After his vision returned to normal, Tian Jue quickly came to the side of the ghost.

"Why did you run just now?" His voice of condemnation was filled with deep worry.

"I don't know either." Guimei smiled awkwardly.

"Next time, don't shake my hand and run around, okay?"

"oh!"

After getting the affirmative answer from Guimei, Tian Jue began to observe the surrounding situation with peace of mind.

Just now when they were in the dark fog, they had already heard the conversation between Gong Yu and others.

But when he actually saw the ghosts floating above the sky burial pool, he was still shocked by the huge number of ghosts.

How many people died in this Free State to gather so many ghosts!

The masked man seemed to see through Tian Jue's thoughts and said with pity, "Amitabha, the Mercenary Association holds a mercenary selection every year, and every year a large number of people come to the Free Continent to participate in the final selection. Every time the final selection is made, there are always people who are staring at each other. I'm afraid the souls of those people are among them right now!"

He had felt very strange before.

When he was praying for the souls of the dead and absorbing the death energy, he found that many bodies that had died not long ago and should have still had souls alive had turned into shells.

At that time, he wondered where the souls of these corpses had gone.

Now we finally have the answer.

Mask's words made Guimei and Tianjue look surprised.

"Are you saying that the Mercenary Association holds mercenary trials just to get people to come to Freeland and die, so as to provide a constant supply for the Donghuang Bell?"

"Yes and no." The masked man said the fact.

"Nothing can be absolute behind any matter. There are always two sides, or more possibilities. But we cannot rule out this being the main reason." Gong Yu made the final conclusion indifferently.

Then he looked at the ghost.

"Time is running out. I will pass on the mantra for controlling the death energy to you. Mask will then assist you in integrating the death energy. He will only need to practice the mantra and will not be allowed to stop no matter what happens. Do you understand?"

"Um!"

Gong Yu was so serious that Guimei also knew that there was a high risk in integrating the death energy.

But as long as he thought that after he controlled the death energy, he would no longer have to live a life of hiding, and would have the opportunity to return to his own world, be with his parents, and hug his beloved sister, he became fearless.

Gong Yu drew a formation on the ground according to the diagram given by the spirit of the weapon.

Then he let Guimei sit inside.

A white light flashed from Gong Yu's hand and quickly sank into the ghost's sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the magic formula of ghost cultivators.

"Mask, start." Gong Yu ordered.

The masked man also quickly entered another magic circle, and then he recited scriptures from his mouth. A red cinnabar mole appeared between his eyebrows, and an endless stream of death energy rushed towards him from the ghost.

The mask absorbs the death energy after the souls of the dead have been liberated.

This is also a disguised way of seeing off these ghosts and freeing them from the torture of being refined.

As the mask absorbed more and more death energy, the ghost briefly became familiar with the mantra and began to practice according to it.

At the same time, the formation was also activated.

After absorbing the pure death energy, the mask absorbed a portion for himself, and most of it flowed into the ghost's veins along the formation, providing him with the death energy.