Under the dark clouds of black oppression.

The wind is whistling, and the thunder is howling.

The earth groaned and cracked.

What was once a peaceful village was turned into ruins in an instant.

In the ubiquitous flying sand and rocks.

Gao Xu stood on the ground, staring at Tsing Yi Wei in mid-air.

"Strength! That's power!"

"I'm already a ghost emperor, but you, a martial saint, what are you fighting me with?"

Tsing Yi looked at Gao Xu and spoke disdainfully.

As each of her fell, a thunderbolt fell from the sky.

Splitting to Gao Xu's front, it seems, is a demonstration.

Gao Xu looked at Tsing Yi silently and did not speak.

"Trick me into trust."

"People from the Paranormal Bureau deserve to die!"

Tsing Yi closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure of skyrocketing strength.

After a while, he reopened his eyes, looked at Gao Xu, and spoke viciously.

Gao Xu was still silent.

He was thinking about how to force that passage out.

"Ant, die!"

Seeing that Gao Xu's face did not show fear as she thought.

Tsing Yi Wei felt a little bored.

The roaring words fell, and Tsing Yi waved his hand.

"Boom!"

The blackened clouds coalesced together to form a dark and deep vortex.

The next moment.

A large, pale hand slowly poked out of the whirlpool.

At the same time that the heavens and the earth came to a standstill under this terrifying mana.

"Whew!"

The big hand directly crushed towards Gao Xu.

In an instant, it pierced through layers of air and fell on top of Gao Xu's head at an extremely fast speed.

The next moment.

Just when Gao Xu looked up at the big hand, he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Ugh."

A sigh rang out suddenly.

As the space fluctuated, a large, shriveled hand appeared in an instant.

Facing the big pale hand that fell, he slapped it directly.

"Bang!"

A thunderous explosion exploded with the sound of a collision.

Followed by.

Under the stunned gaze of Gao Xu and Tsing Yi, an old man slowly appeared in mid-air.

"How is that possible?"

Gao Xu's astonishment sounded first.

This old man, Gao Xu had met before, was the old man carrying the coffin.

But before, in Gao Xu's temptation, the old man carrying the coffin was obviously in the middle stage of the Martial Saint, how could he be able to take the palm of the Ghost Emperor?

It's just that he seems to see Gao Xu's doubts.

The old man carrying the coffin glanced at Gao Xu and did not explain.

"You did it anyway."

The old man carrying the coffin glanced at Tsing Yi and said lightly.

Tsing Yi didn't speak.

She just stared at the old man carrying the coffin, looking incredulous.

After a few breaths.

"Impossible!"

Hysterical rants resounded in all directions.

"Shangguan Yuan! Aren't you dead?"

Tsing Yi's eyes bulged violently, staring at the old man carrying the coffin.

Hear those three words.

Gao Xu's heart shook.

"Back then, I knew the inside story, and I even knew that you were gathered from the souls of the entire Wankouzhuang."

"I know that I can't make up for the blood feud created by the Shangguan family, but I just want to make up for you innocent souls."

"So, I erased the record and went back to report that there was nothing strange here, just a cordondown so that no one could break the peace here."

"But when I was about to die, I knew I was wrong when I heard that there was something strange going on here

Now, the Shangguan family hasn't given up here, and you won't be reconciled."

"I used the methods of the Shangguan family, experimented countless times, refined myself into weirdness, and entered the ghost world."

"While being the old man carrying the coffin in the ghost world, I silently watch your every move."

"There is no supreme official yuan in the world, only the old man who carries the coffin."

"After hundreds of years of staring, watching more and more weirdness here, I knew that you wouldn't stop."

"In order not to set off another resurgence of terror in the world, I infiltrated this village and stayed for hundreds of years."

"For hundreds of years, I have struggled, you died innocently and tragically, if it is about revenge, you are the most deserving of the butcher's knife, you have suffered so much back then, should I stop you?"

"Until, I met this young man."

The old man carrying the coffin slowly spoke.

After that, he glanced at Gao Xu on the ground next to him.

"He's right, there are some things that have to be done."

"You're innocent, but if you set off a resurgence of terror, how many innocent people will be involved?"

"There are good people and bad people in this world, and just because there are a few bad people, you can't deprive the rest of them of their right to live."

"If you want to take revenge, you can find me, I am a member of the Shangguan family, but the others are innocent, they have done nothing wrong, why should they die tragically in their sleep?"

The old man who carried the coffin sighed.

Hearing this, Tsing Yi was silent for a moment.

Soon, her face turned hideous again.

"They are innocent, so am I all innocent?"

"What did so many of us in the village do?"

"What's the difference between the soul wailing under the butcher's knife and the survivor?"

Tsing Yi gritted his teeth and opened his mouth hysterically.

After that, Tsing Yi waved his hand.

"Boom!"

The ground cracked, and it roared incessantly.

As the cracks in the ground get deeper and deeper.

A long and narrow passage exuding spatial fluctuations and strange darkness appeared in front of Gao Xu.

"But we can't make up for the last mistake with another mistake."

The old man who carried the coffin sighed.

In that passage, there was a demon that was about to come out.

With a wave of his hand, a supreme force rushed in an instant.

In an instant, he suppressed the evil spirit, and then slapped it back to the other side of the passage.

"You have suffered and want to fill human society with suffering, I can understand it."

"But you shouldn't involve innocent people."

"You can find the official family, you can find me, you can find the Spiritual Bureau."

"If you set off a resurgence of terror, how many souls are like you, struggling under the butcher's knife?"

The old man who carried the coffin shook his head.

"And how long can you hold out?"

"You forcibly restored to your former strength."

"Using a strange identity to accept the power of human beings, do you think you can maintain it forever?"

Tsing Yi sneered.

looked at the old man carrying the coffin with disdain, and shot back into the passage again and again.

For Tsing Yi's words.

The old man carrying the coffin did not answer.

After slapping a demon back into the passage one more time.

The old man carrying the coffin looked at Gao Xu and nodded.

"There's the weirdness of cannibalism, and there's the weirdness of saving people."

"There is no distinction between right and wrong, but people's hearts are divided into cold and warm."

"Good and evil in a flash, young man, you have a long road ahead, and I hope you can persevere."

The old man who carried the coffin spoke very kindly.

After that, without waiting for Gao Xu to answer, the old man who carried the coffin raised his head and looked at Tsing Yi.

"I can understand your pain back then, so I spared your life and just buried you in the ground, hope

Time can erase the pain in your heart."

"If you insist on revenge, you can find me, you can find the official family."

"But you want to erase the pain in your heart with the rest of your souls, and I won't allow it."

"They're as innocent as you are."