The bleak moonlight, the shadows of the trees swaying, set off the boundless darkness.

The traces of oblivion in the night are a forbidden place of light and a paradise of sin.

In the dim and damp streets and alleys, rats are rampant. This creature in the dark is brazenly demonstrating, unafraid of humans with teeth and claws.

Countless punches and kicks came at the boy, and his already inflamed wounds became more and more bloody. In a few moments, he passed out.

The bleak moonlight shone on the dark and damp alley, shining on the young man's cold body, pale and weak, as if covering him with a white veil. It's just to add another desolation to this tragedy.

"Boss, he's out of gas. "One of the thugs said.

The big man with the head of the tiger and the bear's waist stepped on the young man's body, spat at the cockroaches that were rampant on the ground, and said: "It's really unlucky! I also said that he was a gambling god, but I didn't expect it to hang up like this! That is, he was still very good-looking, but now it seems that it is better to forget it!"

"That's it, it's really impatient to dare to cheat and win our tiger master's money!" said another thug next to him.

"Let's go, let's go! It's not interesting. The tiger master put his feet down from the young man's body and turned to leave. The boy's body was just discarded in the alley.

In the three-no-nothing zone of Forgotten Traces, it is normal for there to be an extra corpse in the alley. There was no need to collect his body to cover it up for him.

The pale moonlight shone on the young man's blood-stained face, and his long hair was scattered, and the perfect silhouette was faintly visible.

Poignant and desolate.

"Damn, who grabbed my foot!" Suddenly, the tiger man roared. The sole of one of his feet was unsteady and he fell directly to the ground. The hideous face covered with scars just smashed on a large rat passing by the puddle. The rat squeaked.

A pair of pale hands, so cold that there is no breath of life. Like a cold iron tong, he grabbed the tiger master's ankle tightly. The tighter he gripped it, as if it was going to crush his bones.

The two thugs were so frightened that they lit the magic lamp and looked at the feet of the tiger master, but they met a pair of extremely cold eyes, without any human emotions, as if they wanted to freeze their souls into ice cubes.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh

Three terrible screams pierced the sky, startling countless night blood bats under the eaves to fly into the night sky.

Ye Wanqiu's hands were stained with blood and mud on the ground. He looked indifferently at the three human sticks that had been unscrewed off and their hands and feet piled together on the ground. The delicate and flawless handsome face was stained with a few blood marks, bewitching and evil.

Their severed hands and feet were littered with blood on the ground. Incomparably bloody horror.

Ye Wanqiu took out a few relatively clean pieces of cloth from these sticks and slowly wiped the blood on her hands.

"You, you, you ......" Hu Ye, who was still very arrogant just now, looked at him in horror, and couldn't say a word for a long time. A foul stench permeated from beneath him, mixed with all sorts of garbage, disgusting.

The little brother who was pressed to the bottom widened his eyes desperately, and his mouth full of yellow teeth trembled uncontrollably: "Ghost, ghost, ghost!!"

"Noise!" Ye Wanqiu glanced at him, his eyes were wide, as indifferent as a thousand years of ice.

"Bang-"

It's the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The heads of the three were also screwed off alive, and the blood on the ground was not weird.

Under the bright moonlight, the young man's hands were stained with blood. Pale skin, revealing a morbid beauty, bewitching, poignant.

The little mouse that had been accidentally pressed by the tiger master before had the audacity to get to his brain, and after tasting a few bites, he felt that the taste was not very good. The big black eyes are like two lean pearls. It glanced at Ye Wanqiu with some cuteness, and saw that the other party didn't care about it, so it sneaked away.

Three clouds of white mist, looming above the corpse, seemed to disappear as soon as the wind blew.

This is the soul of the newly deceased, fragile. He has thrown away the sins of his body in his life, and he is very pure.

Such a pure new soul is the most suitable nutrient for stable cultivation.

With a wave of Ye Wanqiu's hand, the faint mist that had just been released from his body was inhaled into his eyebrows, and the injuries on his body also recovered a few points.

"When—"

In the distance, the bell of midnight in Jiaoyan struck again, and it was a new day.

Ye Wanqiu looked at the magnificent church, shrouded in the boundless night, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly

He's back......

There are dead people here, and the ghosts from the Netherworld naturally rush here to collect their souls with their breath.

With Ye Wanqiu's strength, naturally there is no need to be afraid of such a few small ghosts, but if she makes a rash move, it is likely to attract people from the Netherworld. That would be more troublesome.

A thousand years ago, he died.

Because of the resentment before his death, he killed the ghost who came to collect the soul and became a ghost cultivator.

It took him a thousand years to reach the peak of the Soul Devouring Realm, that is, the realm of powerful ghosts.

If it can't be used by the Netherworld, then there is only one end - the soul is scattered, and it will never be able to be reborn.

The aura of the ghost is getting closer and closer, and Ye Wanqiu habitually wants to go through the wall, as a result.

"Bump—"

Hit the wall directly......

Ye Wanqiu touched the place where she was hit with some embarrassment, fortunately, she didn't pick up a bag, otherwise she would have been disfigured.

Then, it crashed into it again.

Ye Wanqiu: "......" seems to be a little embarrassing.

has been a ghost for so many years, and now that he has returned, he doesn't seem to be mentally ready to have an entity......

Finally, for the third time, Ye Wanqiu didn't hit the wall, looked at the alley where cockroaches were rampant, couldn't help frowning, and hurriedly left.

He was a bit of a road idiot, walking around completely in his mood, and finally found a quiet place to start sorting out the memories of this body.

The original owner's name was Chitose, and he was an orphan. Because of the congenital deficiency, he can't practice martial arts, and his perception of various magical elements is almost zero, so it can be said that he is a waste wood of waste wood. But he was born with a very strong mental power, and since the age of seven, he has been in the casino, and has practiced a thousand tricks and unrivaled gambling skills.

It can be described as notorious and everyone shouts and beats.

Chitose spent his early years wandering around major casinos and was listed as the least popular gambler by major casinos. Later, he helped the major casinos to work as a banker and began to pit gamblers, and the attitudes of both sides eased.

It's not unheard of being dragged into an alley to beat him like this, it's just that he cheated to death immediately a few times before. In addition, his natural ability to recover is relatively strong, and there are not many people who have a penchant for corpse abuse. That's why he never got killed.