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However, compared to the ghostly soul in the forest, which was as muddy and cold as smoke, this person's soul body was clear and pure, without the slightest impurity, and the soul body exuded golden light from the inside out.

The golden light was as warm and soft as the sun, and wherever the soul passed, the surrounding dense forests were reflected in a blazing gold, as bright as day.

The appearance of this soul shadow was like a drop of cold water into an oil pot, and the originally silent ghost forest instantly stirred.

"Roar! pure soul, delicious soul!"

Seeing him, the eyes of the low-level ghosts with low IQ instantly turned red.

In their eyes, the pure soul in front of them was like an incomparably sweet cake, and their saliva was so hungry that they wanted to tear it apart and swallow it in their stomachs immediately.

In the blink of an eye, at least a dozen ghosts roared and pounced on the golden soul shadow from all directions.

A big supplement, that's definitely a big thing.

However, before they could pounce on the figure and start tearing, the figure suddenly raised its head.

He has a face that looks a little vicissitudes, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes are extraordinarily deep.

Seeing the swarming low-level ghosts, a touch of solemnity and solemnity suddenly crossed his originally peaceful eyes, revealing a sad and compassionate sadness: "Fallen human souls, I send you back to the light. ”

As soon as the words fell, his lowered right hand had already been raised, and in the palm of his hand, a ball of golden soul power suddenly bloomed with golden light.

The dozen or so miserable white ghosts had just pounced in front of the figure, and when they were illuminated by the golden light, they immediately let out a terrible scream.

Bursts of black smoke rose up, and their ghostly bodies as muddy as smoke were rapidly corroded in the golden light, melting as quickly as ice and snow melted, but they had been completely dissolved in an instant, leaving not even a single dregs behind.

In the depths of the forest, those blue and red high-level ghosts were flying towards them, and when they saw this, they hurriedly braked suddenly, and retracted into the depths of the forest, hiding and shivering.

The figure glanced in their direction, then calmly withdrew its gaze and continued to walk forward with the golden light in hand.

He doesn't remember who he is or where he comes from.

The only memory left in his mind was the scene of him being burned at the stake, the painful torment he felt when he was consumed by the flames, the only voice in his memory, the disdain and humiliation of others, and beyond that, he knew nothing, remembered nothing.

But in the dark, there was a voice that kept urging him to go back quickly.

Go back quickly.

Go back......

A strong will sustained him to be reborn from the ashes, to awaken from the chaos, and he knew he had to go back.

There, there is his past.

There, even if he was burned at the stake, even if he was engulfed in flames, he would rather die than regret it, and always insisted on it, which was the place of his soul.

Only by returning there can he regain his memories and find his true self.

He didn't know what it was, so he could only follow the guidance of his heart, stepping through barren mountains, stepping on meadows, wading through rivers, walking and walking, walking and walking......

This walk took half a year.

The golden figure looked up.

At the end of the line of sight, there are dense forests and glowing ghosts, and beyond that, there is nothing, nothing to see.

But he knew it was near.

After half a year on foot and countless detours, he was finally about to return there.

He had already faintly felt a call from that place, and his heart, which should have stopped beating a long time ago, was beating vigorously, as if he was celebrating something.

A flash of hope flashed in his deep eyes, and he followed the guidance of his heart and took the next step firmly.

Compared with just now, the pace under his feet has slightly accelerated, but it is still as steady as Mount Tai, smooth and firm.

If Wu Hui's divine eye could see this, he would definitely find that directly in front of the direction of this soul's advance, there was a building that he was very familiar with—the Monastery of St. Luan.

In the forest, only instinctive low-level ghosts smelled the smell of pure souls emanating from the golden soul shadow, like cats that smelled fishy smells, rushing towards him one after another, and quickly dissolving under the illumination of the golden light in his palm.

Unconsciously, the golden light emitted by the ball of soul power in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the power fluctuations became more and more intense.

By the time he passed through the dense forest and was about to walk out of the Ghost Forest, the brilliant golden light had become as brilliant as the sun, reflecting the entire Ghost Forest in golden glory.

Its light is so brilliant that it seems to be able to sweep away all the evil in the world.

Everywhere the light passed, the cold and silence in the forest were instantly washed away, and the air seemed to be washed by water, and the fragrance of plants and trees came from it.

When the figure left the Ghost Forest, the entire Ghost Forest was almost completely cleansed, becoming more vibrant than the ordinary forest.

Hiding tightly, the few high-level ghosts who finally survived looked at the empty ghost forest, looking at each other speechlessly, wanting to cry without tears.

Where did this perverted soul come from?

After this catastrophe, it will take at least one or two hundred years for the Ghost Forest to recover.

......

While the golden soul shadow was trudging through the mountains, the civilians in Gru Town had fallen asleep, except for the candles still burning on the castle's watchtower, which stood out in the silence of the night.

In the middle of the town, beside a deep well dug by hand, the old man of the night vigil huddled in a corner sheltered from the wind, his head little by little, already drowsy in the long wait.

Suddenly.

There was a small rustling sound in the street, like the hem of a robe scratching across the rammed earth pavement.

The old man opened his eyes vigilantly.

However, before he could see anything clearly, a faint fragrance passed through the tip of his nose, and his eyes instantly became dazed, and then suddenly his eyes closed, tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, the sound continued.

After a while, a figure appeared from the corner of the street and walked slowly to the well.

The figure was wearing a dark purple hooded robe, slender and tall, through the robe, the graceful body curves could be vaguely seen, it was actually a woman.

In the moonlight, her sharp jaw was almost transparent, her lips were red and black, and the wriggling black lines on her skin exuded a cold glow, and her whole body was gloomy and treacherous, which made people shudder.

This woman is actually the dark witch who once appeared in the city lord's mansion of Lu'an City, Miss Judy.

I don't know what she did, wrapped in a robe, her whole person seemed to melt into the night, and along the way, no one found her, whether it was the soldiers on the watchtower or the civilians sleeping on the street.

"Heh~ The so-called town under the protection of the God of Light is nothing more than that~"

A hoarse female voice sounded in the night.

The woman's eerily red lips were slightly hooked, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her pale face.

The pseudo-saint is just pretending to be a ghost, see how I burst the bubble you blew out.

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