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Zhao Tianqi raised his head again, and found that the woman's figure was closer, and he could already see the woman's face clearly, which was one of the two girls who often messed with Ye Yinglu on the data, Ye Wu.

He knew that Ye Wu was as good at formation as Ye Qing, but her formation was a little flashy, and it was Ye Wu's short sword that really killed the enemy. But the information doesn't say that this Ye Wu has a terrible habit of wearing silk threads on other people's corpses and hanging them behind him!

The four corpses were all wearing the clothes of the Zhao family, plus the display of the jade ring, which means that another team of people and horses were solved by a Ye family's concubine. It seems that this Ye Wu's technique is still very treacherous, the corpse is so bloodless, but the silk threads that penetrate the corpse are red, as if these silk threads have sucked the essence and blood of the corpse, and then woven into the blood-colored veil on Ye Wu's body.

"Zhao Gongzi, don't come unharmed~"

I don't know when I became conscious of alcohol, but I did know that by the time I realized my existence, I was dead.

At least according to what they say, I should be dead, and for a long time.

At first, I didn't understand the meaning of death, but like them, I could feel the wind and rain, hear the birds singing, and see the sunrise and sunset.

The only difference is that my own people who are still alive can't communicate with me.

Maybe because they are alive and I am dead.

I could feel that there was something in them that I longed for, and I couldn't help but want to be close to them, but I couldn't move, and this primal instinct kept urging me to start adapting to the "breath" and absorbing the energy body that I later knew I should call life force.

For the first time, I felt that I was truly alive, and perhaps the only difference between life and death was the mystery between the breath and the breath.

Since then, I have been able to breathe more smoothly, and what I breathe is not only life force, but also very small particles that permeate the air, which have infinite power.

Those people named it Reiki, and I think they should be called Reiki Particles, or Reiki Particles, Reiko.

They were everywhere, not only in the air, but also in the soil, in the streams, and even in my decaying body.

My own people who are still alive don't know how to breathe the spirit seeds, so their life force gradually dried up, so they died, and I survived in another form.

I finally understood what I was.

An inconspicuous dead tree.

The things I call human beings are really just remnants of human beings after they have died, and they don't care about leaving this world, so they try their best to stay in this plane, even at the cost of making themselves bloodthirsty, brutal, and saneless.

Fortunately, the large absorption of Lingzi made my thoughts clearer day by day. I remembered a lot of things, and it seemed that I was also a living person before turning into a dead tree.

But what I remembered was only a small part of the story, so I began to be ashamed to ask, thinking about every ghost who tried to approach me to ask for everything about the world.

The consciousness of the remnant soul was so confused that I couldn't ask how many useful things to put it on, the ordinary ghosts kept me away from me, and the red-clothed ghosts were too fierce that I could only get some useful information by persuading me. Only the ghosts are the most in my heart, their strength is below me, and most of them have complete consciousness, which is very easy to use and easy to catch.

I just need to release a little bit of the processed spirit seeds, so that they can be more easily absorbed by the ghosts, and it will soon attract a large number of powerful ghosts, and every time I can catch a pot full of pots, it is very refreshing.

Soon, I learned that the name of this continent is "Remnant Sun", and there is a special group on this continent called monks, and an existence like me should be a tree demon, or a ghost cultivator. I know that there is a nearby Linjiang City, where many monks live, fighting with the demon beasts all day long, and violating the territory of the demon beasts. And the group of demon beasts with low intelligence took it for granted that humans were their enemies, and they couldn't defeat the monks, so they went to the common people to vent their hatred. The monks thought that the demon beast was ferocious and a disaster to the world, and they wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. Both sides have retribution, and they have both fallen into the cycle of hatred, and the most bitter are ordinary people.

This era is very unfriendly to the people, there are many lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in the mountains, and most of them are extremely resentful, and there are no monks to deal with them, resulting in a large number of ghosts and fierce spirits in the entire mountain range gathering around me every night, eager for the aura I use to attract them.

But I already know everything about the neighborhood, so there's no need to lure them over.

The ghosts who were originally attracted to me have been thick-skinned lately, and would rather turn into human faces on the branches than leave my tree.

It wasn't until there was no room in a crowded crowd, until they fought in front of me in order to occupy a place, that I finally came up with a solution—a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Only the winner of the Hyakki Night Walk is qualified to challenge the human face that already exists on my branches, and after winning the challenge, they can take their place and enjoy the aura of the day on my branches. In this way, not only did the quality of the human face on the branches continue to improve, but I also gradually comprehended another form of energy.

There are many ways that people call it, dead air, yin energy, ghost energy. But in any case, it cannot change its essence, and although it is called "qi", in fact this energy is more similar to the emotions that are usually generated by enlightened beings. And among the many emotions, the energy generated by resentment is the most powerful. All of these ghosts, even the red-clothed ghosts, turned into human faces on the branches, and I had a better grasp of the control of death. I have a feeling that if I want to, I can forcibly order those ghosts to do anything, and if I devour these ghosts, my control over the death qi may still be on top of my perception of the aura.

However, after everyone gets along day and night, I have long regarded these ghosts as my own family. Their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are also my joys, sorrows, and sorrows, which make me have a deeper understanding of human beings, the most special existence in nature.

As I came into contact with more and more ghosts, and the more I understood their emotions, I gradually had new doubts.

Why is my ideology, so close to humanity?

From the moment I was born into consciousness, I was a different being, I knew the meaning of the tree, but the spiritual consciousness was strong, which was not like the posture of the dryad, but more like a higher-level being, who created me for a certain purpose.

If this speculation is true, then my existence should be more meaningful!