"Who is blocking the way?"
With the faint light coming through the gaps in the accumulated dark clouds, the group of disciples from Qiling Mountain looked at Huaiyu carefully and finally bravely stepped forward to question him.
Even though they noticed that there was no trace of life on this person, perhaps because they thought they were outnumbered, the inexplicable fear they had felt before actually dissipated a little.
The older disciple in the lead concealed the fear in his eyes. Although he was still a little bit unbelievable, as if he was surprised that Huaiyu would appear again, he still calmed his mind and took a defensive posture.
Now it seems that what Taoist Qingshan said was true, but unfortunately the masters were too confident, so they did not take the Taoist's words to heart.
If he had the chance, he would definitely go back and tell his masters the news.
Huaiyu glanced at the crowd indifferently, and when his eyes fell on a familiar face, the vague and hazy memories in his mind, as if they had been deliberately sealed, finally showed signs of loosening.
"So they are really your people from Qiling Mountain..." Huaiyu's sigh faded into the wind. He stared at the white robes with purple patterns on the group of people, but the fragment of clothes tightly grasped in the hands of his young nephew flashed through his mind. The patterns on the fabric were no different from those on the robes of this group of people, or rather, they were the same.
It was worth it for him to replay the scene before his death with all his resentment. In the end, he watched it over and over again for hundreds of times, reminding himself not to forget the hatred, and finally found some clues from it.
This group of hypocritical ghost hunters claimed to be eliminating evil for the people, but in the end they used what they learned to take the lives of innocent people. If my nephew had not grabbed the disciple's robe hidden under the black clothes when he struggled before his death, this day might have come later.
But no matter what, the real murderer will not escape from his hands.
Besides, how could he really not remember the murderer who killed him? Although his memory was corroded by time and only fragments remained, the sight of this group of people always reminded him of something.
The white robe was blown by the wind. Huaiyu had a faint smile on his face, but his gentle eyes did not hide the murderous intent at all:
"Everyone, 280 members of my Huai family died at the hands of Qiling Mountain. I came here today to tell you—"
“This is just the beginning.”
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, I'll let you live. Go back and tell your master to wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, Huaiyu's scattered black hair fluttered in the wind, and the strange blue light radiating from his body effortlessly broke through the defense formed by the joint efforts of those disciples, raising dust thousands of feet high. The disciples who were pushed back a step spit out blood one after another. At this moment, their eyes looking at Huaiyu finally turned into fear and dread.
I don’t know what Tang Yu’s hobby is. He actually chose this type of partner.
The eldest brother couldn't help but sigh deeply when he saw Huaiyu's swift and efficient action. However, seeing that everyone around him was holding their chests and bending over to spit out blood, he also quickly took a posture and bent over, the main point of which was to be sociable.
Huaiyu found the embarrassed postures of the group of people somewhat ridiculous, even though the violence in his heart clamored not to let this group of people go easily. As long as they were from Qiling Mountain, they were not innocent.
But looking at the young and frightened faces in the crowd, he actually hesitated.
Some disciples may not know about this shameful act. If he does the same, what is the difference between him and the group of people back then?
Unfortunately, some people did not appreciate it. Several of the disciples covered their chests and trembled all over, as if they did not think Huaiyu would be kind enough to let them go. So when they felt the pressure of death, they could not help but speak without thinking and bluffing:
"Do you know who we are? If my master were to come, he would definitely shatter your spirit!"
The white figure flashed by like a shadow. The eldest brother who was hiding behind and saw it clearly shrank back and sighed that the man was such an idiot.
Now that’s good, has the ghost been pissed off?
Anyway, if you are still alive later, you will be lucky.
The man who had just been so arrogant and boastful turned red in the face after being grabbed by Huaiyu's neck. His feet, lifted off the ground, were thrashing in the air. However, that little movement was nothing to Huaiyu. He narrowed his eyes and slowly exerted force in his hands. His gentle voice now sounded like the tolling of a death knell:
"Soul scattered?"
"It seems that you have great faith in your master's abilities, but unfortunately, I'm afraid you will have to ask your master to collect your body."
Senior Brother: See? Am I right? This kid is simply courting death.
Seeing that disciple's face was blue and purple, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was about to die, another disciple who was on good terms with him didn't care about whether it would anger the evil spirit, and shouted directly at Huaiyu:
"You evil ghost, my master can kill you twice, and I can kill you a third time!"
"If you spare my fellow disciple's life, maybe I can ask Master to show mercy!"
The heavy object hit the ground with a loud noise. The disciple who had managed to survive lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Huaiyu smiled and looked at the disciple who had spoken, murderous intent spurting out of his eyes:
"What did you say?"
Senior Brother: Danger!
It's over. I really can't hide it anymore.
He had clearly secretly warned the people of Qi Ling Mountain to mind their mouths, but he didn't expect that they would still be ruined by the hands of idiots.
No, is this glorious?
He was killed by your sect when he was still alive, and then he was killed again after he became a ghost. Now you are threatening him.
Really.
The eldest brother shook his head.
Huaiyu slowly stretched out his hand, and the man who had just stiffened his neck and yelled instantly turned into a shadow in his hand. However, Huaiyu did not want to kill this man now, so he asked softly word by word:
"What did you mean by that?"
"Kill me twice? How did you kill me twice?"
The mixture of resentment and evil spirits threatened to devour the disciple. The disciple, whose face turned pale with fear, was now trembling all over and could not even utter a complete sentence. He could only tremble and deny through gritted teeth:
"I, I don't know..."
But seeing countless strange paper figures appearing behind Huaiyu, the disciple quickly said, "But, but my master... my master knows..."
"That's what he told me."
Huaiyu laughed softly, his eyes and brows as bright as the breeze and the moon still looked very pretty. If one didn't know the situation he was in, and only saw the way he lowered his eyes and laughed softly, one might think that Huaiyu had heard some interesting anecdote and that was why he smiled like that.
He let go of the man, tilted his head slightly and sighed:
"It turns out that I didn't even know I died twice."
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