The man in the darkness seemed to sigh softly, and his lips began to open and close to read this. The rhythm was so peculiar that it looked like some kind of special poem, and I couldn't tell a word if I listened closely.

The dark green pattern on his arm gradually became clearer and brighter. From the fingertips to the upper arms and up to the shoulders.

A dark green flame of light burned on his left arm, changing the form of the flame eerily.

He stood up and walked out.

Outside the door was a dead tree, and under it sat a shriveled old man. He described it as withered, so thin that it was almost boneless.

It took him a lot of effort to barely lift his chin, and he looked at his dark green arm with his empty eyes, and it took him a long time to move his lips slightly: "You...... Here it ......."

He nodded, "I'm coming." ”

"This time, have you thought about it?" The old man asked with a shudder.

His brow furrowed, he hesitated, but still nodded.

"Alas......" The little old man wanted to stand up, but his legs like bamboo poles did not obey him. After all, he couldn't bear to look at it, and reached out to help him, but the little old man shook his head.

It took him a lot of effort to get to his feet.

A pair of chaotic eyes and a pair of gray-white eyes stared at each other, and after a long time, the old man raised a hand and pointed at the dead tree: "The knife is in the tree." ”

He walked to the dead tree, saw a hole in the tree, and out of it he drew his sword. The knife was unremarkable, and he felt its weight in his hand.

The old man pointed to his chest on the left side: "Come on, the last step." ”

The tip of his knife was against the old man's chest, and there was no superfluous expression on his face, but the green tendons on his forehead had burst out unconsciously.

The tip of the knife trembled slightly.

"Huh." The little old man suddenly smiled: "What? Have you pity me? ”

He didn't move, and he didn't answer.

The little old man sighed, "When I first saw you, you weren't so wavering. ”

The tip of the knife stabbed into the old man's body with a "snort". Accurate and fast.

The old man barely struggled, and his hands hung down. With his last strength, he said, "From today...... Begin...... You're ......"

The old man swallowed his breath before he finished his words.

With a twist of his blade, he pulled a bloody object into his hand. Blood dripped between his fingers.

He knew that the old man still had half a sentence to finish, and that sentence was: "From today onwards, you are a ghost, with abilities that ordinary people do not have, and you also bear debts that ordinary people can't bear." ”

He looked at the blood-red thing, his gray eyes flickering, he bit down on it, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. He reached out and wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his mud mixed with blood, but it only made his face dirtier.

The dirt under the dead trees was a faint red, and perhaps it was not the original color of the soil, but something dyed red.

He looked at the hills in the distance, and the faint green flames burned on the hillside, like an endless ghost fire. He knew what he was up against, and he knew what it would take for him to become a ghost. But he thought about a deep concern somewhere in his heart, and he felt that he had no choice.

He wiped the old knife clean and put it away carefully. Then he walked towards the hill without looking back.

In the distant Cypress Family of the Blood Clan, Blazing Fish wakes up from a nightmare and finds that his dress has been soaked in cold sweat.