What is the first reaction of a person when he sees a behemoth rushing straight in his direction?

Han Baiyi didn't know.

But when he saw the resentful ghost in front of him pounce on him with his fire claws, his first thought was to slash it with a backhand.

Fear?

Fear.

After seeing the incomparably tragic scorching heat and dry corpse hell, who dares to confidently guarantee that they are not afraid?

Guilty?

Guilty.

Han Baiyi, who recognized it as a resentful ghost turned into a Buddhist carver as early as the first time, felt a colicy pain in his heart.

Whose heart is not made of flesh?

But can he hold back?

No.

Even if you are scared to death in your heart, you feel so guilty that you want to beat your chest and stomp, and you hate yourself for being one step late, but so what?

Who would allow him not to face it?

On the battlefield, no matter whether they are close or close, only life and death, even if the wolf and the Buddhist carver in this world are just strangers passing by, but the countless help and exchanges in the wolf still make the image of the Buddha carver deeply engraved in Han Baiyi's heart.

The moment you pass by in front of the broken temple door, everything appears vividly in front of you.

But is Han Baiyi qualified to decide anything?

Isn't it to pick up the gun when you're faced with a breakthrough?

Or do you avoid the key point at the moment of meeting eternal life and death?

For Han Baiyi, all this is both a game and not a game.

People don't stop wielding knives because of pain.

The resentful ghost who was burning all over his body had fierce eyes, and Shura, who had been in a stalemate for a long time and had completely lost his mind, roared and rushed towards Han Baiyi, the fire claws swept against the ground, scraping up a whole layer of ground like an excavator, and the soil turned into dust and spread in the sky, and a cloud of smoke filled the sky.

In terms of strength, the ghost of resentment is simply crushing Han Baiyi at a level.

However, the long knife in the hand will not be dull because of its weak strength.

Entangled with thunder and lightning, the whole body of the pitch-black door tore through the smoke, and Han Baiyi, who was wrapped in white thunder, loomed in everyone's field of vision like a sword ghost, leaving a footprint on the ground that showed the direction of the charge, and the dust followed his footsteps in the opposite direction.

However, even if his direction was so obvious, no one could catch him from a distance.

Swift as thunder.

Looking at Han Baiyi's speed, Rei Mingxian Ichiro opened his mouth wide with an unwilling expression, his eyes widened, and his pupils constricted like the tip of a needle, but he could only detect afterimages.

The huge resentful ghost roared wildly and pounded at Han Baiyi's footholds.

Contrary to its huge size, the speed of the Ghost of Resentment was extremely flexible, but compared to Han Baiyi, his speed was not fast enough.

Han Baiyi was wrapped with white thunder.

As long as he's fast enough, the team ...... The enemy's big fists can't catch up with him.

However, running is never strong, and every extreme speed is to find the enemy's weak point.

With the help of super fast speed, Han Baiyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and his feet exploded like thunder, and he plunged into the incomparably sticky air with a thud, and the blade took the white thunder and pierced the back of the resentful ghost's neck.

Rustling like a shooting star.

In a fleeting moment, Han Baiyi withstood the wind pressure, raised the tip of his knife, and with the thunder and lightning that entwined his body, the whole person seemed to be an arrow flying towards the ground.

The gaze is deep.

Since he can't tell right from wrong, he speaks with the sword of life and death.

That's how ninjas live.

The distance is closing at a speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye.

Ei Na Koichiro, who was watching the battle from afar, suddenly clenched his heart.

In his high-speed dynamic vision, which was far beyond ordinary people, the ghost with his back to Han Baiyi suddenly folded his arms in reverse.

'Peng-'

The fire claw of the left arm, which was twice as huge as the right claw, suddenly folded the arm towards the back at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to capture, and the flame of the left claw burned vigorously towards Han Baiyi.

His pupils were pale white in Han Baiyi, as if he saw the sun.

However, Han Baiyi did not have the slightest fear in the face of this scene, but rushed straight up like a moth to a fire.

With a hook of his tongue, he bit a whistle made of finger bones in his mouth.

As his body approached the fire claw at high speed, Han Baiyi's cheeks puffed out and whistled.

'Woo woo woo ————'

If you look closely, you can find that Han Baiyi has a silver ring on the tail finger of his left hand.

【Crybaby's Ring】

[Item Description:

An ancient ring suitable for thin fingers, with "Sichuan Cicada" engraved on the inside of the ring, which can be used to make a "whistle" reinforced prosthetic hand ninja.

Wear this ring and whistle, and the mournful sound will resound all around.

The cry is silent and beautiful, and even the burning resentment can be forgotten for a moment. 】

Han Baiyi's eyes were clear.

For other monsters, this whistle may be the cause of a madness.

But because of the memories of the past depicted in the ring, the whistle of the other monsters was the most peaceful place for the Buddhist carver.

The cacophony of whistles could even make him forget his burning hatred for a moment.

Because this timbre represents the name engraved on the inside of the ring.

Sichuan cicada.

Sure enough,

At the moment when Han Baiyi whistled, the fire claw that folded in reverse suddenly stiffened, as if the corpse had lost control.

Han Baiyi's figure suddenly swept by, and the blade was shining.

The huge left arm that was burning with flames was severed in response.

Then, with a 'bang', it fell to the ground, kicking up countless smoke and dust.

After whistling, Han Baiyi also seemed to stiffen in place, only maintaining the posture of waving a knife, with his back to the Buddhist carver.

The face sinks like water.

Two shadows, one big and one small, were so eerily silent.

The ghost of resentment did not say a word, and the flame burning on his body gradually extinguished.

After a long silence, the ghost seemed to struggle, snatching control of the body.

Then he suddenly spoke.

What came out of his mouth was the dull and hoarse voice of the Buddhist carver.

"This whistle...... Where did you find it? ”

"Bodhisattva Valley."

"In the belly of the lion ape."

As he spoke, Han Baiyi took off the giant knife that he was carrying behind him, and it was one meter three or four.

He plunged into the earth with a thud and slumped to the ground.

He took off the ring he had kept on his tail finger.

"I found it with my fingers, and this thing."

Looking at the shiny silver in front of him, the ghost's eyes suddenly turned red, and his mind seemed to be affected by something, and countless crimson black spiritual powers erupted in Han Baiyi's spiritual eyes.

But after some struggle, that will was suppressed by the Buddha carving teachers and students who ran out of oil.

The ghost stretched out its last big hand.

Han Baiyi put the crybaby ring into the ghost's hand.

The Buddhist carver silently stared at the ring in his palm, silent for a long time.

The figure suddenly trembled slightly.

Han Baiyi's face was indifferent.

Crybaby's Ring......

In Yingzhou in this era, although silver mines are not rare, silver is by no means something that ordinary ninjas can take.

A ring like this is almost a treasure.

The inside is engraved with the word 'Sichuan cicada'.

Who is a crybaby?

Is it a cicada?

Who gave the ring?

Why is it called a crybaby?

Can a woman who carries a giant knife of 1.34 meters and fights with a lion ape be called a crybaby?

Have you ever exchanged tokens with your lover like a girl who is just starting to fall in love?

Over the years, too many treasures have always been buried.

No one knows what ever happened.

In the end, all that was left was a finger bone that had been corroded by stomach acid, and a silver ring that had been almost hidden by feces.

What kind of pain did the man named Buddha carver in front of him experience?

It's always hard to get things done in your life.

But ironically, there's nothing new under the sun.

People are always repeating over and over again the options that may be right or wrong.

After staring at the ring for a long time, the ape, or ghost, suddenly spoke.

"Hey."

"Son of the owl, lend me to open the door."

The ghost stretched out his hand, and there was no expression on his already distorted face.

Han Baiyi didn't seem to hesitate at all, and directly threw the door open and inserted it in front of it.

The ghost raised his knife high, and opened the door as small as a fork in his hand.

He just put the pitch-black door open on his neck.

Han Baiyi only looked at him from afar.

The Buddha carver, that is, the ape.

When he was just fighting, before Han Baiyi swung his sword, he had left a few seconds for himself, and for the ape, to react.

Only a few seconds.

But he didn't expect that the moment he whistled, the timbre of the bone finger was heard by him.

Ape, in the twenty years since the temple was broken, he must have been constantly reminiscing about the past.

It's a pity that memories are just memories.

If time were to come all over again, would he always be by the side of the crybaby?

If he really did not hesitate to do the great cause, how could he be confused in the whistle after turning into a ghost, so as to grasp reason?

People are always contradictory.

Compared with the pain of loneliness for the past twenty years, spending the rest of his life with Sichuan Cicada in the Bodhisattva Valley will be the direction he should choose?

Memories are always good, but nothing can be looked back.

'Poof-'

When the door was opened, the ghost's arm was raised and pierced into the throat, and it was slashed horizontally, cutting off the neck straight.

Magma-like blood gushed out of the fracture and poured it on the ground, burning a large scorched black patch.

Until the end, Han Baiyi did not waver in the slightest.

Just look at it like that.

There was a faint sound of ape laughter in my ears.

"Thank you."

The corpse of the ghost collapsed with a bang.

The system suddenly pops up a panel.

【Death of the Buddha Carver】

Han Baiyi's voice was low.

"Go all the way."