There was no snow tonight, and a huge full moon hung in the blue velvety night sky, which was still above the dragon's head, and the ground was very high, and the full moon hung low as if it were about to crush the jagged branches stained with snowflakes.

The night was coming to an end, Ye Mingke still didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't know when he walked outside the dilapidated wooden house. He removed the black sword box behind him and placed it on his lap, sat cross-legged, and quietly looked at Mingyue, the fingers of his right hand tapping rhythmically and gently on the sword box, as if weighing something.

The silent night was quiet, and the slight knocking sound echoed softly in the moonlit night.

Ye Mingke slowly lowered his head and looked at the sword box on his lap.

The percussion stopped.

There was silence for a few moments, and then there was a soft "click", and the sword box that Ye Mingke was staring at slowly opened.

The inside of the sword box was pitch black, and it was impossible to see anything clearly, even the clear moonlight of the full moon tonight could not illuminate half a minute.

Maybe it was because his blood seeped into the sword box that time, Ye Mingke seemed to have established a mysterious connection with this sword box from then on, and he could even feel the spirituality of the sword box, but this feeling was still very vague, even more vague than when communicating with the sword in the world.

But in the battle in the Dragon's Neck Fire Cave, he has discovered that he can partially control this sword case.

Ye Mingke reached out and probed into the darkness inside the sword box, from the outside, the thickness of the sword box was not thick, but when Ye Mingke reached in, he almost completely stretched his arm into it, but he did not touch the other side of the sword box.

Ye Mingke frowned and searched in the sword box for a while, as if he had caught something, his eyes were slightly condensed. He pulled his arm out of the sword box, and halfway through it his eyes flashed a strange color, as crimson blood slid down his wrist, which was still partially sunken in the darkness.

Ye Mingke's face remained unchanged, and he completely withdrew that hand. Under the pale moonlight, the empty hand holding an ancient box with intricate patterns, a large amount of blood was slowly spilling out along the box, reflecting the pale and cold moonlight showing a bright red and bewitching beauty.

Ye Mingke looked at the terrifying, demonic, blood-drenched box in his hand, the corners of his mouth hooked an inexplicable smile, he put the box on the snow, his index finger bent slightly, and gently tapped the second layer of the three-layer wooden box, the sound was low.

"Tuk Tuk"

He asked with a chuckle.

"Anyone?"

He laughed and said, his face slightly deflected and changed his words apologetically. Sorry, I was wrong. He knocked on the second wooden box again, smiling faintly.

"Tuk tuk. ”

"Excuse me...... Are there any ghosts?"

No ghost answered,

The sound of percussion and laughter echoed faintly under the moonlit night, like a stone falling into a pool.

The moonlight was pale, and the mountains and fields under the moonlit night seemed to be covered with a hazy light veil, gently swaying with the slight night breeze.

The ancient box placed on the snow was silent, but more and more blood oozed out, the red-stained snow grew larger and larger, and the arc of the jungle swayed slightly with the night wind became larger and larger.

"Whew"

A sudden night wind whistled up the snow on the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the ancient box, making a muffled grunt, and the second layer of the evil box popped open with a bang.

There was a low, hoarse voice that sounded like it came from the far reaches of the abyss.

"You...... Dying. ”

"It's ...... After thirty breaths. ”

The ominous blood that gushed out from the snow spread in front of Ye Mingke's body, blurring in front of him, and the dazzling and demonic red surrounded him.

Ye Mingke's face

Nodding cautiously, he replied to the voice very seriously.

"Oh. ”

The terrifying voice seemed to freeze for a moment, but soon continued to speak faintly.

"I'm the cursed wraith of this puppet box, and when you get it, you're dead. ”

"Well, it seems to be fun. Ye Mingke held his face with his right hand, looked at the box seriously with interest and said.

The voice froze again, as if it was a little caught off guard by Ye Mingke's reaction. After a pause, the voice became even more hoarse and evil, even a little crazy.

"Young man, your soul is not complete now, there is already a part of you in this box, I can swallow part of your soul at any time, then you will die soon. ”

"If you don't want to die, be my slave obediently and offer me blood food and spirit stones, otherwise, after thirty breaths, I will kill you, and your soul will be scattered, and you will never be able to live beyond life. ”

The voice of madness echoes under the moonlit night,

"Oh. ”

Ye Mingke blushed his face, and still answered a word very seriously.

Then he rolled his eyes and shook his head with a look of disgust.

"You don't want to be distracted by this threat, it's too old-fashioned. No creativity at all. ”

"How dare you offend the wraiths, do you want to die now?" the hoarse voice suddenly sharpened.

"Sure enough, it's a resentful spirit, so much resentment, like a little resentful woman. Seeing that there is no need to talk about it, it is easier for me to beat you to the ground. Ye Mingke sat on the ground and smiled brightly, but the smile in his bright eyes reflecting the moonlight was cold.

The hoarse voice stopped abruptly as if someone had choked the neck.

After a moment, the voice cautiously tentatively spoke.

"The moonlight is not good tonight, and the deity should not kill. We don't have a chance, so I'll let you go tonight. Just find a small one and throw it away as garbage. ”

"Oh, you changed from the deity to the small one in one sentence, and the wind made the rudder very fast, I really can't see that you were once the duty immortal of the entire Beihai County. ”

Ye Mingke's right hand gently twisted the snowflakes on the ground that were stained with a little blood, and said lightly.

He looked up with a pair of sharp eyes, looked at the evil box, and said slowly.

"Spirit...... Dust...... Immortals, right?"

The evil box trembled, and the blood gushing out of it dried up at once, and the voice was so silent that it didn't dare to make a sound.

"I didn't know how to talk about being a bad guy, but now I know. ”

Ye Mingke looked at the ancient box, and the smile in his pupils gradually faded, leaving only a faint killing intent.

He declared coldly.

"You're dying. ”

"Within thirty breaths, give me a reason not to kill you. Otherwise, I will kill you, and leave your soul scattered, and you will never be able to live again. ”

After Ye Mingke's words, the ancient box that was resting on the snow did not make a sound, but just stayed quietly in place.

Ye Mingke didn't look at it either, just tilted his head slightly, admired the moonlight, and gently tapped the sword box on his knee rhythmically.

One, two, three......... Soon when it was twenty-five sounds, Ye Mingke's fingers tapped on the sword box a little harder, and the sword box made a hollow buzzing sound.

The blood that had spread to his feet suddenly receded of its own accord, back into the strange box. Suddenly, a distant howl of pain came from the ancient box.

Ye Mingke didn't look up, still

In the gentle tapping of the sword case, twenty-eight, twenty-nine......

With a "whoosh", a small piece of paper-like wax man frantically pulled the blood on his body like a thin snake and gnawed at it, jumped down from the edge of the second wooden box opening, smashed on the snow in embarrassment, and raised his head, it was actually a face that had no facial features.

But this little wax man with no facial features said urgently.

"Don't, Benxian...... No...... The deity, phew, no, the small one has come out, the small one is willing to make cattle and horses for the master, the small one is of great use to the master, and the master is invited to raise his noble hand. ”

The little man was a little incoherent, he felt that the blood in those boxes was still swimming towards him, and as soon as he wanted to run, he was pierced through his body by the blood that suddenly flew out, and he was hung half a foot in the snow, and said with a crying voice.

"What's the use of you?" Ye Mingke looked at him lightly and asked with a smile.

This person has been a disaster in Beihai County for ten years, and he didn't die in that snowy night. If it weren't for the fact that he had awakened the sword box, and the sword box had already refined that strange box, he could control the puppet box through the sword box, and he really didn't expect that this guy would still have a residual soul consciousness possessed in this evil box.

"I ...... I know how to use this puppet box, and I can tell my master. ”

"That's why I killed you. With your hidden danger, I don't feel at ease using this box. ”

"This box carries a terrible curse, and all the people who have used this strange box before have died. Only I know how to crack it?"

"What curse?" Ye Mingke finally said with a little interest.

"Even whoever holds this box will eventually be turned into a puppet by the box. It's just me...... Only I've used it for decades without falling under its curse. ”

When he said this, the little wax man's head was very high without facial features, as if he was very proud.

"But ......," Ye Mingke's brows furrowed, "He stretched out his hand and pointed at the evil box, and said, "You have been turned into one of the puppets by it." ”

"No, I didn't change it, I made myself into a puppet, haha, in this way, I turned myself into a puppet, not a box that turned me into a puppet. The curse fails. The faceless wax man laughed as if he had thought of something, and the little body rolled back and forth with laughter.

"But...... How can you be sure, it's not that it makes you want to turn yourself into a puppet, in that case, you are still turned into a puppet by it. Ye Mingke looked at the villain with a crazy posture, and suddenly said lightly.

The crazy little man dancing wildly suddenly got stuck, like a toy figure with a dead spring.

"It seems that you are still useless, and you still burned a hundred. ”

Ye Mingke smiled coldly, he stretched out his hand to the villain, and the originally white and slender hand was suddenly covered with a crimson scale armor, and then, a faint fire rose from between the scale armor.

Before his hand could reach out, the wax on the little wax man who was standing still began to melt, as if he felt that his life was threatened, and the little wax man who had fallen into a trance suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Ye Mingke's outstretched palm burning with ghostly flames, and screamed in fear.

"I'm not useless. ”

"I know, I know. ”

"I know what you are?"

The little wax man suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Mingke, and said madly.

Ye Mingke stretched out his hand to him and stopped......