"Yes, that is my brother in life and death, and I will never forget those things until I die."

"But, you're not him!" Yun Xiaotian's eyes were a little red, but he still said indifferently.

No one knows his brother better than himself.

It is a madman who is full of desire for all the unknown, wandering among tombs, ruins, ancient villages, and ruins, immersed in the world of adventure.

That is an old stubborn who has never been afraid of life and death, looks down on money, and doesn't even understand any mood, but he is also a desperate Saburo who is willing to sacrifice himself, his life, and everything for his friends.

Such a person will never keep thinking about the so-called baby, even if it can be peerless, even if it can be unremarkable.

"Hey, hey, hahahaha, I didn't expect that I would be able to see through this scene at a young age, it seems that this guy has a lot of weight in your heart, it's not light" Seeing Yun Xiaotian so firm, the "old black" in front of him was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed arrogantly and obediently.

The originally clear figure and familiar face gradually distorted and blurred, turning into a thick black fog, appearing in front of Yun Xiaotian.

The "old black" in front of him gradually turned into a black mist, but it still maintained a humanoid state, writhing like a ghost, unspeakably evil.

"Yun Xiaotian, karma is rewarded, karma is endless, everyone has demons living in their hearts, do you think you can escape karma if you leave?"

Yun Xiaotian was a little nervous, he seemed to have seen this kind of thing somewhere.

While carefully guarding, I tried to think in my mind, and suddenly, as if I thought of something, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

"Are you the dark spirit who was in the ruins of Mandu, in the sinkhole that claimed to have buried the remains of hundreds of thousands of invaders, infected those archaeologists with corpse plagues, and was finally suppressed by Daomen masters?"

"Dark Spirit, Suppression, Suppression, Suppression, that's just wishful thinking. ”

"My name is Youtu, but I am a corpse keeper created by nature, and I am incarnated by the immortal souls of hundreds of thousands of soldiers of my Japanese tribe, how can it be suppressed by those bull noses pretending to be gods?"

Divide and merge, gather and disperse.

"I want to be lonely for a hundred years in the place where yin and yang are not born, set up a great array to deceive the sky, raise countless corpse soldiers, and when the tengu devours the moon, I can step through the wall of the yin and yang realm, and then return to the yang world to enjoy the flesh and blood feast that belongs to us, and take back the dignity and glory that belong to my clan."

"It was you, a few of you greedy and ignorant juniors, who stole our Array Eye Treasure, which led to the leakage of corpse qi and attracted those nosy bulls. ”

"A hundred years of hard work has been burned. Yun Xiaotian, I hate it so much" The black mist that called himself Youtu flew wildly around Yun Xiaotian, as if it wanted to swallow him.

"What kind of corpse keeper? Bullshit corpse soldiers! Just because you still want to return to the Yang World to make waves, it's just wishful thinking" Hearing Youtu shouting like a resentful woman, Yun Xiaotian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Let's just say, how can a brother who was born and died have murderous intent towards himself?

No matter how similar it is, the feeling is categorically impossible to imitate.

"Youtu, right, don't say that the little master inadvertently got rid of your eyes, if I had known earlier that it was the lair of your beasts, the little master would definitely try everything to make it impossible for you to even have a place to hide your corpses."

"You thieves, a hundred years ago, you invaded my mountains and rivers, insulted my people, burned, killed, plundered, and did everything. In the Battle of Nanjing, you bastards slaughtered hundreds of thousands of my people in one day, not even the babies in swaddling clothes!"

"Do you know how many unjust souls have died in vain? They want to eat your flesh, drink your blood, dig your bones out of the earth, break them, trample them and feed them to the dogs."

"You're not human, you're beasts, no, you're not even fucking beasts! The little master is standing here today, what can you do to me?" Yun Xiaotian became more and more excited the more he spoke, pointing at Youtu's nose and scolding.

Although he had no idea where the guy's nose was.

As an out-and-out hot-blooded and angry youth, Yun Xiaotian has a feeling of hating every time he reads those words and thinks of that period of history, especially the vivid pictures in the memorial hall.

Even later, when they were defeated and surrendered, they really wanted to make it public to the world, this race full of blood in their bones, these brazen people in power still did not want to admit this history.

The blood debt is paid only by blood.

Furthermore, according to the Daomen, this dark spirit itself does not have any offensive ability, and can only harm people by influencing people's minds, or raising corpse soldiers to do evil.

This is also one of the reasons why Yun Xiaotian is bold.

"What a megalomaniacal who doesn't know the height of the sky. In this case, I want to see how hard you can be, and let them bear the debts you owe hahaha" Hearing Yun Xiaotian's call, the black mist that claimed to be Youtu kept changing shape, and slowly formed a dark black giant screen.

On the giant screen, some blurred pictures gradually appeared.