Chapter 36 Chapter 36

Gu Chi flew through the woods at high speed.

His speed was so fast that the shadows of the trees almost merged into one. His figure passed through the trees, bringing with it the strong wind of hunting, breaking several fragile dead branches.

But soon, Gu Chi stopped.

Is this forest so big?

Perhaps for humans, this rockery forest is not small, but he has just walked for so long, but he still can't see the end of the trees on the road ahead.

Unless...

he closed his eyes, sensed, and opened his eyes again, and Gu Chi raised his hand and waved.

The golden light tore through the false night, revealing the truth hidden behind it.

He was still in the rockery forest, but he could see the lights and shadows of the streetlights on the school road between the sparse trees when he looked up.

Gu Chi looked around and saw the traces of wind on the ground around him. He realized that he must have been walking around in circles for a long time. His

face suddenly turned cold.

His eyes were fixed on an especially thick tree trunk. After a moment, applause and laughter rang out from behind the tree, accompanied by a person who walked out.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Lord Ghost King's perception is still so sharp."

Gu Chi's face was still frosty. He stared at the figure with grayish skin and red pupils and spoke coldly.

"No box."

At the end, he frowned again.

"You are not the real one?"

"Oh! Of course I am not!"

"How could I be so stupid as to let my real one appear here!"

Wuxiang, or rather Wuxiang's clone, laughed out loud. He looked at Gu Chi from head to toe.

"However, I am quite surprised that our Lord Ghost King would be in such a place."

His hand with cold white nails gently stroked the tree beside him, and he spoke with a sigh.

"It takes ten years to plant trees, and a hundred years to cultivate people. This place must have cultivated a lot of people."

Looking at Gu Chi standing not far away with red eyes, Wuxiang smiled.

"But I didn't expect that they could cultivate a guy who would make our Lord Ghost King tempted."

"I am really interested in him." Wuxiang smiled with his eyes curled.

Gu Chi's voice was now icy cold, and black mist spread out uncontrollably from under his feet. His eyes almost instantly turned into bright red pupils, and his voice was frosty and fierce.

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Wu Fang was still smiling. He looked at Gu Chi, who was showing his true colors because of his rage, "It seems that Lord Ghost King really cares about that little guy."

"So I really have foresight." Wu Fang restrained his smile and looked at Gu Chi, "You left a clone here who can be killed at will. Do you think I will do nothing on the other side?"

He said, with a bit of cruelty in his eyes, and his blue-white nails pierced into the tree trunk.

The next moment, the thick and healthy tree trunk, which was originally very healthy and straight, shrank rapidly like a punctured balloon, and within a few seconds it became a curled and withered stump at the foot.

Xi Bai is in danger!

This was the only thought left in Gu Chi's mind, but the moment he made a move, his way was blocked by Wu Xiang's figure.

"It's been a long time since we last met, why don't you reminisce?"

"Get lost!" The black mist on Gu Chi's body was mixed with golden light, as if he was carrying a huge thunderbolt. Any evil creatures would instinctively retreat as soon as they saw it, because they knew that if they were touched by this golden light and black mist, their souls would be torn to pieces.

But Wufang didn't avoid or give way, just rushed forward and fought with Gu Chi like a madman.

Because this was just an avatar he wanted to sacrifice.

His target has never been Gu Chi.

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Xibai held the compass and stood there with his mouth open.

The blood-red needle was still trembling, like a wildly jumping exclamation mark, and the direction indicated by the exclamation mark was his good roommate, Gu Chi, who was not far away with his back to this side.

The needle was shaking, turning blood-red, pointing in the direction of Gu Chi.

They were all right.

Xibai could no longer tell whether it was his hands that were shaking or the compass that was shaking. His eyes were fixed on Gu Chi's back, and he didn't know whether he was more shocked or more in disbelief.

Gu Chi... is he really a ghost?

Although his clothes are thick enough, Xibai only feels that he is cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

How can Gu Chi be a ghost?

Xibai still cannot accept this fact that hits him like a hammer. All the details of their past interactions emerge in his mind.

Gu Chi breathes, Gu Chi has body temperature, he can bask in the sun... Oh yes, and his horoscope. Zhuang Shu said that his horoscope is extremely yang. Ghosts are yin things, so how can they have extremely yang horoscopes!

Hey, is it raining?

A few drops of falling water almost rubbed against the tip of his nose and fell on the dry leaves under his feet.

The leaves that had been broken down after falling were piled up on the hillside, forming a thick layer. The water drops made a few crisp "pop" sounds when they fell to the ground.

The North City is dry and there is little rain. Why did it suddenly rain tonight?

In addition to the rain, there is also a very faint sweet fragrance.

Wait.

Xibai paused.

This doesn't seem to be rain.

Those few "water drops" fell on the leaves, leaving a hole.

Inexplicably familiar.

Just like the kappa ghost that exploded in the library that day.

Xibai, who seemed to have sensed something, slowly raised his head.

He saw a few mushrooms.

Pink umbrellas with white spots on them, very bright even in the dark, and even emitting a faint fluorescent light.

But how could mushrooms grow on the tree?

Until a big face with only one eye opened its bloody mouth and slowly turned to look at the ground, with sharp teeth dripping with saliva that exuded a fishy smell.

The saliva fell on the ground, corroding the dead leaves again with a crackling sound.

Xibai silently raised the compass in his hand a little higher.

The pointer became brighter red and trembled more.

Oh!

Xibai understood.

It turns out that the ghost that the compass mentioned is here.

The ghost is not Gu Chi!

Xibai looked at the back not far away and clenched his fists with relief.

...

Wait.

He raised his head again.

The big-eyed ghost with mushrooms on his head twisted his head 180 degrees with a click, as if to remind Xibai of his existence.

Xibai shrank his neck.

Ghost!!!

He jumped up on the spot and wanted to run. Before running, he was thinking about pulling up Gu Chi, who seemed to be unaware of the situation and was squatting on the ground picking flower petals.

But he didn't move yet.

Xibai found that he couldn't move.

His limbs suddenly felt weak and sore, as if they didn't belong to him. Xibai suddenly recalled the sweet smell he had just smelled.

His eyes were focused on the mushroom on the top of the ghost head. As if it had noticed his gaze, the mushroom suddenly shrank, then stretched out, and a small cross-shaped mouth cracked in the center of the umbrella, spitting out a few streams of pink sweet mist.

The huge eyes that occupied 70% of the mushroom ghost face turned into swirling ripples.

I feel so dizzy...

This was the last thought left to Xibai before his eyes went black.

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"Xibai...Xibai..."

The bright sunlight gently stung his still hazy eyes. Xibai closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the surrounding environment gradually became clear.

There was a small figure in front of him.

No, not very small.

They are of the same height, Xibai looked at the little boy with a round face in front of him and said to himself.

He looked around and

found that he was standing under the shadow of a tree. The dazzling light just now came quietly from the gaps between the leaves above his head.

In front of him was a playground. The sunlight was so bright that there was a layer of hazy mist in the air.

It looked familiar, Xibai thought, where am I?

The five senses seemed to have returned to normal at this moment, and Xibai blinked.

The facial features of the round-faced boy in front of him finally became clear. Xibai identified him and spoke in surprise.

"Xiao... Wu?" He opened his mouth and called out the name hesitantly.

Xibai remembered where he was.

He was in an orphanage, the orphanage where he grew up.

Eh, that's not right.

Why did he say "when he was a child"?

Xibai tilted his head, and before he could think about it, the boy named Xiao Wu in front of him stretched out his hand to him.

"Let's go, Xibai, let's go play basketball!"

These words successfully grabbed Xibai's attention.

In fact, Xibai has been a weird kid since he was young.

To be objective, it's not surprising.

A child with an extremely yin horoscope who can see ghosts and read ghosts' minds must be out of tune with ordinary children.

Just think of a child who is less than ten years old, who is always trembling with fear and pointing at other people's shoulders and saying "There is a headless man lying on your bed", "There is a woman with three eyes under your bed"...

People around him will choose to stay away from them, which can only be said to be human nature.

So, Xiao Xibai learned to play with himself.

And Xiao Wu in front of him, and Xiao Liu, Zhang Zhang, Daming running around on the playground behind him... They are all Xibai's former friends.

"You are back."

Xiao Xibai blinked carefully.

"What do you mean by back?" Xiao Wu seemed to not understand, "We have always been here."

Xiao Xibai heard this and tilted his head slightly.

His eyes gradually curved up, and a beautiful and neat white teeth showed out - this was his happiest smile.

The friends running on the playground also stopped, and they all turned their heads to look over and called out.

"Xibai, come on."

"We're here."

"Xibai, I'm on your team!"

Some were waving, some were jumping, and some were pulling at the corner of Xibai's clothes.

The eyes of Xibai, who was holding a ball, became brighter and brighter. He didn't know when a few tears had quietly fallen on the back of his hand.

It turned out that he was so popular.

But... Xibai always felt that something was strange.

Did he forget something?

It felt like there was something deep in his mind, as if it was wrapped in a misty cloth.

He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't reach it, but he clearly felt that there was something there.

What is it...

Xibai was thinking when he heard Xiaowu calling him.

"Xibai, keep up!"

He subconsciously wanted to move forward, but a force came all the way from his calf.

Xibai lowered his head.

He saw a hand.

A broad, thick, and very powerful hand.

The hand stretched out from under the ground and tightly grasped Xibai's ankle.

At a time like this, the not-so-cowardly Xiao Xibai should have been frightened to the point of covering his mouth and crying silently - just like the countless nights in the past when he slept alone in a small, isolated room, and lived with strange ghosts in the corners.

But for some reason, he was not afraid of this hand.

Maybe it was because this hand was warm.

It was very hot, especially the palm against his ankle.

A stinging pain came along his ankle, and Xibai hissed softly, and he closed his eyes subconsciously because of the pain.

But when he opened his eyes and looked at the world around him again, everything had changed.

There was no sunshine, no playground, and no tree shadows stained with halo.

There were only countless ghostly fog balls floating up and down in front of him.

What Xibai was holding in his arms was not a ball, but a compass given to him by Zhuang Suan. The needle on the compass was shaking so much that the edge was almost invisible, and the color was red and almost bloody. He

almost shouted at Xibai: There is a ghost, there is a ghost!

Xibai wanted to run, but he was surrounded by thick fog, and he didn't get rid of it at all.

Those floating fog balls seemed to have noticed the movement here, and Xibai saw them slowly turning their "heads".

Scarlet "eyes" filled with bloodthirsty breath appeared on the fog balls.

But before they could react.

The next second, a force with a familiar temperature grabbed Xibai's arm.

"Stand still, don't move!"

Gu Chi's voice was like an order, piercing into his brain with an irresistible tone.

Xibai really stood still instinctively.

There was a rustling sound coming from under his feet, and the moment Xibai lowered his head, his legs almost gave way and he sat on the ground.

He was standing at the edge of the protruding stone slab that served as a "viewing platform", and the sound he just heard was the sound of him kicking some small stones on the edge of the stone slab and causing them to fall.

At this moment, half of Xibai's foot had already been extended.

If he had reacted a second slower, his center of gravity would have tilted forward, and he would have probably fallen directly down.

The light and shadow in Xibai's eyes were trembling, and he made a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Stand still."

Gu Chi's voice came, like a special sedative, and Xibai nodded.

As he moved, Gu Chi grabbed his arm and exerted force, and Xibai quickly took two steps back, putting some distance between him and that place.

At this moment, his heartbeat changed from a nearly stagnant frequency to a pounding that made his chest stuffy.

Xibai sat directly on the ground. He still remembered the mushroom ghost, but he raised his head and nervously scanned the top of his head, but saw nothing.

In the end, he only saw a wrinkled and dry pink spotted mushroom that had lost its bright color in an open space under a tree not far away.

This mushroom was growing on the top of the ghost's head just now.

Is it dead?

Xibai hesitated, but it seemed that he could not find any other clues to infer a different conclusion.

"Xibai?"

Xibai came to his senses and climbed up from the ground.

"Gu Chi, you just..."

He wanted to ask Gu Chi if he saw anything when he came here, but when he got up and looked up, he saw a pool of blood on the other's face.

So he forgot everything else to say, Xi Bai took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and carefully but quickly held Gu Chi's face.

"How did you get hurt!"

Gu Chi's eyes widened slightly, he looked at Xi Bai who was checking himself here and there with a worried look on his face, and a strange feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm fine." He spoke and gently grabbed Xi Bai's hand, "Just when I came here just now, I was scratched on the face by a branch."

Gu Chi said calmly, his tone was so relaxed as if he had done nothing.

It was just that he had just finished fighting with Wuxiang's clone, and then came over to kill the mushroom ghost, and then grabbed Xibai who was about to fall.

Xibai thought to himself that he was really bad.

At first he suspected Gu Chi, and even mistakenly thought that the ghost indicated by the compass was Gu Chi, but in the end Gu Chi had to save him.

Maybe the mushroom ghost was also destroyed by Gu Chi's extremely yang body.

Xibai guessed so.

As he was thinking, he felt that Gu Chi's gaze moved down a little.

Xibai lowered his head with him.

He still held the compass in his hand.

Xibai: ...

The compass needle turned slowly, and finally, pointed to Gu Chi on the opposite side.

Xibai: …………

!!!

But before he could even open his eyes, Gu Chi's words interrupted his spell.

"This thing seems to be broken."

Xi Bai blinked.

Eh?

Gu Chi nodded seriously at Xi Bai, he reached out to take the compass, pinched one corner, and lifted it up vertically.

Xi Bai saw the needle in the middle of the compass pause for a moment.

Then it was attracted by gravity and slid down, pointing straight to the ground.

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