"Devil's Skeleton!" Silverdust screamed, his voice filled with terror and panic, as if he was about to die with some invincible ghost. He shouted, his hands drawing a complex array of magic in the air, then lighting it up with the gray-black light on his hands, and then he recited a long list of incantations like a marionette, mechanically and without the slightest human emotion, which had taken him ten minutes.

The gray-blue fog drifted up, as if the endless ghost energy gathered into a gangfeng, obscuring everything in front of him, and Silver Dust sat on the ground in pain and weakness, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. "Did you do it anyway?" he muttered, almost like a terrorist after a crime of passion facing an uncontrollable mess.

A large stream of gray-black gas poured into the little girl's body, and the swastika seal resurfaced from the girl's skin, flashing and emitting an evil black light, and the scene in the whole room was like the most terrifying hell. The souls of the dead wailed, the air of death was pervasive, and the weight of darkness was like a flock of fateful black crows gathered together, and it was pressed down from the top of the head.

When all illusions gradually dissipated, when all sins were irreparable, when the morning sun once again shone in ignorance from outside the small door, Yinchen slowly got up from the ground, and he felt more tired and weak than just now.

He raised his hand tremblingly, looking at his two tiny palms, one black and one silver, and looking at the empty palms, trembling. "Master, forgive me......" Yinchen shook his head, trying to drive away the heavy thoughts in his heart. The first struggles were gone, and his mood was tired and calm, even cold and cruel. Only then did he fully recall the cruelty of the girl when she fed him Sanyuan Dan, the hypocrisy when she untied the chains on her hands and feet, the shamelessness when she took off her clothes in front of her, and the pink spicy light that never faded in the depths of her eyes. It was only then that she seemed to remember that she was a victim, a wretched creature who had been toyed with by some unknown terrible demonic way, rather than a paladin who was entitled to mercy to the world. Silver Dust smiled bitterly silently, he felt that compared to his own bastard, this terrible and wild world was darker and more ruthless.

He walked slowly to the bed and looked at the poor and hateful thirteen-year-old girl.

The girl's breathing was slowly weakening and finally stopped, but her heartbeat, pulse and body temperature did not change significantly, and even the color of her skin was closer to that of a living person than before, closer to the pink and round of a normal thirteen-year-old girl. On the girl's face, the strong red makeup is slowly fading, revealing her original pink, soft cheeks, which were buried deep underneath by the thick fat powder, and the two sick blue-black pieces caused by long-term excessive intercourse with men quickly disappeared, her teeth became white and shiny like mirrors, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes also disappeared completely, and even the red phoenix eyes became a little rounder. Her skin became more delicate and smooth, and it could be broken by blowing, and Yinchen reached out and gently touched her skin, and the feeling was simply inextricable. Her body became more and more perfect, every hair, every inch of skin, every muscle became just right, and the whole person even emitted bursts of pearly luster. Silver Dust looked at her, looking at her naked body, his eyes were full of incredible appreciation and simple appreciation of the artwork, but there was not the slightest evil light of desire.

The girl's body became perfect, but her soul had long since dissipated.

Her eyeballs disappeared entirely, and there were only two chaotic blacks in her eye sockets, like a whirlpool of silt, pitch black, heavy, dark and terrifying, and her skin exuded layers of golden luster, which was her power attribute, light.

The fan died. This is an indisputable fact. At this time, what appeared in front of Silver Dust was just a ghoul and demon remains.

The ghoul is a high-level necromantic ghost, she does not have a trace of the breath of life on her body, only a shadow of death, she has a body temperature, a heartbeat, and even glows, but she is already an out-and-out undead, and even she is a light attribute herself, she is still afraid of the attack of light magic.

She will never have any wisdom again, she can only rely on the orders and instincts of Silver Dust, she will never speak again, she will not shout, she will not cry, and she will never even have an expression.

She died, her soul shattered, leaving only a perfect body.

Yinchen held on to the edge of the bed, the spasmodic muscles of his whole body suddenly relaxed, he gasped for breath, it was as unbearable as running five hundred kilometers with a load, and the pores of his body sprayed a lot of sweat, at first it was still normal transparent and colorless sweat, and then it slowly turned into a dark and smelly viscous substance. Silver Dust had no choice but to jump deep into the huge wooden basin placed at the door of the grass shed, the already cold water made him shiver, but the magician's physique quickly adapted to this basin of biting cold bath water, Silver Dust hurriedly rubbed the black slime off his body, and after a while, the entire basin of water was dyed into an inky color, exuding a faint fishy smell.

It was the most hurried and scribbled bath in the life of the Silver Dust Mage, and in less than five minutes, he crawled out of the tub and put on his crumpled silver-white robe. He turned his head to look at the girl on the bed, at her beautiful body lying in the thick quilt, and suddenly felt that the whole straw shed looked like a morgue. Silver Dust's face twitched a few times, and finally he got under the hard bed, and gently dragged out a small bamboo box from under the bed, about a foot square, this was the girl's suitcase, Silver Dust sensed it with the domain the moment he entered the grass shed.

There are a few clothes neatly stacked in the suitcase, most of the red, red, green and green seem to be the styles that only girls in Qinglou wear, either they can't cover their breasts or deliberately show their legs, which is even more confusing than the girl's current state of naked. Silver Dust took out all these clothes and draped them over the girl, only to find a different set of clothes at the bottom of the box.

There were two pieces in this set, a waist-cinching robe and an unusually wide cloak, both of which were scarlet in color, a little redder than the girl's other clothes, as if stained with blood. There is an embroidery on the chest of the two clothes, which at first glance looks like a flower embroidered with gold thread, but if you look closely, you can find that it is an abstract pattern of two people doing adult sports. (To be continued.) )