Look at the figure in front of you. The ghost butterfly 'stirred' up with regrets in her heart. In front of me was a man. To be precise, a man who has died and turned into a ghost, and who hovers around and refuses to leave.

(It was eleven o'clock when I wrote the whisper.) Some horror said. ）

Who is he. The answer to this ghost butterfly is very clear, although it is long dead. But the noble temperament on his body is still indelible, as if it has long been engraved in his bones.

White tiger.... The White Tiger, one of the four divine beasts. Died here. This... How can it be. It's unimaginable.

Divine beasts generally do not die unless their spirit cores are destroyed. And the spirit core is in the heart of the divine beast. Who is it. Can be so close to the White Tiger. and kill ... He.

However, the White Tiger's resentful spirit didn't give the ghost butterfly time to think at all. Continue to attack unconsciously. The Holy Spirit Qi just now left a huge blood 'hole' in his body.

However, he is dead. It is simply impossible to be sentient. So there was no stop to the attack at all. Continue to attack the ghost butterfly.

"Fuck off. Stay away from my master. A 'female' voice exploded in the air. Before the white tiger touched the ghost butterfly. A fierce wind struck him back.

Ling Huyue's face was full of anger that could not be ignored. The flickering fire in the purple eyes seemed to be about to eat the white tiger.

She still wants to attack again. The ghost butterfly on the side opened her mouth. "He's a white tiger,".

The simple four words that Ghost Butterfly uttered exploded in Ling Huyue's head.

"Impossible! How could the divine beast die. Ling Huyue seemed to have heard something unreasonable, and saw it out loud. The delicate little face gradually turned pale.

"His spiritual core was destroyed." Ghost Butterfly looked at the white tiger who was about to attack again, and continued.

“。 No, it won't. The spirit core of the divine beast is extremely small, and it is already difficult to find it, how. It could be ruined. ”。 Ling Huyue blocked the white tiger's almost crazy attack on the side. Said with a lost soul.

"He... It may have been crushed. Ghost Butterfly paused. In the end, it seems that some conclusion has been reached, and he said slowly.

Her tone was flat. But behind that blandness lies an incalculable sadness.

"They... Why be so cruel! "Only Ling Huyue, who is a divine beast, knows. It's already humiliating for a mythical beast to be tamed.

If you are defeated, you don't deserve to live at all. If... After defeating. The corpse was broken little by little. Just to destroy his spirit core. That's a shame. The shame of 'naked'.

“。。。。。。” Ghost Butterfly went up and helped Ling Huyue resist a few moves. Didn't speak. She was curious. And not just because of the question of who killed the White Tiger.

But. Such a proud beast. It's for what reason. It's because of some obsession that refuses to go away. It is necessary to settle in a way that the world most abhorres, unconscious resentment.

Maybe. There will be an answer in the depths of that 'hole'. She looked up at the dark 'hole'. Opening. "Linghuyue, you. . Stop him, I'm going to go in and have a look. ”

The ghost butterfly motioned to Ling Huyue's 'hole' without the slightest light, and Ling Huyue instantly understood what the ghost butterfly meant, and a wind blade knocked the white tiger to the corner.

Then tell the ghost butterfly with your eyes. Let her go in quickly, of course Ghost Butterfly did not hesitate. The ghost butterfly quickly entered the 'hole'.