Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Youth's Restlessness
The mouth of the prison
Mo Ya led the orc warriors to retreat as promised, and once again clarified the boundaries between the two clans, signed a contract, and promised not to offend each other in the future. Qiong Li also returned to Mohai with the surviving sea spirit beasts. Although the Sea Spirit Beast clan suffered heavy casualties this time, as long as there are survivors, there will still be fire, and there will be a future. Luochen chose to stay in the human race, and Wen Yu naturally stayed with him. The Terrans have also begun to pick up the pieces and rebuild their homes destroyed by the war.
In this life-destroying war, countless people gave their lives, countless people lost their families, countless white-haired people sent away black-haired people, and countless women could no longer wait for their sweethearts. This is war, and it is precisely because of its cruelty that people realize that peace is not easy to come by.
The war between humans and beasts has finally come to an end today.
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"Whispering, are you awake?"
"Uh-" The girl rubbed her eyes like a kitten that had just woken up. Her cute appearance made the boy's heart melt at once.
The fragrance of the flowers of the nine-hearted begonia fills the house, intoxicating. The boy doted on the girl in his arms, and the smile on his lips was as warm and warm as the spring breeze in March.
It's all over.
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However, is it really over? A trace of worry flashed in Qin Yubin's eyes, and his left hand subconsciously touched the hilt of the Ghost Yuan Sword on his waist.
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late at night
Outside, there was a shrill crow. The sleeping boy sat up suddenly, covered in a cold sweat and panting heavily. This was the third time he had woken up from a nightmare that night, and all three were in the same scene: Hell. This is not accidental, at his level, it is impossible for this situation to occur for no reason.
The boy got up and got out of bed, and went to the window, a little tired, and opened the window, and with a cool breeze burst into the room, which made him shiver.
The boy rubbed his temples, worried. His pupils were visibly mixed with uneasy emotion.
It was the sword! From the moment the summoning ended, the sword seemed to be out of control. The sword seemed to echo with the wail of a terrible ghost, which always lingered in the young man's ears, stimulating his nerves and lingering.
The boy gritted his teeth, finally made up his mind, strode to the head of the bed, and picked up the sword. Looking at the quaint and strange Sanskrit on the scabbard, he took a deep breath and pulled out his sword vigorously.
The cold wind whimpered, like the whisper of a lonely ghost.
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The next day, the Tower of Babel
"Tower Master, something has happened! Ice God ...... He's gone!"
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When he opened his eyes again, Qin Yubin found himself in an ethereal and strange world. His entire body became erratic, as if it were ...... Soul state. He couldn't remember how he got to be like this, he couldn't remember how he got to this place, and when he pulled out the sword, he lost consciousness.
"Awake?" Behind him, a thick and solemn voice like an ancient bell sounded.
Qin Yubin was startled, only then did he realize that there was someone behind him, and hurriedly turned around, and what caught his eye was the phantom of a middle-aged man. His face was very cold, his eyebrows were full of majesty that could not be blasphemed, and the surging breath on his body gave people a deadly sense of sharpness. Even Qin Yubin now, he will feel invisible oppression from him.
This person...... Where have you seen it? Qin Yubin frowned, where is it...... That's right, the Ghost Yuan Sword! He is the soul in the Ghost Yuan Sword! Sure enough, the strong sense of uneasiness before is an omen, and everything is not over yet!
After calming down his emotions, Qin Yubin made a gesture and asked respectfully, "I don't know the name of the senior?"
"Hahaha, the name is just a code name, I don't remember it. The man laughed, "Still, they all call me: Death." ”