"It's a big trouble now, it's actually the twelve ghosts of Yama. Stroking the breath on his chest, Wu Jian stood in front of everyone and shouted towards the white flag opposite: "I really didn't expect that the ghost mission would come to this remote small eastern country to do business." Dare to ask, it is one of the twelve ghosts who is here, Zhu Hai. ”

Yang Ming had never heard of this word, but from the change in Wu Jian's complexion, he knew that the enemy who came this time must be very powerful, and when facing Jiang Guo's demon eater brother before, Wu Jian had never shown a nervous look, but this time, a grim feeling appeared on his face that a teenager had never seen before.

"Where there is money, there is business, and where there are dead people, there are ghosts. From behind the white flag, a hoarse voice came to people's ears, as if through layers of wind and sand, and then, a man in a white robe walked out from behind the flag, half of his face still buried deep under the collar, through the slender black hair on his forehead, revealing two sharp eyes. A striking word "ghost" looks very terrifying in a white rendering like a funeral, and there is a terrible feeling of being in a cemetery.

He looked at Wu Jian carefully and curiously, and after confirming in his mind that he didn't have any impression of this person, he asked, "Do you know me?"

Wu Jian replied: "Because of someone, I have investigated the Yama Ghost Mission, and I know the identity of several of your twelve Ghost Missions. The conjuring flag, Zhu Hai, used to be the palace guard of the northern Wu Kingdom, formerly known as Zhu Meng, but one night five years ago, you killed the king of Wu with your own hands, not only that, overnight, the palace, nearly a thousand lives were lost under your white flag. I've heard of your notoriety. ”

"The palace guards actually murdered the king?" Hearing this, Xin'er, who was the lord of the county, was shocked in his heart, "It's unheard of, this is a heinous crime of treason?"

"Hehehe, that king of Wu, who is unscrupulous and only greedy for pleasure, he deserves to die. Hearing Xin'er's questioning, there was a disdainful ridicule under the robe, and then Zhu Hai shouted, this voice seemed to shout out his unwillingness and resentment for more than 20 years, and the sudden cheer really scared Xin'er, she didn't know, her question, but it aroused Zhu Hai's unbearable memories, he remembered this life, his grievances, his anger, and these eventually evolved into the massacre that night five years ago.

Zhu Hai looked at Wu Jian and the others, he especially wanted to speak at this moment, and expressed the feelings that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time, since he became a ghost, he had hardly spoken to anyone, especially the person he wanted to kill. In the past five years, he has killed more people than he has spoken, and the people he has seen are still alive one second, and the next second they are corpses, and talking has become superfluous, and over time, he only uses his hands and does not speak. But today is a little different, maybe the other party actually recognized himself, maybe it was the other party's words that evoked his own memories, Zhu Hai raised his head, revealing a handsome face, his complexion was fair, and his three-dimensional facial features were like a knife carving, revealing a heroic spirit, at this moment there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, although he did not speak, but it made people shudder.

"My family has been a palace guard for generations, after graduating from the academy, I was sent to the palace by my father as a palace guard, even if I was the first in the academy, I couldn't choose to go to the army, because my father was a guard, so I had to inherit his position. I am stronger than everyone in Wu State, I should have galloped on the battlefield, made meritorious achievements, and became a general, but King Wu only asked me to be a guard, and my daily duty was to guard the gate of the palace for him when King Wu was eating, drinking, and having fun, and I was like a dog, a guard dog of King Wu. I've had enough, I can't stand those days anymore. The more Zhu Hai spoke, the more excited he became, the original delicate facial features also became distorted due to the ups and downs of his emotions, and then his tone became a little sad, although Zhu Hai was also born in the nobility, but there are also hierarchies among the nobles, the aristocratic inheritance system of the Great Zhou Dynasty is hereditary, simply put, the king's son will be the king, the general's son will be the general, and he Zhu Hai is the son of the guard, so his life can only be a guard. obviously has the talent of a general, but he can't be reused, and he is depressed, this is Zhu Hai's pain.

"I originally accepted my fate, the guards are the guards, I protect the palace with all my heart, and I dare not slack off. But one day five years ago, King Wu went out of the palace and happened to meet my wife on the street, he actually snatched my wife into the palace, I went to beg King Wu, begging him to let my wife go, but King Wu actually said that he wanted to take her as a concubine, I didn't agree, so he put me in prison. Just because he is the king, and I am just a guard, so he can do whatever he wants? This world is so unfair, the people on the throne can do whatever they want, but the people below can't get what they deserve, should I suffer in silence? No, I want revenge, revenge on King Wu, revenge for this unjust fate, so, on the night when King Wu took his concubine, I escaped from the prison, broke into the palace, and killed all the people inside. ”

After the last sentence, Zhu Hai took a long breath, at this moment he seemed to have returned to the night five years ago, in the palace, wailing endlessly, under the moonlight, there were more than 1,200 people, not a single one alive. It is ironic that the palace that he once guarded was destroyed by his own hands.

In the past, Zhu Hai also had great ambitions, hoping that he could climb to a high position through his own efforts and cultivation, but one day he found that people in high positions were born to sit on high positions, and no one ever climbed up later, and his family has been serving the royal family's guards for generations, so he decided the fate of becoming a guard from birth. He is unwilling, with his own strength, he can become a general, but the shackles of reality firmly hold him in place, and he can't move forward. That night five years ago, he released all the unwillingness and resentment of his life, as well as the endless disappointment in this world, when a person's disappointment reaches the extreme, either he dies or kills others. Now Zhu Hai is alive like a walking corpse, and that night, Zhu Hai broke free from the shackles that bound him and completely became a veritable ghost.

"But the others in the palace are innocent, as well as your wife. Yang Ming plucked up his courage and shouted at Zhu Hai. "Don't you think it's too cruel like that?"

The sharp gaze fell on Yang Ming's body, like two ice blades straight into his heart, the corners of Zhu Hai's mouth pulled a terrifying arc, and said with a sneer: "My wife, do you know what she said to me before she died? She said that she was voluntary, she wanted to be a princess, and she didn't want to be my little guard anymore." Hahaha, this slut, she deserves to die too. Everyone in that palace deserves to die, they are like sand in my eyes, and only by killing them can I feel comfortable. ”

Looking at the other party's emotionless eyes, like a pool of stagnant water in the silent deep winter, it was creepy, Yang Ming felt a kind of terror extending from the depths of his heart, and he had a trace of sympathy for him, but at this moment he had been driven into the depths of the earth by fear, this man, since he tasted the pleasure of killing for the first time five years ago, killing has become a pleasure and enjoyment for him, and he chose to join Yama and become a killer, not because of money, but simply because he wanted to kill.

Zhu Hai, he is a real ghost, and the fear he brings to people is far beyond the comparison of killers such as vampire leeches.

Zhu Hai retracted his hideous smile, he felt that he had said too much, there was no need to say too much to the dying person, "This is the end of the idle talk, let you live a little longer, and now I will send you on your way." ”

There was no reaction at all, it should be said that Yang Ming and the others were shocked by the murderous aura in Zhu Hai's eyes, at the moment when Zhu Hai attacked, Yang Ming felt that he was the meat on the chopping block, and he couldn't escape the fate of being slaughtered at all. But Wu Jian still kept calm, he was like a keen hunter, before the beast showed its fangs, he had already smelled the killing machine, so when Zhu Hai raised the white flag and rushed towards everyone like a ghost, Wu Jian waved his long sleeves and pushed Yang Ming and the others back more than ten meters away, and he also jumped away from Zhu Hai ten meters away at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye at the moment before Zhu Hai approached.

Zhu Hai's attack was empty, but at the moment when he lifted the white banner to the ground, with his white banner as the center, within ten meters of the surrounding area, the grass and trees, and gravel turned into dust in an instant, and even the ground under his feet was peeled off a layer of skin, revealing the hideous soil.

"It's pretty fast. Zhu Hai said coldly, and his black eyes flashed with a sharp blade-like light, like a fierce beast that was provoked.

All the people who fell to the ground were stunned by the sight in front of them when they got up again, and a bare land suddenly appeared in the middle of the woods, and the air was filled with a solemn death.

Perhaps unable to stand the suppressed horror in her heart, Xin'er suddenly struck, and countless snow blades followed the finger of her right hand and attacked Zhu Hai directly. Looking at the cold snow coming straight to him, Zhu Hai's face did not change, and he didn't even move his eyes, the snow blade that came at great speed, I don't know what it hit, it was like a galloping water rushing into the sea, and it dissipated at a distance of one meter in front of Zhu Hai, only stirring up waves in the air.

Xin'er couldn't believe that she was so dissipated by the other party with almost all her strength attack. Although he couldn't see it with his eyes, at the moment when the snow blade impacted, Yang Ming did feel that there was a strong force circling around Zhu Hai. Since Xin'er's snow blade can't break through that power, let me try it.

The figure was like a bow, and his right hand was pulling, and a sword with a sharp edge appeared in Yang Ming's hand, and at a distance of less than twenty meters, the enemy was indeed standing within his attack range.

"Instantaneous. ”

The blade of the sword turned into a passing light, accurately or unintentionally stabbing straight into Zhu Hai's heart, but just as the blade approached a meter in front of Zhu Hai, the galloping blade stopped, and at the other end, Yang Ming, who was holding the hilt of the sword, clearly felt the power transmitted from the end of the sword, this force blocking the instantaneous arrow was not like a rock-solid shield, it was moving, to be precise, it was rotating at an incredible speed.

Due to the rotation of the resistance, the blade stabbed by Yang Ming lost the force point the moment it touched the resistance, and soon, the instant arrow deviated from the original direction and pounced into the air.

"What the hell is going on?, not even an instant arrow can pierce ......," Yang Ming withdrew his sword and said helplessly. The tentative attack got a desperate fact, that is, the disparity in strength between the two sides, the other party is too much stronger than himself.

"Don't waste your strength, your attacks won't stop him. There was no superfluous expression on Wu Jian's face, Yang Ming's failure to attack did not affect him in the slightest, and his eyes were still so unwavering. The white banner in his hand was not an ordinary thing, it was his mental image. The flag was hoisted high, causing the surrounding air currents to converge around him, forming a protective shield for high-speed flow, and you can also imagine that there was an aura around him that rotated at high speed like a whirlpool. ”

Hearing Wu Jian's explanation, Yang Ming and the others had an epiphany, and they had just blocked the resistance of Xin'er and Yang Ming's attacks in a row, which was the aura generated by Zhu Hai's mental image and flags. Flags, the second type of mental imagery of utensils, tools. There are two kinds of instrumental mental images, the first is a weapon, which has a strong offensive or defensive power, such as Yang Ming's sword, as well as Yan Zhendong's armor before, and the second is a tool, which has a certain special function, such as Zhu Hai's flag, the function of the flag is to lead the direction of the movement of objects, under the manipulation of Zhu Hai's consciousness, the air flow converges around him, forming a high-speed rotating aura, any attack on his body, will be cut and shattered by this aura, or change direction.

"Who the hell are you, you know so much about my heart!" Zhu Hai looked at Wu Jian vigilantly, and his eyes couldn't help but become much more solemn. Not only did this person recognize his own identity, but he also knew his own mental image so clearly, it was incredible. The ghost cha kills people, always in the dark, and the person who is killed is in the light, but now it is the other way around, the opponent knows everything about himself, but he doesn't know anything about his side, except that he knows that his name is Wu Jian.

"I'm just a wanderer, I have no nationality, and I don't have any identity. Wu Jian replied as if he was not answering.

Obviously, Zhu Hai was not satisfied with Wu Jian's answer, and was very angry, and said, "Pretend." It doesn't matter who you are, after today, you're a dead person. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Hai raised the white flag, and forced his whole body over, without posing any offensive posture, because the aura surrounded his body, his body was like a terrifying and cruel meat grinding weapon, if an outsider was close to his body at a distance of one meter, he didn't need to make a move, that person had already been cut into meat scraps by the surrounding aura, and where the aura passed, the land under Zhu Hai's feet was torn into a long loess bare place.

Knowing that the strength of the other party was far from what Yang Ming and other teenagers could handle, Wu Jian stood in front of them and said, "You guys retreat and protect Mr. Que Qing." Anyway, fighting head-on, approaching Zhu Hai a meter away, Wu Jian's left hand in the middle of the two fingers of the sharp point, the edge was exposed, directly on Zhu Hai's aura, the handover place, suddenly the wind was raging, blowing around the trees all bent waist and broken, as if a sharp blade slashed on the bulging ball, but this sharp blade was not enough to cut the ball, but it leaked a burst of air. And the huge turmoil also shook the qi and blood in the chest of Yang Ming and the others, and their vision became blurred, as if facing a sudden wind, and even their breath was robbed by it.

Although they wanted to face Zhu Hai with Wu Jian, Yang Ming knew that his current strength was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket in this battle above the Sun Yao level, and he couldn't help at all, and their task was to protect Que Qing's safety, not to fight. Yang Ming no longer hesitated at the moment, and immediately hid with Xin'er Lin Dong and Que Qing in the distance, so as not to be affected by the battle between Wu Jian and Zhu Hai.