Poor? Someone dares to use this weak word to describe the poor Yama ghost, Zhu Hai is a murderous ghost, the other party is a young man who is about to die, and he will be killed by himself at any time, who is more pitiful?

But looking at the young man, his dark eyes were full of enthusiasm, although his shaking body was scarred, but the young man tried to stand, his eyes did not despair because of fear at all, this look, not at all like a dying person, but like a child who has just grown up, full of hope for the future.

Even in the face of death, he does not give up his dreams, so he is full of hope.

In the face of death that could come at any time, the boy's eyes were filled with enthusiasm and hope. This kind of fiery gaze is something that Zhu Hai does not have, no, he used to have this kind of gaze, but then it was lost and abandoned along with his dream.

In the past, Zhu Hai had also worked hard to cultivate in order to become a general like a teenager, his eyes were so blazing at that time, his heart was full of enthusiasm, and every time he sweated profusely after cultivating, the blood in his veins was as hot as flames. But then he became a Yama ghost, Zhu Hai's eyes became cold and cold, his heart no longer harbored enthusiasm, and his blood gradually lost its temperature, like cold water. For many years, he had always felt that there was something missing in his heart, and he searched hard to find something to fill, but no matter how many people he killed, he still couldn't fill the hole in his heart.

At this moment, looking at the young man's enthusiastic black eyes, Zhu Hai felt in his heart that the young man was still alive, and he was the one who had died.

Am I the poor one?

No, no, I'm not pitiful, it's the past me, the stupid me who still believes in dreams. I have now seen the reality that dreams are nothing more than a deceptive lie.

I am Zhu Hai, I am a ghost of Yama, a ghost who holds the life and death of others, Zhu Hai shook his head desperately, denying everything in the past, just a few seconds, because of the words of the young man, Zhu Hai remembered himself when he was young, when he still had the dream of becoming a general in his heart, but Zhu Hai shook his head and denied the past, so that he could wake up from his memories.

Zhu Hai became a Yama ghost and changed his name, and he also abandoned his past self, but the young man in front of him was very much like his former self, looking at him, he couldn't help but think back to the past.

"I can't be bound by the past anymore, I won't be naïve to believe in dreams anymore, I'm a ghost, a ghost has no feelings, no dreams. I decided, I'm going to kill you, because you, and your past childish self, make me feel sick. ”

Zhu Hai was moved by murderous intentions, he had to kill this young man in order to completely forget the past and completely become a ghost. No feelings, no dreams, a ruthless ghost.

The wind blew away the black hair on his forehead, and Zhu Hai became indifferent again, his eyes were cold and ruthless, full of murderous evil spirits.

He raised his gaze, looked at the young man coldly, and said, "You, and your dreams, go to death." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Hai raised the flag sail in his right hand, the wind gathered again, and there were bursts of sharp whistling sounds in the air, as if countless sharp daggers were hanging.

"Oops. Realizing the threat of death, Zu Ze's face changed greatly, he was Yang Ming's servant, and he had to protect the young master. Zu Ze concentrated, pointed his left index finger to the sky, used all his spiritual power, and chanted: "When our company is in the sky, the heart is born according to nature, and thunder falls." ”

The sky above let out a shout in response, and several thunderbolts fell like a shower, falling between Yang Ming and Zhu Hai, like a thunderstorm waterfall, separating the two.

Zhu Hai frowned slightly, looking at the lightning that suddenly landed, he was very puzzled in his heart, "You are really more and more surprising to me, I admit that it is indeed a pity to kill you, but you must die." ”

Only by killing you can I become a ghost completely, no longer have a trace of emotion, no longer have nostalgia for the past.

Zhu Hai waved the flag sail, and the thunder and lightning that fell between the boy and Zhu Hai got out of the way, and the leading power of Zhu Hai's flag sail can manipulate the direction of the wind, and it can also manipulate the thunder and lightning.

The thunder and lightning fell from the clouds, and when it was about to fall to the ground, it was affected by the flag sail, as if there was a pair of giant hands invisibly, and then with a wave of force, it forcibly twisted the situation of the thunder and lightning falling, and then fell into the distance.

Zu Ze's power comes from Yang Ming's dragon source vein, and now his witchcraft power is equal to the strength of the young man, and it is only at the Xingyao level, which cannot match Zhu Hai at all.

Yang Ming raised his head and glanced at Zu Ze in the air, his expression was a little sad, "Zu Ze, I'm going to die, right?"

Death is always a nasty word.

Zu Ze didn't answer, but his eyes looked into the distance, waiting, looking forward to it.

Then, at the end of his vision, there was a point of light, which shook very quickly, and then quickly disappeared, like a twinkling star in the night sky.

One flash, one extinguished.

Zhu Hai waved the flag sail, looked at the young man, and said coldly: "Do you have any last words?"

Yang Ming retracted his sad expression, and he said stubbornly: "Hmph, uncle will avenge me, he will definitely kill you." ”

"Hahaha, then why didn't he come yet? It seems that he really ran away. Did I really misread him, a coward, and he still wants to kill me?"

"Wait, Uncle will come, and he will kill you. The young man shouted at Zhu Hai and refused to admit defeat, but he was complaining in his heart, uncle, why haven't you come yet?

Zhu Hai sneered and continued to wave the flag sail.

Violent wind rolled up from under Zhu Hai's feet, with a chilling sharpness and piercing scream, every time the air flow gathered, a huge Wu Yao would surge, from Zhu Hai's body, a mountain of mountains shook towards the young man, Yang Ming stood tensely, the violent air flow blew his vision blurred, the other party's condensed Wu Yao was simply suffocating, the air rushed rapidly, suppressing the young man's chest, and even breathing became very difficult.

Although Yang Ming already knew that Zhu Hai's strength far surpassed his own, he was still frightened when he saw Zhu Hai reveal his true strength. The young man tried his best to maintain his standing posture, he desperately suppressed the fear that was about to come out of his chest, his trembling pupils, and stared at the wind gathering around Zhu Hai.

Yang Ming knew that Zhu Hai had a murderous intent, his next attack would definitely kill him, from the sharp sound of the wind, as if he heard thousands of fierce beasts screaming, such a violent wind, once it hit, his body would definitely be torn to pieces, a thousand, or ten thousand? The young man did not dare to imagine how many pieces his body would be broken into.

"That's what it feels like to be dying. Obviously, I told myself many times in my heart, don't be afraid, but when it really came to this moment, the boy was still afraid.

"If you're afraid, close your eyes. Zu Ze floated in the air and said to Yang Ming.

Looking at Zu Ze's calm appearance, Yang Ming thought to himself, to put it simply, you are a soul, of course you are not afraid.

Thinking like this, the young man thought again, will he become a soul in the world like Zu Ze after he dies?

Yang Ming closed his eyes and prepared for all this.

The storm rose to the extreme, and then Zhu Hai pushed forward with his right hand,

"The wind kills. “

came, Yang Ming's heart suddenly tensed.

A suffocating wind rushed in, as if a huge tsunami was pressing down on the boy.

At this moment, the light point that was approaching in the distance came quietly, and the light wrapped the young man's entire body, and in an instant, it disappeared.

"Wow ......"

Countless wind blades destroyed everything in Zhu Hai's field of vision, trees turned into sawdust, rocks turned into powder, and the path traveled by the wind, there was nothing else on the ground, and dust filled the sky.

After a few seconds, the forest regained its composure.

The dust slowly settled, and in front of Zhu Hai, within a range of nearly a kilometer, the forest turned into a barren flat land, the loess on the ground was bare, and there were countless cracks, which was cruel.

Zhu Hai took back the flag sail, the bright moon reflected his indifferent face, in the face of the destruction of countless living beings, he still had no expression, but his eyes flashed with an indifferent light, looking like he was satisfied. As a killer, he has lost his kindness as a human being, and only the pleasure of killing is his only emotion.

But this pleasure only stayed in Zhu Hai's eyes for a very short second, a light flashed almost imperceptibly, and then fell not far from Zhu Hai, after the light disappeared, Wu Jian appeared there, holding the scarred boy in his arms.

At the last moment, Wu Jian finally caught up.

Not long ago, Wu Jian detoxified the poison of Xueshenglan, and according to the young man's words, he took the black antidote, checked his body, and still had some slight pain in his heart, but it was fine.

This is the route that the young man told Wu Jian in advance, and after Yang Ming lured Zhu Hai away, he would flee in the direction of Houshan. Wu Jian didn't stop for a moment, and at the moment when the boy was about to be torn apart by the wind, Wu Jian finally arrived, he saved Yang Ming, and took the boy out of the wind.

When Wu Jian appeared and took a step, Zhu Hai noticed him. Wu Jian hugged the young man, and the wind blew his long black hair, like a black ghost emerging in the night.

Zhu Hai's face was stunned, Wu Jian saved the boy, and quietly appeared behind him, all this, Zhu Hai did not notice, there is no doubt that Wu Jian just cast a moment, and the gods and ghosts could not see the speed. And his breath was steady, his pace was steady, and there was no sign of poisoning.

"Didn't you get hit by the Blood Born Orchid, how could you still use it for a moment?" Zhu Hai shouted at Wu Jian's figure.

But Wu Jian ignored him, as if it was just a noisy rumor.

Wu Jian hugged the young man and found a place where the grass was luxuriant, there were no stones on the ground, and a tall and upright tree next to it, with a thick trunk, was a good place to rest.

Wu Jian gently lowered the boy against the grass and leaned his back against the trunk of the tree. During the whole process, Wu Jian ignored Zhu Hai, and didn't even look at him. Zhu Hai is like a speck of dust, no, the dust will make people sneer, he just thinks that Zhu Hai seems to not exist, not even as good as dust.

"Ahh Although Wu Jian's movements were very light, Yang Ming was still hurt, because he was injured too badly, and just now, the young man really thought he was dead, so he fainted. He opened his eyes, and under the moonlight was Wu Jian's gentle eyes.

"Uncle, you're here. Yang Ming shouted excitedly, his body hurt again, but it didn't matter anymore, because the uncle came.

Seeing that after the young man woke up, Wu Jian's eyebrows and eyes stretched a lot, and he had been worried about Yang Ming on the way here, he touched Yang Ming's forehead and said in a gentle voice: "I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

"yes, I almost died. The boy's voice was a little grumbling.

"I'm so sorry. Wu Jian apologized again, he looked at the young man covered in scars, and a sad look appeared on his face, "However, now it's all over." ”

"Hmm. The young man didn't doubt Wu Jian's words, he nodded, and let out a long breath, it seems that the uncle is fine, he is here, and everything is over.

"It's over?" Zhu Hai let out an angry voice when he heard Wu Jian's words, "General Mo, you are too underestimated, I'm still here." ”

Wu Jian got up slowly, then turned to look at Zhu Hai, at this moment, his eyes changed instantly, and his face showed a cold air under the moonlight, which was a kind of anger.

Wu Jian slowly walked over to Zhu Hai.

Looking at Wu Jian, Zhu Hai couldn't help but be afraid, and he asked the first question again, "Aren't you hit by the blood and giving birth to an orchid?"

Wu Jian replied indifferently, and his tone did not carry any emotion: "I was hit by Xueshenglan, and Xueshenglan was also poisoned tonight, but now the poison has been removed." ”

"How is it possible?" Zhu Hai fell into disbelief again, everything that happened tonight was beyond his comprehension.

Wu Jian didn't answer, he continued to walk towards Zhu Hai, like an angry ghost, and above his face, there was a silent anger.

"You. Zhu Hai's temples were beating faintly, and he could hear the sound of blood rushing in his veins, which was a trembling sound.

At this time, Zhu Hai remembered the young man's words, "Uncle will come, and he will definitely kill you." ”

Zhu Hai suppressed the fear in his heart and took out a white medicine bottle from his arms, which contained a red pill.

This pill is called life and death, after taking it, it can greatly stimulate people's potential, in a short period of time, the strength can increase several times, or even ten times, after the black bird cured Zhu Hai's body, he handed over this medicine to him, and instructed: "This medicine can make you double your strength in a short period of time, but after the effect of the medicine, you will also have a heart exhaustion, if you only take one, I can still save your life, if it is more, even the gods can not protect you." ”

Life and death are only in a thought.

Zhu Hai looked at Wu Jian who was coming, no longer hesitated, and shouted: "General Mo, in order to kill you, I don't want my life." ”

With that, he lifted the pill bottle and poured the red pill into his mouth, one, two, three......