stopped the drop in health.

In the blink of an eye, Nie Xiu, the once famous legendary ghost hunter, turned into black ash and sprinkled it on the top of the Ghost Mist Mountain.

"Cut, is it a D grade?"

Pan Zhengyi squinted, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Dealing with the old ghost hunter who turned into a ghost, Pan Zhengyi held the knife and looked at the stiff back in front of him, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

Just when Pan Zhengyi hesitated.

After a few seconds, Irin let out a long sigh of relief.

As fast as you can, stuff something into the storage space.

In an instant, all the whispers dissipated.

Irin turned pale, but looked back with a smile: "Now, it's your turn." You...... Is it Pan Zhengyi? ”

"Yes and no."

Pan Zhengyi put away the knife.

"For the convenience of distinguishing, call you Xiao Pan?"

The corners of Pan Zhengyi's mouth twitched slightly: "......"

"Da Pan?"

Irin is still very confident in his taste for his name.

The corners of Pan Zhengyi's eyes twitched again.

"What about the little righteousness?"

“……”

"Pan Evil?"

“……”

"Clever?"

“……”

"Pan Xiaozheng?"

"Okay, just Pan Xiaozheng."

Pan Xiaozheng immediately said, for fear that the "name waste" in front of him would say something difficult to hear again.

……

……

A Blood Moon is coming!

When Li Changge and Wen Manni returned to the village.

The village was in shambles.

Mai Oda stood alone in the middle of the village.

She had a knife in her hand.

The long knife stood diagonally beside Mai Oda.

Oda Mai turned her back to the two of them, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, with an awe-inspiring and inviolable majesty all over her body.

The village was deserted.

Silence.

As...... Dead Village.