The ghosts have taken on human forms, all covered in blood, and their facial features have rotted, leaving only a shell of their former life.

One of the evil ghosts led by him has been gouged out, his bloody face is bruised, he is wearing a silver armor stained red with blood, and he kneels down on one knee.

At the moment, he lowered his eyebrows, "My lord." ”

"Show the way. Woman, white robe, long hair burned to death. The face is blurred and there are whiplash marks on the back. ”

His head lowered a little more, and his voice did not have any emotional fluctuations, "Lord Hui, I failed to find such a ghost." ”

"Got it, let's go down."

Hua Yin clenched his fingers and released them, his hair was blown by the cold wind, and under the slightly curly black hair, his fair face was even more gloomy, and his lips curled with a bitter and sarcastic smile.

What else is he looking forward to here.

I already looked for it in my previous life, didn't I......

Not at all.

Burned with the ancient fire, the soul dissipated, and it is impossible to reunite.

What Wu Jing saw was just a persistent grudge she left in this town, which lasted for a long time. I'm afraid that he is also obsessed, and his heart will throb like this.

Countless black mist-like souls roamed the streets, and the black gas covered the scarce moonlight, and they were afraid to approach half a minute, which made Hua Yin's gloomy aura particularly strong.

In the air, you can hear bursts of choking crying, the sound of crying echoes in the endless long street, sad and cold, quietly gloomy, penetrating the eardrum and heart, making people dizzy and dizzy and numb in the scalp.

Ten thousand ghosts cry.

The cry is miserable and desolate, piercing the heart, and ordinary people will bleed if they can't stand it.

As if sensing in his heart, Hua Yin unconsciously walked to the Nuwa altar, looked up under the altar, and saw a girl standing in the center of the huge round altar, with long hair dancing with the weird yin wind, standing there as if she was enchanted, looking at the torch in front of her, I don't know where the knife came from, and approaching the empty torch core little by little with her wrist.

The light reflected by the blade reflected Hua Yin's eyes was fleeting.

Hua Yin's hanging right hand gathered a cloud of black qi, his eyes were gloomy, and he frowned and called in a low voice: "Xue Tongtong!" ”

As soon as Xue Tongtong's wrist was released, the knife fell to the ground, making a "clang" sound, which was particularly harsh in the dark night that was quiet at this moment.

She staggered back, as if she had just realized that someone was behind her, and turned her head mechanically, her eyes empty without a glimmer of light.

Blood oozed from the place where the wrist was cut, and the plump blood dripped down the wrist drop by drop on the black spot in the center of the altar, and there was a little red light between the foreheads, faintly showing the shape of a lotus flower.

She suddenly laughed weirdly, and looked at the visitor with her neck crooked, mixed with resentment, and sounded creepy.

Hua Yin's eyes tightened, the soles of his feet flew into the air, and he stood on the sacrificial altar in an instant.

He walked to Xue Tongtong's side step by step, and every step he took seemed to see a different picture. saw the cruise ship he and Ye Ruobai only saw, and saw the two of them enjoying the bright moon on a full moon night. I also saw the scene from a thousand years ago that made him unable to let go of his life, on top of the black dot in the center of the altar stood a thick and tall wooden stake, and the person tied to the stake was covered in blood and was struggling to survive.

Whenever I think back to this scene, Hua Yin's heart seems to be pinched.

hugged her fiercely, whispered in her ear, recalling the pain of seeing each other again, "Ye Ruobai ......"