The ghost was gone.

After being included in the space magic weapon by Jian Jiu.

The ghost that was still in the sword formation disappeared silently, leaving only a broken goat corpse, and the ghost's breath disappeared completely.

Everyone looked at the carcass of the goat that had been released again, silent with deep despair.

What else can be done......

The results of the first plan confirmed that hidden ghosts could not be attacked.

And the results of the second scenario ......

"What did you see at the end?" Jian Jiu said as he turned his head to look at the pale Ye Mingke.

"The ghost I saw was a dark scene. The moment you put the ghost into that space artifact, I saw the black curtain disperse. After that I couldn't see anything, I didn't know anything. ”

Ye Mingke replied, his eyes also dazed and disappointed.

The result of the second solution is to confirm that the ghost cannot be sealed, and the sealed ghost will automatically enter the reboot state.

"Can't see anything?"

Hearing this, Ying Kui suddenly became furious, his figure flashed, and he had already reached out to cross Ye Mingke's neck, and with a "bang", he slammed Ye Mingke on the body of a tree, shaking down the fallen leaves like butterflies.

"You can't see anything? There are two ghosts that you can't see? You can't see the ghosts disappearing, so what qualifications do you have to live?"

"Do you know that those two plans didn't kill the ghost, but they killed my brother!"

Ying Kui stared at Ye Mingke's eyes red, sad, angry and crazy.

"Cough" "cough"

Ye Mingke, who was choked by his throat by those steely hands, gasped with difficulty, coughing up red blood from the corners of his mouth, and on his pale face covered by his long hair, he smiled and mocked, and his eyes were compassionate.

"You're damned!"

Looking at Ye Mingke's eyes, Ying Kui didn't care about Ye Mingke's ridicule, but he couldn't stand this pitiful gaze, his scarlet eyes shifted slightly, and his steel-like palm tightened little by little.

"Win Kui, that's enough. ”

Jian Jiu on the side turned his head and said sharply.

But Ying Kui was unheard.

"I also proposed those two plans, and if you want to count them, I should be the one who killed Ming and Qing. ”

Jian Jiu's voice was no longer flat, but contained anger and sadness.

Ying Kui pinched Ye Mingke's hand and paused, and at this moment, another slender hand suddenly stretched out next to him, and pushed him away from the hand he was holding Ye Mingke, pushing him back two steps.

"Enough. You also have a share of the people who killed the Ming and Qing Dynasties. ”

Song Mingyu's pretty face still had crystal tears, looking up slightly, looking at Ying Kui who had taken two steps back with tears in her eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was full of hatred.

"It should have been you and not Ming and Qing who died, right?"

"Why is he dead and not you? You madman who only does bad things!"

"A madman who only kills his friends!"

"No wonder your own clan and sect don't want to recognize you!"

There was a sword hidden in her louder and louder words, and a sharp knife hidden in her hateful smile, as if she wanted to stab all the grief in her heart on others.

"Shut up!" Jian Jiu stepped forward and grabbed Song Mingyu.

"Smack. Ying Kui, who took another step back, quickly turned gray and stood silent.

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Ye Mingke leaned against the tree, coughed loudly, propped his hands on the ground, breathed hard, smiled mockingly, and looked at the mortals and so-called immortals in the field with pity.

Fang Wu curled up again, muttering all the time not to kill me. The bamboo pole and Zhao Yuan stood in place with gloomy faces, and Liu Laohan only knew that he had to cover his mouth and bury his head. Li Han's shoulders were slumped, and his face was always sad.

And the so-called immortals. The girl was venting the pain in her heart and hurting her only remaining partner. That Ying Kui only knows how to blame others and escape from pain. And Li Guifan, the seemingly mature and steady team leader, didn't care about the team that had begun to fight, just sat on the stone alone with a dull and gloomy gaze.

There was only one left, Jian Jiu, clumsily using the social interaction that he was not good at, trying to alleviate the disintegration of the team.

"With the Spiritual Talisman, I can at least survive it again. ”

Jian Jiu persuaded and comforted his partner, but his language was so pale, he was the only one in the audience who spoke, and the rest of the people were dead silent.

Are you all desperate so soon?

It seems that there is really nothing to be done but despair......

Ye Mingke laughed self-deprecatingly, with his hands on the ground, he raised his head to look at Jian Jiu, and said with some difficulty.

"Count. ”

His throat was still covered with sweet blood, and his voice was hoarse and low, with only a simple syllable.

But Jian Jiu knew what he was asking, and looked at him with a complicated gaze.

"Forty-nine. He replied softly.

One, seven, nine, seventy-seven, twenty, twenty-seven, thirty-nine.

Ye Mingke struggled to sit down, picked up the branch, wrote the seven numbers on the ground again, and then added a new number.

"Forty-nine. ”

He calculated again, he didn't know what else to do with the ghost, he just knew that he should do something right.

The atmosphere around is still silent with despair, and the occasional noise also reveals a depression that is about to explode.

Time passed in silence, impatience, depression, and despair, and night soon came again.

"What else can be done?"

"Are there any other options?"

Li Guifan turned his head to look at Jian Jiu, with the last bit of hope in his eyes.

Jian Jiu, who took his eyes off the chaotic techniques in front of him, raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows, these data still couldn't find any rules that could be strung together.

And if you find a pattern, you will definitely be able to avoid the pursuit of ghosts?

He raised his head to look at Ye Mingke, who was still buried in the data in front of him, with self-deprecation and bitterness in his eyes.

"I can't think of any way for a while. Jian Jiu shook his head and said.

"Or let's leave now?" Li Guifan's voice lacked his usual calmness, and he jumped off the wall with the dog.

"Go, where can I go?" Jian Jiu raised his face and looked at Li Guifan.

"Get out of the sea of mist!" Li Guifan said in a low voice.

"We couldn't get out for so many days. And that ghost can appear at any time now, according to the law that every rebirth of the ghost will be stronger, we may not last more than a day. The probability of being able to go out is too small. ”

Jian Jiu shook his head and said.

"Now let's hurry up and recover the true element, and strive to use the spirit talisman when the ghost appears next time, so that we may be able to survive one more ghost attack. More time. ”

"yes, that makes sense. Time is just too short. Li Guifan's face was buried deep in the shadow of the firelight, and he muttered, his eyes in the darkness shining with a complex light reflecting the firelight.

"There is some hope if it can be a little longer. ”

He was stunned.

At this time, more than two hours have passed since the last appearance of the ghost.

Li Guifan said to Jian Jiu that he would go and catch a few more beasts to disturb the possession of the ghost, and walked into the jungle.

After a while, he walked out with a wild deer, put it by the fire, glanced at Ye Mingke, who was still buried in the technique, and Jian Jiu, who was staring at the fire with a cold face, and walked into the forest again.

After a little longer he went out of the woods again with a wild sheep and laid it down by the fire, and then he turned slowly, as he had done the last time, and went into the forest again.

Ye Mingke stared at the chaotic technique in front of him, and summed up the ghost's behavior and taboos for dealing with ghosts.

One, three, seven, nine, seventy-seven, twenty, twenty-seven, thirty-nine, forty-nine.

Demons preferentially possess the weakest.

The possession of demons is irreversible.

Don't let the ghost escape.

Demons cannot be completely killed.

Ghosts are not to be imprisoned.

Ghosts cannot be sealed in space magic weapons.

Ghosts become stronger every time they are reborn.

What kind of mystery is hidden in these data, and what kind of laws are hidden behind the ghost's incredible behavior?

Why doesn't there work out? No algorithm works?

Is there really something completely incalculable in this world?

"There is nothing in the world that does not have rules, and everything runs along an invisible track. ”

"There is a way for all things. It is the lifelong belief of every Tianyan master. ”

Staring at the chaotic techniques in front of him, he felt as if Aunt Long was sitting in front of him again, teaching him how to deduce the core numbers from the complex chess game.

Auntie's palms were warm, and her clear voice was firm.

"Everything is counting, everything can be calculated. If one day you find yourself unable to count a thing with numbers. ”

"Don't first suspect that this kind of thing can't be reduced to numbers, but first wonder if the number you found is correct?"

He looked back at the starting data of the eight operations in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze.

The numbers are all given by Jian Jiu.

Jian Jiu has a clear heart and is proficient in mathematics, so it is unlikely that he will make a mistake in numerical errors.

If the value of a number is not wrong, what else can it be wrong?

Everything in the world is connected. If something goes wrong and you're not, it's probably the world that's wrong. If there is nothing wrong with a number per se, it may be that the number associated with it is wrong.

But everything is relative, and if the number in other positions associated with a number is wrong, then it is more likely that the number itself is in the wrong place and it shouldn't be there.

Ye Mingke's gaze was fixed on the largest number among the first eight numbers—"seventy-seven".

The other values represent the strength of the ghost after being reborn, and only this "seventy-seven" represents the data of the ghost who escaped and returned and was destroyed.

This data is, of course, different. But Jian Jiu is also extremely useful to put this data here, because ghosts are usually destroyed soon after they appear, so their strength does not change much. By adding this number and deleting the number in front of this number, you can get the value of the strength of the oni when it is destroyed.

So what's the use of the stats that want ghosts to be destroyed?

This is related to an important conjecture he had before, the growth of the ghost's strength is actually related to the spiritual power they consume when destroying the ghost.

The more spiritual power they use to kill a ghost, the next time that ghost will be stronger. They have to spend more and more spiritual power to kill the stronger ghost, and then they are greeted by a stronger and stronger ghost.

In the end, they get caught in a cycle of ghosts getting stronger and stronger, until the ghosts grow to the point where they can't resist and kill everyone completely.

But this conjecture was blocked by the "seventy-seven", and they killed the demon whose strength reached seventy-seven, but the next time the demon's strength value was only "twenty".

If "Seventy-Seven" went wrong, then what was wrong?

His mind suddenly sounded two very inconspicuous words that Li Guifan said to him that day.

"The Enlightenment Talisman is an extremely precious talisman in the sect that bestows on our disciples to save their lives. It doesn't need to be driven by spiritual power, it can be stimulated by hooking the spiritual imprint on it. It's powerful. ”

"Except for Senior Brother Jianjiu, there is only one among us, and only I have one. ”

Don't need to be powered by spiritual power?