“Grandmaster, there may still be evil creatures in the back mountain…”

Hua Qing saw her walking towards the back mountain with a hoe in her hand, and couldn't help but call out to her. He couldn't tell that she was in very bad condition. Her face was pale and her Taoist power was exhausted. If there were still "evil creatures" in the back mountain, how would she deal with them?

"No matter what kind of evil it is, it must be dealt with."

Bi Xie swayed slightly, her thin blue Taoist robe stained with dark red blood, making her look like a frail little girl who couldn't even kill a chicken. But this little girl had solved the Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts, dealt with the evil path, and sealed the vampire prince.

Hua Qing stared at her back, his throat dry. Amidst the pile of corpses and the sea of ​​people, only the two of them stood upright, desolate and lonely.

The group that arrived full of enthusiasm and high aspirations is now nothing but a river of blood and ruins.

Bi Xie did not respond again and staggered towards the back mountain.

She agreed to their request to cremate the 102 green zombies on the back mountain.

The scenes that had happened not long ago flashed before my eyes, and I could almost hear their struggling and painful screams. Bi Xie's steps were heavy, his face was pale and bloodless, and even the hoe in his hand made a heavy thud on the ground.

She seemed to remember something again. She was probably going crazy. She felt as if the scene of tonight was repeating itself from yesterday. More than the physical exhaustion, her head was throbbing with pain, like a fruit being squeezed in a juicer, about to explode.

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It was midnight, and the blood moon hung high in the sky.

A cold wind howled on the back mountain, sounding like the wailing of a hundred ghosts.

Bi Xie dug up a grave. The corpse inside was covered in green hair, and the yin energy and corpse smell were so strong that it was almost suffocating. She looked at the green zombie and sighed softly. The word "thank you" was carried away by the wind. She lit the burial clothes with a tinderbox and watched as the raging fire quickly engulfed the green zombie's body, crackling and popping as it gradually turned into a pile of ashes and bone fragments in the night.

Then go dig up the next grave.

She had no Dao power left, and could not even cast the simplest Fire Cloud Spell. She extracted all the Dao power that her body had cultivated for many years, and transformed it into a peach wood nail that had not dissipated for years and could not be removed. She nailed it into Prince Chi Ye's heart, sealing him into a permanent slumber.

The sound of hoes digging in the ground echoed in the night wind. Bi Xie kept his head down, and the blood moon in the sky shone even brighter.

She looked up and suddenly heard a strange sound coming from the thatched hut.

She shuddered with a chill, but remembering that in the inexplicably appearing part of her memory, this "evil thing" hadn't harmed her. On the contrary, after waking up, perhaps because she was the first person she saw, she had always treated her as family and followed her around. So she forced herself to remain calm and continued what she was doing.

She can't run.

It's like encountering a vicious dog on a deserted country road; if you run away, you're doomed.

Bi Xie took a few deep breaths and pretended nothing was wrong as she continued digging the grave, but her back was already soaked with cold sweat, and her Taoist robe clung to her body.

A very slight rustling sound came from behind her, and the sound grew closer and closer. Bi Xie couldn't help but look down at her shadow on the ground—it was just her shadow.

Good grief, he's definitely not human.

Her heart leaped into her throat almost instantly: "Don't come any closer."

The rustling sound of walking stopped.

Bi Xie was slightly taken aback, calming his rapid breathing. This evil creature was so obedient?

She turned her head and saw a man standing under the blood moon who looked remarkably like the ghost cultivator Zhan Bingjiu. He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, his long black hair was blowing in the night wind, his skin was so white that it looked like he hadn't seen the sun for many years, his eyes were pure, as if they contained a vast starry sea, his lips were slightly thin but deep red, and his pupils were pitch black. He looked like a normal human being, and it was impossible to associate him with an "evil creature".

He looked almost exactly like the Ghost Cultivator Zhan Bingjiu, but his expression was one that the Ghost Cultivator would never show.

He chuckled at her and said something nonsensical: "Miss, do you need any help?"

His smile felt unnatural, like a forced imitation, utterly contrived and devoid of sincerity. Bi Xie, however, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head as he gripped the hoe handle. "I can do it myself," he said, then, pausing to let him go, added, "Could you stay here with me for a while? I'm a little scared by myself."

He seemed unable to refuse anyone, and with a smile, he said "okay," standing to the side bathed in moonlight, waiting for her.

Bi Xie couldn't help but secretly observe him. Her memory was still hazy, and in the few memories that surfaced, she only knew that this evil creature had never harmed her, but she didn't know that this evil creature looked so much like a ghost cultivator.

As expected, the big boss of every world is a ghost cultivator, and the big boss of this world is undoubtedly this evil creature.

She worked silently for most of the night, digging up the raised mound of earth. The ground was pitted and scarred. She was exhausted, her arms aching, so she stopped to rest for a while, leaning on her hoe. She looked at him with clear eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

He paused, his smile fading, as if he wasn't yet adept at using facial expressions. "I'm sorry, miss, I can't remember what my name used to be. I slept for too long this time."

"Can I call you Ah Jiu?" She didn't press further.

"Ajiu," he said, smiling at her. "Okay, what's your name, young lady?"

“Bi Xie, you can call me A Xie.” She turned her head away, no longer looking at his face, which resembled that of a ghost cultivator.

She had a more reasonable guess in her mind.

All the mission worlds she experienced may not be virtual; these worlds may have actually existed before, serving as stepping stones in the torrent of history. The world she is in now is the world before she encountered the Burial, while the world of cultivation, the modern world, the world of beastmen... are the evolution of worlds.

If that's really the case, then the big boss of every world is a ghost cultivator. How many years has he actually lived?

“Ah Xie”.

“A-Xie, your name is A-Xie, I’ve remembered it,” he said, as if to confirm. “My name is A-Jiu, my name is A-Jiu, and I will use this name from now on.”

"Ah Xie, are you sure you don't need any help?" He saw that she seemed very tired. Don't the villagers all work from sunrise to sunset? It was already very late.

"You don't want to wait for me anymore?" She looked at him with red eyes, not knowing what was wrong with her. She knew that this was only the first time she had met the big boss of this world, but when she saw his face, she couldn't help but want to argue with him, acting childishly like a little kid.

He seemed to know that her expression meant she was unhappy, and his smile froze for a moment before he stammered, "No, I'll wait for you."

Bi Xie didn't answer him again, as if to avoid an awkward silence between them, or as if to consider how to face his ghost cultivator face, and continued to dig with his hoe.