Chapter 116 After the black fog slowly devoured the male ghost, it seemed to expand a little. The red eyes fell on...
After the black fog slowly devoured the male ghost, it seemed to expand a little. The red eyes fell on the figure that was cautiously crawling out. It slowly flashed in front of her and blocked her way.
Yao Yaoyao pointed the peach wood sword at it in fear, but before she could swing the sword, her legs went limp and she fell to her knees with a thud.
The scarlet eyes looked at her for a moment, then turned away in boredom.
In its fragmented memories, it does not eat humans, but only eats evil spirits.
The black fog passed by her, and just as Yao Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief and stood up trembling, a bloody hand suddenly jumped up, grabbed her neck and lifted her up.
The black fog, as thick as asphalt, suddenly trembled violently, as if boiling ink was surging in the void. Countless black fog streams strangled and entangled with each other, and a vague human figure was vaguely revealed.
It moved her closer and seemed to sniff her.
This extremely familiar smell immediately exploded in her brain, as if countless poisonous insects were gnawing at her nerves, causing her already irrational brain to be invaded and pierced by furious murderous intent.
Heavenly Master!
In its memory, the person with this flavor is called Tianshi! !
People like this should die!!!
Fragments of memory flashed through its mind. Several figures in white robes holding peach wood swords pinned it to the ground.
The deep red eyes were like glass soaked in a pool of blood; the thick blood color spread strangely along the veins of the iris, like a stirred sea of blood surging on the surface of the eyeball.
The blue-grey claws easily cut through the skin and pierced into her neck.
Tears of fear kept falling from Yao Yaoyao's eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but could only make broken sounds. The peach wood sword that struggled to hit the black fog had no effect at all, and it further angered it.
The sharp claws gradually tightened, she seemed to hear the crisp sound of bones breaking, her chest heaving violently but she couldn't breathe in a breath of air.
Everything in front of her eyes gradually became covered with gray. In her head, which was roaring like thunder, her consciousness was being devoured bit by bit. Only the shrill voice of another ghost was left: "Prepare the host! Prepare the host! Don't sleep! You will die!"
With a snap, the only weapon in his hand fell, and hot tears and spurting blood dripped together and hit the cold hand.
Is she going to die?
It's just as useless as ever, I can't even resist.
She…hasn’t avenged her sister yet.
She doesn't want to die!
The darkness surged over my head like a tide, drowning all my senses.
In a trance, she seemed to see her sister's face.
…
Is this what the Heavenly Master is like? Perhaps stimulated by the unusually hot touch, the violent mind became slightly more awake. It tilted its head and looked at the human who had fainted and was dying in its hands. The hand that was pinching it loosened a little.
They shouldn't be so weak.
And it... doesn't seem to be able to kill humans.
It seems like I'm going to die.
After standing there for a while, it finally found that part in its chaotic memory. It seemed that a ghost had warned it that it could stay in the human world, but it could only kill evil spirits to satisfy its hunger and not touch humans. Otherwise, it would be hunted down by the soul-catcher and beheaded immediately.
It has to stay here.
It was waiting for someone, someone who seemed very important to it. So important that it wanted to see her again even if it died.
But why doesn't it remember anything?
How does it...
The fishy and sweet smell of blood filled the air, like jam wine that had been soaked in the moonlight for a long time. Every breath was stimulating the evil spirit in front of him.
My stomach, which had been full after a meal, suddenly felt hungry again, as if it was being rubbed by an invisible hand, causing a burning pain.
The sharp fangs bared fiercely and moved closer to her. All her senses were swallowed up by hunger and desire at this moment, leaving only one thought lingering in her mind.
Hungry! So hungry! I want to eat her!
The hands that were pinching her neck had been put down at some point, and the thick black fog rolled up and condensed into several thick tentacles, which tightly wrapped around her limbs and hung her in mid-air.
The black robe it was wearing was torn to pieces, and in the bleak moonlight, it saw the face of the food.
For some reason, the tentacles that were tightly wrapped around her body, leaving several red marks, loosened a little, and the sharp fangs opened and closed several times, but were finally retracted.
Finally, it moved its cold lips closer, pressed them against the wound oozing blood, closed its eyes and sucked hard. The bright red blood flowed down the corners of its mouth and was swallowed by the black mist that filled the air around it.
It greedily devoured the warm liquid, and the sound of it swallowing in big gulps echoed in the quiet alley.
It was not until the face of the food in front of it became paler and its breathing became weaker that it barely controlled itself.
It retracted its tentacles, threw her into the corner, and floated away without looking back.
It didn't kill her because it had someone important to see. This hearty meal could be considered revenge on these Heavenly Masters.
Under the bleak moon, the girl closed her eyes tightly, like a discarded rag doll, thrown in the alley.
After a while, the black mist floated back and kicked the girl twice in annoyance. Seeing that she didn't respond, it turned around and left.
It came back a little later, and this time it knocked the sheet off the clothesline, causing it to fall on the girl's trembling body. Its red eyes stared at her for a while, then it walked back.
Halfway through the walk, he suddenly remembered something and turned back.
After going back and forth several times, it seemed a little tired, and its sharp nails fell on her neck, which had just scabbed over, as if it wanted to wake her up directly.
But after seeing her skin color which was somewhat similar to it, he gave up. She was still useful and couldn't die.
The black fog stood quietly beside the girl, looking down at her with its crimson eyes.
She was thin, slender, timid and incompetent. How come after drinking her blood, this ordinary human being with no brilliance at all recovered some of her memories?
Although there were only some chaotic fragments, it did remember some of it.
Thinking of this, its eyes became deep as it looked at the girl.
If it eats her whole and tears her into pieces, it will be able to recall some lost memories and see the person it wants to see.
The fangs rested on her head, making a small hole. The strong smell of blood filled its nose again. It frowned, and its heart told it that it could not kill her.
The free-spirited evil spirit thought about it and immediately discarded the idea. As its memory faded, it did things based on its feelings.
It remembered that when it just died, it floated to other places to find people. Later, as time went by.
All the colorful memories in my mind are like ink washed away by rain, rendering them into mottled blocks of color.
Names, voices, faces, all concrete existences were distorted and deformed in the black fog and dissipated into the endless darkness.
The range of movement became smaller and smaller, and it became more and more confused. It couldn't remember what was going on. It just stayed in this alley.
This alley has been abandoned for a long time, and usually only ghosts like it wander around.
When it is hungry, it will hunt a few ghosts with human scent on them to barely fill its stomach.
The sunlight filtered through the scattered obstructions and sprinkled onto Yao Yaoyao's face.
She subconsciously raised her hand to block the light, and the gold fragments that leaked through her fingers danced on her eyelashes, making her eyes hot.
She opened her eyes drowsily and looked at the quiet alley in the early morning. She was stunned and still couldn't react.
She is not dead!
Maybe the evil spirit thought she was too skinny and unpalatable, so he didn't attack her.
Yao Yaoyao staggered to her feet, picked up the backpack and peach wood sword that were thrown aside, and without caring about the black robe that was torn into strips, she limped out of the alley.
Perhaps the warm sunshine gave her a sense of security. Her steps became lighter and she even had a sweet smile on her face.
Her sister once told her that those who survive a great disaster will be blessed in the future.
She stayed in this haunted alley for a night, and even though she didn't catch a ghost, she successfully completed the entry mission of the Tianshi Mansion. From now on, she is a formal Tianshi.
One step closer to investigating the cause of my sister's death.
Behind her, the black fog followed not far away.
It thought about it all night. No, it shouldn't be called thinking, it should be said that it thought about it all night and decided to follow its heart and follow her.
When hungry, he drinks her blood to restore his memory. In return, it can protect her and prevent her from entering the underworld too early.
In human terms, this is called...what is needed.
As for whether he needed to discuss this with Yao Yaoyao, the evil ghost had no such thought at all.
"That, that reserve host. Behind you... there seems to be something following you." 10086 pointed behind her tremblingly, reminding its reserve host who was not dead for some reason.
The situation here was reported, but there was still no news from the management bureau, so 10086 temporarily stayed in the brain of the reserve host.
Yao Yaoyao's bright smile froze immediately, and she didn't know who to call for a moment.
One is a ghost that can turn invisible and haunts her, and the other is...
She turned her head timidly. The black fog stood not far away. After noticing her gaze, it paused and quickened its pace.
She remembered what the heavenly masters had said: the Yang energy was strong during the day and ordinary ghosts did not dare to hang around in the sunlight. At best, their souls would be burned, and at worst, their souls would be destroyed.
Except for the most evil ghosts, they either suffered great injustice before their death, or hunted many humans after their death.
She doesn't care what kind of evil spirit she is.
"Ahhh, sister, mother..."
Yao Yaoyao howled like a ghost and quickened her pace as she ran forward. Why is this alley so long?
Heimu was a little confused, but he just followed her lightly.
After running for a while, she saw that the black fog was just following her not far away, and had no intention of killing her.
She took a deep breath, paused, and held the peach wood sword in front of her chest. She stared at the thing whose outline could not be seen, and mustered up the courage to negotiate with it: "You...you...can you please not follow me? My meat is not tasty."
"Please...please."
"I...I can burn incense for you. Any flavor is fine."
The surroundings were silent, and the black fog stopped. Faintly, she saw a pair of scarlet eyes, looking at her coldly.
Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and her legs were shaking uncontrollably and she was about to kneel down.
After a long time, a hoarse voice floated out from the black fog.
"you."
Yao Yaoyao was stunned for a moment. "What?"
"I want you."
“Available to me anytime, anywhere.”
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