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The Phaseless Ghost Boy was staring at Batu Mozhigen with the black "back of his head", without the slightest movement, without the slightest speech, maybe it was just casual, or maybe it couldn't make a sound.

The whole face is yin, although the outline of the facial features cannot be seen clearly, it is more terrifying than any ghost face.

The long clothes fell to the ground, and there were no feet, and the body of the faceless ghost boy floated backwards, leaving a deep blood mark on the ground, as if it was flowing from under the body, and there was a foul smell emitting from the scarlet, and the blood stains touched the air, and then dissipated without a trace.

The ghost boy and Batu Mozhigen always kept their distance, because of the severe bending of his body, his messy hair almost hung to the ground, and the ink color was smudged, as if it merged with the dark night, it was hard to imagine that such a short and withered person could have such flowing long hair, which looked extremely incongruous.

Batu Mozhigen put the scepter across his chest, and saw that the faceless ghost boy did not make any movements, and he couldn't tell the friend from foe for a while, but it was inconvenient to strike first, and he was puzzled: "Why did your excellency block the old man's way, and what was your intention? ”

With one breath and one inhalation, the body of the faceless ghost boy rose and fell and trembled, as if the rickety back made it difficult to breathe, and the feeling of depression was indescribable.

He stood for a long time, and saw that the faceless ghost boy was always standing there, obviously preventing himself from rescuing Lian'er, and couldn't help but secretly say: "What is the origin of the little girl, why do the Yin Yang Zhu and the Salt Gang try their best to snatch it?

"Things are getting more and more complicated, and the Central Plains Wulin is deceitful, fighting openly and secretly, obviously giving birth to an earth-shattering catastrophe. So how can we gain insight into this calamity? Now that the old man has fallen into the mountains, he has become a peak on the side of the collar, and has become a chess piece on this plate, and a fish swims in the pot, to the point where he can be slaughtered by others, what is the reason? The sarcophagus of the sky is the beginning of all things, and it seems that the old man can only start from Luoxiazhuang, and he has to pay homage to Xu Changfeng to find out. The purple feather danced with the wind, and Batu Mozhigen felt a tingle all over his body, and he was so puzzled that he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless deep pool, the water in this pool was turbid, corroding people's hearts, and he couldn't tell what day and night it was, and he couldn't see through the concrete images of mortal dust, so he could only be at the mercy of heaven and fate.

At this scorching moment, a woman suddenly exclaimed in the distance, the sound penetrated the forest, and the clear reached the ear, and the faceless ghost boy seemed to be deaf, still standing there, silent.

Batu Mozhigen thought that Lian'er was the voice of Lian'er calling for help, but where could he hold it, he immediately flew out, and the purple feather transformed into countless shadows and rushed towards the ghost boy.

The strange fragrance suddenly rose, and the people of Batu Mozhigen were in mid-air, and they couldn't help but be in a trance, but when they saw that the body of the faceless ghost boy twitched violently, and billowing scarlet overflowed from under his body, it spread out in an instant, and the blood dissolved the long grass, and the vast green flat suddenly turned into a sea of blood.

Batu Mozhigen was shocked, it was hard to believe what he was seeing, and he couldn't help but secretly say that it was not good. This is like the Smith Forest, how can there be a sea of blood out of thin air?

How did he know that this strange illusion would make people lose their minds, see the darkest, weakest, most frightening side of the human heart, and for Batumorzgen, what was the last pain in his heart that he wanted to mention?

The blood waves were monstrous, and countless silkworms crawled out of the sea of blood, and the white expanse covered the road on three sides, leaving only one side to walk. The phaseless ghost boy drove the silkworm to deliberately leave a way to live, precisely because he wanted the other party to escape from there, so that there was no return.

Batu Mozhigen didn't have time to think about it, Ziyu returned to one place, and rushed towards the only way to live, thinking that he could escape and save Lian'er, who expected that he was already in the middle of the situation.

Stepping on the sea of blood, Batu Mozhigen ignored the stumps of the human face, and walked unhindered all the way, unconsciously strayed into the gang, thinking that there was death but no life.

There are eight doors open in the Phantom Lin Gang Array, and the two trees are one door, that is, "open, rest, life, injury, Du, Jing, death, and surprise" so eight doors, the door and the door can be superimposed, enter from different doors, you will see different illusions, from a heavy illusion can be superimposed up to sixty-four, but no matter from any door enters, they all come out from the door of death, so those who enter the Gang Array by mistake, there is no survivor.

The sea gradually receded, and the boots fell firmly in the grass, and Batu Mozhigen entered through the "wounded door", and was frightened, but he saw that the trees around him moved into obstacles, and they rotated rapidly around him, shaking so dizzy that he was dizzy, as if he was trapped in the center, and there was no way out.

The fragrance lingered, and as time went on, it gradually became stronger, and Batumorzgen felt that he was light, as if he were in the clouds.

The shadow of the tree migrated like a wall, stacked into a huge palace in an instant, the eaves were high enough to sweep the sky, towering to cover the sky, everything came so suddenly, it was like a fantasy.

The singing and dancing in the main hall is leveled, the wine is full of wine, the case of the director of the center of the main hall is horizontal, and the two sides are full of kings and grandsons, and it is a luxurious feast.

It seems that everyone is too busy to pay attention to this strangely dressed uninvited guest, which is really contrary to common sense. Batumozhigen walked in the crowd and saw that no one looked at him, not even the guards, as if the world had evaporated, and there was no sense of existence.

He found himself standing in the middle of the dance floor, unusually eye-catching, the singers shuttling back and forth on the stage, their dancing sleeves rolled up, all passing through his body, like the ghost.

"The old man is dead, is this heaven not here?" Batu Mozhigen tentatively pulled the dancing girl to fly silk, and his big hands clenched hard, but it was like a bamboo basket drawing water, and finally he caught a void.

Batu Mozhigen looked at the surrounding furnishings, as if he was familiar, and after a closer look, he seemed to have returned to the Khitan territory, and suddenly saw a handsome young man gnawing on a leg of mutton during the banquet, his face was greasy, and his hair was about to eat in his mouth. The young man was heroic between his eyebrows and eyes, dressed in dark purple fur, thirteen or fourteen years old, much stronger than his peers, and looked old, but he was doing the greedy things of childhood.

Batu Mozhigen crossed the dance floor and knelt down in front of the desk, the red-veined ghost face facing the young man's elegant face, and a pair of bloody eyes showing a gentle color.

He felt that the young man was very familiar, as if he saw his young voice and smile, and he didn't feel sadness.

The young man smiled, raised his eyes and looked at Batu Mozhigen, slowly stretched out his greasy little hand to beat the hideous iron face, and said with a smile: "Why does uncle keep wearing this mask, is it because he is afraid that the enemy will recognize you?"

As if the young man could see through people's hearts, he actually revealed the secret that Batu Mozhigen had endured for many years, Batu couldn't help but be stunned and exclaimed: "Whose child is your little doll, how can you see the old man?"

The young man didn't care, he ate the leg of mutton indifferently, and said with a smile: "Because I'm you!"