"Ugly, handsome, and outrageous..."

Nan Song stared at the cracked mask and muttered unconsciously.

The moment the ghost's mask shattered, a sharp-edged male face was vaguely revealed - under the high nose bridge were beautifully shaped thin lips, but the skin was an abnormal bluish-gray color.

Bai Di suddenly turned his head to look at her, his eyes were unusually lively, but he looked at her as if he was looking at a madman: "Stop talking nonsense? Is this the time..." He grabbed Nan Song's wrist and said, "Let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, a cloud of white smoke suddenly rose from under Bai Di's feet.

The smoke seemed to have substance, wrapping around the ankles of the two men and spreading upwards.

Nan Song seemed to be possessed by a ghost, still staring at the ghost not far away - as the mask was completely peeled off, the body of the thing began to shrink and deform strangely, and the three-meter-tall body gradually solidified into the size of a normal human.

The layers of cassock covered with scriptures moved without wind, emitting a faint blood-red glow under the dim sky.

It was getting darker.

The originally gray sky seemed to be splashed with ink, and in the blink of an eye it became as dark as night.

But the ghost's body was lit up by a faint green light, making its newly revealed face even clearer - the left half of its face was as handsome as a banished immortal, while the right half was covered with purple-black blood vessels, and the corners of its mouth twitched uncontrollably, revealing its sharp white fangs.

"Don't look into its eyes!"

Bai Di covered Nan Song's face with his hands and pulled her back quickly.

He swung a white dragon from his folded sleeves, emitting a dazzling golden light in the air. "This is the soul-swapping technique! It's imitating the most..."

Before he could finish his words, the ghost suddenly let out a shrill cry that sounded like both crying and laughing.

It raised its hand and tore off a piece of cloth covered with scriptures on its body. The cloth turned into countless blood-red moths in mid-air, swooping down towards the two of them.

A distorted human face appeared on the wings of each moth, and it made a tiny whimpering sound.

Bai Di took the opportunity to press down with his left hand and used his mental power to outline silver threads in his palm.

A mental image instantly emerged behind him.

The mountains are majestic and continuous, and the vast expanse is boundless.

In an instant—thousand-foot snow-capped peaks pierced the sea of ​​clouds, and glaciers snaked for thousands of miles like silver dragons. Auroras swirled across the sky, dancing with the stars, each starlight reflecting a dazzling phantom on the ice. As the mountains breathed, frost flakes condensed into ancient runes, flickering and illuminating in the void.

He slammed his palms to the ground suddenly, and a huge white tiger broke out from the snow and pounced on the moths.

The rotten palms and blood moths were entangled together, making a creepy "sizzling" sound.

"Let's go!" Bai Di took the opportunity to grab Nan Song and ran out of the village. "It looks like a human now because it sees us living people again! Wait until it completely transforms into..."

Behind them came the sound of tearing cloth. The two turned to see the ghostly form horribly expanding and deforming. The humanoid form, which had only just solidified, melted like a wax figure, revealing the tangled remains of countless monstrous creatures within—ferocious "dragon horns," sharp claws, and hair that seemed to be burning and absorbing everything... all sewn into the enormous, scripture-laden cassock.

The most horrifying thing is that if Bai Di turned his head, he would find that the head growing from under the mask was his elder brother Lou Xun.

Bai Di's hand was still holding Nan Song. Nan Song ran in front to create water mist to isolate the two of them from the smell of the air, and he was covering their backs.

But Nan Song didn't look back, but he was caught off guard by the new face - Lou Xun's face was distorted on the ghost's body, with the corners of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, revealing a madman look that was not human.

Those eyes were glued to Bai Di, his pupils dilated into strange ovals, filled with sickening fascination.

"Adi..." The ghost's voice sounded like countless Lou Xun's voices superimposed together, and a sticky breath squeezed out from the depths of its throat, "You finally... came back to see me... From now on we will never be separated..."

Bai Di felt that the blood in his body froze instantly.

He saw the ghost extend its bluish-gray tongue and slowly lick the corner of his cracked mouth - but now, the tongue was covered with fine barbs, which brought up a string of blood beads when it scraped across the skin.

"Damn it, it even dares to touch our big brother's face..."

Nan Song felt something was wrong, and was indeed struck by lightning the moment he turned around.

The ghost suddenly convulsed violently, and its body under the cassock swelled up with countless tumors as if boiling.

After the tumors burst, more of Lou Xun's face was revealed - some were crying, some were laughing, and some were biting their lips with their teeth.

All faces turned to Bai Di, and at the same time, they uttered crazy murmurs:

"You obviously like Big Brother the most..."

"Why are you running away..."

"Give me your body..."

The face in the center suddenly stretched out its neck, which stretched to an incredible length like rubber, and suddenly came in front of Bai Di.

Nan Song finally broke free from the shackles with a running start, but saw that the face close to him was about to lick Bai Di's pale cheek with the tip of his tongue, but was killed by Bai Di's knife.

"Get lost!"

At the same time, Nan Song picked up a piece of broken wood on the ground and smashed it hard at the face.

The wood made a "puffing" sound as it pierced through the rotten flesh, but it couldn't prevent more heads from drilling out of the ghost's body.

Now the whole space was echoing with the repeated "Adi Adi", and the sound was becoming more and more like the gentle tone that Lou Xun rarely used when coaxing his younger brother to take medicine.

Bai Di's spiritual body, the White Tiger, roared loudly, and the dragon horns and sideburns on the ghost's body were growing wildly - that was clearly the characteristic of the Bai family's spiritual body.

It greedily absorbed Bai Di's dissipated mental power. Every time it absorbed a bit, a piece of Lou Xun's skin appeared on its body.

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