"He can't be wrong, he is fate! Fate is not dead, the people of the Ghost Road Forest have deceived us! They have deceived us! They have actually deceived us! Haha!" Suddenly a voice appeared in the ghost grandmother's ear, hoarse and ethereal, his tone was full of resentment, and he laughed wildly after speaking. There was resentment in his laughter.

After a burst of laughter, the voice continued, "What are you waiting for! Kill him!"

"He can't be fateful, fateful is dead! he can't be alive, if he is still alive, he is thousands of years old, how can it be!" said to the voice. It was clear that the ghost grandmother was trying her best to deny what she was seeing at this time!

"Why are you alive now! Don't forget, you and he are from the same period, you have a way to live until now, and so can others! Don't doubt it anymore!" the voice said.

"Sometimes what you see is not necessarily the truth!Give me back!Don't show up again!Don't force me!I don't want to break the agreement between the two of us!" Ghost Grandma said. Although the ghost grandmother tried her best to fight against this voice, her tone at this time did not have any confidence, and she was already a little shaken.

"Aren't you angry! Why are you lying to yourself! You know that this person is fateful! What you see is the truth! Don't lie to yourself anymore, you believe this fact! Otherwise you wouldn't have let me say so much! Hehe! Hehe! Don't you need my strength, you can't do it on your own!" As the voice said these words, the ghost grandmother's eyes began to become confused, and then became extremely unnatural.

The voice began to laugh maniacally. It seemed that the owner of the voice felt the shaking of the ghost grandmother, and did not hide his joy at all.

As the laughter increased, a looming figure gradually appeared next to the ghost grandmother, and with the appearance of this figure, the ghost grandmother's eyes became extremely fierce.

"You go back for me! you go back for me..." The ghost cried out weakly, her voice getting lower and lower, maybe this was the last struggle in her heart.

The ghost grandmother began to muttered to herself, "Is what you see the truth?"

The strange voice continued: "Oh! When did I lie to you! What I saw was the truth! The people of the ghost forest deceived us! They deceived us! The dead people were screaming, they couldn't look at it!"

As the strange sound continued, the murderous aura in the ghost grandmother's eyes became even stronger.

The ghost grandmother seemed to have made up her mind, and secretly said in her heart: "I'm going to kill him!

The strange voice said, "Don't worry! Don't worry! We have to make a plan!"

The ghost grandmother said to the blurred figure beside her with a fierce look: "What are you talking about!

The strange voice said again, "Don't get me wrong! I'm not trying to stop you from killing him. It's just that now is not the time! With our current strength, we are not a fatal opponent. Now we're going to help him. Go get close to him, and when he lets down his guard, we'll strike together!"

Hearing this, the ghost grandmother snorted and said, "You are really despicable, but you are right!" As she spoke, she recalled a long time ago, the bloody battlefield. The past that the ghost grandmother doesn't want to recall anyway. It's also the past that made her lose everything!

The ghost grandmother secretly laughed at herself in her heart: "Yes! How can I kill him! He is fate!" Slowly tears fell from the ghost grandmother's eyes. Helplessness and anger made her a little unable to control her emotions. In order to prevent the fate from noticing her abnormality, the ghost grandmother tried her best to suppress her emotions, and the fingers that clenched her fist had already pierced deeply into her palm. But the ghost grandmother continued to clench her fists as if she didn't seem to have any pain. The fingers also sink deeper. At this time, the past that she most did not want to recall in her life surfaced in her mind, and she tried her best not to let herself recall the past, but the gears of memory were turned on and she could not stop.

Many years ago, I don't know when, there was a small country not far from the Ghost Forest, called Silla, although it was a small country. But the people of the country lived a life of food and clothing, and there were happy smiles in every city of the country.

At that time, the ghost grandmother was not called the ghost grandmother, but called Mixiang, the daughter of a general in the Silla Kingdom, and she was also a charming little girl. Because she was the youngest in the family, her parents loved her very much, her sisters and brothers were humble to him, and under the love of her family, she once thought that life was happy. The faces of the family members in my memory are all smiles, and they are so happy and happy.

But joy and happiness did not last, and accidents still appeared. One day a man riding a strange tripod flew into the skies of the Silla kingdom and, without warning, he attacked the kingdom of Silla.

Countless monsters appeared in the ding, which the man was riding, and attacked the people of Silla Country in a frenzy, and in an instant Silla Kingdom became a slaughter field, and scarred corpses could be seen everywhere, and the corpses became unrecognizable and miserable under the bite of the monsters. Although the Silla kingdom resisted to the death, they were defenseless in the face of a powerful enemy and became slaughtered lambs.

Mixiang's family was not spared in this massacre, which lasted for an hour, and after just one hour, the kingdom of Silla was completely destroyed. The day after the massacre ended, a little girl crawled out of a pile of corpses in Silla country, this little girl was Mi Xiang, when she opened her eyes and saw the corpses of her relatives around her, tears flowed from her eyes, but she did not cry, maybe she did not dare to cry at all. A deep scar also appeared on her tear-stained face, leaving an indelible memory on her beautiful face.

I don't know how long she cried, she slowly stood up, I don't know what she was thinking at the time, she began to move forward step by step, and she didn't know where she was going, she just moved forward step by step, and she didn't know how long she walked, but she still went down again, and passed out.

After a long time, when Mika woke up again, there was an old man with white hair sitting next to her, and the wounds on her body had been wrapped. Incense began to gather around in large quantities, and it was an underground cavern with a few candles around it, bringing a glimmer of light to the cavern. In the faint candlelight, she looked at the old man's bleak and lonely back.

Seeing Mi Xiang wake up, the old man slowly turned his head to look at Mi Xiang, with a faint smile on his face. Mika could see that this laughter was so bleak and reluctant, and weak. (To be continued......)