The Divine Eye reverted to a vertical pattern, and Shang Biao didn't have the energy to store the remaining thunder fire, so he didn't pay attention to it anymore, and let it burn with the bones of this pile of mountains as fuel.

Coming out of the flames, both Siro and Musou were gone.

Shang Biao only then remembered that the ghost boy seemed to have been injured by Siro, and took out a miniature skull from the movie ticket, and a neat knife mark spread from the very center of the skull, turning the ghost boy's parasitic skull into two.

Wisps of origin ghost qi converged from the shadows around them into the cracked skeletons, and there seemed to be some mystery in Silo's pulling out the knife, just one knife made the ghost boy unable to condense his soul body, which was really terrifying. If he is hit head-on, he is afraid that he will not be much stronger than the ghost boy.

"How are you?"

Shang Biao saw that there was no longer a ghost aura floating around, and responded to the ghost boy's inquiry with his mental inspiration.

"Master, the living soul, I need the living soul to recover."

The ghost boy's weak voice sounded in Shang Biao's mind, and he replied intermittently.

"You bear with it first, what about Wushuang and the ghost?"

Shang Biao did not agree to the ghost boy's request, but asked about the previous situation.

It can be seen from the attitude of the dog demon before that people in this plot world value the lives of civilians very much.

If you kill for the sake of the recovery of the ghost child, you will undoubtedly kill yourself from the people. When the time comes, let alone joining the Twelve-Style God Family, it is a question of whether or not they can survive the revenge pursuit of the Onmyoji and the Bloodline Warrior.

"The stinky zombie chased that ghost from the north, master, if you can't recover, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you anymore."

"I'll figure it out, you can recover yourself in the skeleton first!"

Shang Biao sat on the ground with a wry smile, the ghost boy didn't lie this time, but he couldn't agree to the ghost boy's request.

Damn bad luck, it's really going to drive me to death!

Under the influence of the after-effects of the Boiling Blood Curse, he now has no strength to chase after Wushuang at all.

Losing two generals in a battle, he didn't even know that the magic sword was taken away by Siluo or Wushuang, and his purpose of searching for souls to find out the news was not achieved, which was even worse for his current situation.

As for the possibility of Wushuang capturing Silo, he didn't even bother to think about it.

He can only pray now that Wushuang will not be deceived out of the theater information by the plot characters, otherwise he will really die.

When his strength had regained somewhat, Shang Biao found a big tree and climbed it.

It was impossible to travel any more tonight, although the bad luck in the center of the eyebrows had dissipated to less than half of it. However, if he encounters a strong ghost like Siluo again, without the protection of the ghost boy and Wushuang, he will definitely die.

Now staying in Silo's territory, there shouldn't be a long-term intrusion in a short period of time, just to recover, and the two consecutive battles have made him almost exhausted.

......

The morning light slowly opened the curtain, and it was another gorgeous and colorful morning, bringing freshness to the world.

Shang Biao opened his eyes, his mana had recovered, and although Yijiazi's strong mana could not exert his original power, it could make him feel a little dependent.

The bloody corpse did not return, and the rest of the road could only be completed by himself.

At first, he could still determine the direction of Wushuang based on the divine soul induction between him and the Golden Silkworm Gu clone, but he had completely lost this induction, and he only knew that both the Golden Silkworm Gu and Wushuang should be safe.

Jumping from the tree, Shang Biao moved forward in the direction in which Wushuang had disappeared before, still with a trace of expectation in his heart, in case he could meet the returning Wushuang along the way. Although this possibility is very small, it is really one out of ten thousand.

The plot world during the day is relatively much safer, and Shang Biao walked for a long time without encountering any accidents.

Towards noon, you can already see some people, and the smell of open latrines in the countryside has also hit again.

After walking for a short time, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes was greeted on the opposite side, the hairstyle on his head was very eye-catching, the top of his head was shaved in the middle, leaving only the left and right sides, and the bare head reflected the greasy luster in the sun.

The only thing that made Shang Biao look at it twice was the short knife on the other party's waist, the pitch-black scabbard was smooth and clean without a trace of dirt, and it was obvious that the owner of the knife loved this weapon very much.

Just as Shang Biao was observing the other party, the warrior with the strange hairstyle also spotted him, and stayed on Shang Biao for a long time without taking his eyes off.

He looked at the other party strangely, and the samurai looked at him so badly.

Clean clothes in this era were the exclusive privilege of high-ranking nobles and big names such as onmyoji, bloodline samurai, etc. However, Shang Biao's short hair is not only for monks, but only the poor at the bottom will have this hairstyle, which is also what makes this warrior strange.

If it weren't for Shang Biao's fierce face, the warrior would have wondered if he was a fugitive slave of a nobleman.

After watching it for a long time, this samurai, who was accustomed to seeing the viciousness of the world, finally decided to treat it as if he had never seen Shang Biao and save himself from causing trouble.

Even if this man is really a fugitive, he will be rewarded with a maximum of a few pieces of silver after he captures him, and it will be spent on a few visits to Kabukicho and izakaya, and a true samurai should not indulge in enjoyment.

The samurai made a suitable excuse for himself and comforted himself. However, he didn't want to cause trouble, but Shang Biao was not ready to let him go.

Just as the two of them staggered by, a faint spirit emanated, and the unlucky warrior's body stiffened, and the look in his eyes dissipated and he suddenly passed out.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Shang Biao pretended to hold the soft warrior and asked.

After waiting for a while, and finding that there was no abnormality in the surroundings, Shang Biao immediately pulled the unlucky warrior into the grove not far away.

Ten minutes later, the transformed Shang Biao reappeared on the road from the woods.

This time, Shang Biao didn't kill anyone, and after stripping the warrior of the samurai, he made up for a mental shock to ensure that the other party was an idiot even if he woke up, and he came out.

Painting the skin requires follow-up painstaking efforts to maintain the effect, which is not a good choice.

Moreover, the ghost boy is now seriously injured and can't use the ghost puzzle, and his five ghost soul searches can't be used, killing this person and devouring the soul is also a drop in the bucket for the ghost boy's injury, and the smell of blood may also cause trouble.

So Shang Biao just replaced the man's clothes, took away the short knife, and some copper coins on the other party's body, as well as the all-important identification wooden plaque.

The only trouble is hair, Shang Biao still didn't do anything to his head after thinking about it, it was too ugly.

After changing his clothes, enduring the stench emanating from his body, Shang Biao looked cold and continued to move forward expressionlessly.

There were more and more pedestrians along the way, and he was finally relieved to see some low-level characters with sad faces who also had this hairstyle.

Walking against the pedestrians, the appearance of a quaint city gradually became larger in his sight, and the pedestrians in and out, the cars and horses kept shuttling through the doorway, which seemed very lively.