Chapter 149: Styx Extradition



The ghost officials have their own tricks for dealing with ghosts. Among the overwhelming number of ghosts, they will catch any one who dares to show up and stretch out his claws. After catching a few, they will twist and push them in their hands, and the ghosts will disappear in their hands.

In fact, the ghost has been collected by the ghost catcher in the water bag on his waist. The ghost catcher is a ghost and does not need to drink water. The water bag he carries with him is specially used to hold souls.

Luo Zheyu stood behind the three thousand ghost officials, watching them busying themselves, but did not take any action.

He had no equipment to deal with ghosts. The most effective and quickest weapons to deal with ghosts were only sickles and fire. Both were too overbearing. Once touched, the ghosts would be instantly dissipated into thin air.

Although these ghosts seem to have gone mad, if they are captured and thrown into the eighteen levels of hell for transformation, they may be able to regain some sanity. After a few years of care and multiple reincarnations, they can make up for their deficiencies.

The young man hid behind many ghosts, poured his strength into the mirror, and quietly opened the channel connecting to other small spaces.

He wants to escape to another small space.

There are hundreds of small spaces that have been successfully constructed in the kaleidoscope mirror, but he is the only one who has the authority to search the space inside the kaleidoscope mirror.

Although the spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror was dissatisfied with the young man, it had to obey his orders because it recognized him as its master.

Moreover, the spirit of the Thousand Faced Mirror must also abide by the rules of the Thousand Faced Mirror. Even if it wants to betray and sell out him directly, it cannot violate the rules.

This is the greatest reliance of young people.

The spirit of the artifact is only a manager and cannot ignore the rules set for the artifact itself.

This place belongs to his territory. Even if the underworld sends another three thousand ghost messengers, as long as they can move back and forth in these small spaces, the underworld will be unable to do anything to him.

As power was injected, one of the faces of the mirror suddenly emitted a faint fluorescent light, projecting outwards to form a light curtain that enveloped the young man.

The young man's figure began to become faint and transparent from head to toe.

A ball of silver-white flame flew quickly from the left, whistling towards them.

Luo Zheyu discovered his intention to escape, and immediately swung his sickle, emitting a silver-white flame. At the same time, he kicked away the ghosts blocking his way and followed the silver-white flame.

"Bang..."

The silver-white flame hit the young man's figure which was in the state of being between reality and illusion.

“Wow…”

It was as if a pot of oil was poured on the fireworks, and the flames suddenly rose higher.

"Ugh...ah——!" The young man covered his left eye in unbearable pain. His knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, crying miserably.

"Eyes, my eyes!"

The silver-white flame passed through the young man's body and burned violently around his left eye.

The fire was so big that it only burned the left eyeball and did not spread to the body at all.

The silvery-white flame on the sickle only burns yin objects and does not harm living things.

The young man himself was a living person and was not burned by the flames, so there must be something different about his left eyeball that was why he was treated specially.

The light curtain projected from the kaleidoscope mirror was not blocked by this, and it still covered the young man's whole body, leading him into the small space world step by step.

Before his body turned completely transparent and disappeared from here, the young man staggered to his feet and turned to look at Luo Zheyu.

The one intact eye was filled with hatred, resentment, and distortion.

I wish I could cut him into pieces.

The huge black sickle suddenly swung horizontally, like a sickle of death, fiercely cutting across the young man's body, reaping his life.

The sickle swept across.

The blade pierced through the body.

There was nothing under the knife.

It turned out that the young man and the silver-white irregular polyhedron mirror floating in his hand disappeared on the spot just before the sickle was swung down. After the sickle was swung down, only the afterimage was cut.

Let him run away.

Luo Zheyu retracted his sickle, stood where he was, and lowered his head in silence.

Carefully sense the location of the other end of the bad luck swirling outside your body.

The ghost messengers who were fighting and roaming around and constantly collecting ghosts could not disturb Luo Zheyu.

The ghost passed by him and circled around him quietly, not daring to get close to him.

Even unconscious ghosts could feel the life-threatening power of the silver-white flame.

After vaguely following the gray line of bad luck and roughly sensing the young man's location, Luo Zheyu quietly disappeared, returned to the Styx space, and stood on the Milky Way boat.

He bent down and reached out to pat the silver boat.

The silver boat twisted its hull a few times and sped off in a certain direction.

A lone small boat, with the momentum of a yacht and the speed of an airplane, broke the mirror-smooth and tranquil surface of the river, and the high splashing water gushed to both sides, causing layers of ripples.

"arrive."

The silver boat suddenly stopped, and a picture quickly unfolded on the river surface. Waves emerged and squeezed out from the middle to all directions, revealing the picture in the middle.

Without waiting to see what was happening below, Luo Zheyu turned over and jumped off the silver boat.

Jump directly into the node that overlaps with the Styx space here.

In the decaying city, tall buildings are still standing, but it looks desolate.

Flyers on the street were blown up and down by the wind, and vehicles were parked randomly on the side of the road in a disorderly manner.

The whole city was empty.

Not even any living creature that could move appeared.

This is the small space world that Luo Zheyu entered after jumping down from the Styx space.

The young man is also here and has not left yet.

I don't know where it is hiding, so it will take some effort to find it.

But this is not important. As long as this small space is destroyed, the young man will have nowhere to hide.

The flame on the sickle is completely harmless to living things and ordinary objects, but it is extremely effective against such a strange world that is inevitably built with the power of Yin energy.

This was not the first time he had set a fire, and Luo Zheyu had become very skilled at it.

The huge black sickle was waved in his hand, and it spun half a circle casually towards the sky. The blazing silver-white flames on it all broke away from the blade, splitting into countless clusters of flames and scattering in all directions.

The silvery-white flames were like a rain of fire falling from the sky, landing on the streets, tall buildings, vehicles, pools, ditches, and muddy ground...

Most of them are not flammable items, and even more materials are completely incombustible. However, the falling silver-white flames seem to have fallen into an oil drum. They exploded with a "bang", and flames shot up into the sky. The flames raged and burned fiercely. The sky and the earth were covered with silver-white flames, and it soon turned into a sea of fire.

Luo Zheyu floated in the air, his arms clasped in front of his chest, sickle in hand, standing by his side, looking at the overbearing silver-white flames below that covered the sky and the sun, his eyes also burning silver.

She tapped her fingers rhythmically on her arms, waiting leisurely for the young man to appear.

Although the posture seems relaxed, the whole body is actually tense and ready for battle at any time.

From the gray bad luck swirling around him, the thin gray line stretched out in a straight line pointing directly into the sea of fire.

"Humph, you idiot! How dare you chase me alone? Do you really think I'm a vegetarian?"

The young man's arrogant voice sounded below.

Faster than the sound was an attack.

As if carrying the will of this world, an invisible huge hand transformed from the void suddenly attacked Luo Zheyu from bottom to top.

With unrivaled momentum.

Familiar moves.

I had seen the same move when I was a skeleton, but unfortunately I was too weak at that time and had no chance to experience it.

The huge black sickle turned slightly in his hand, and a few tiny silver-white flames sprang out from the sickle blade, which had already completely dissipated the flames.

Luo Zheyu also held the sickle handle with his other hand. Holding the sickle with both hands, he slashed fiercely at the invisible palm attacking from below.

The blade was tilted from top to bottom, and because it was swung too fast, it even made a sound of air bursting.

The huge black sickle collided with the invisible palm in the void, as if the heaven and earth were shaking, and yet it seemed that nothing was affected.

The palm was cut into two halves, but the remaining force of the sickle did not diminish, cutting through the air, forming a crescent-shaped air blade, which broke away from the sickle and flew towards the sea of fire below.

A figure flew up from the silver-white sea of fire and dodged the energy blade.

Before the figure could stand still in the air, Luo Zheyu turned into a residual shadow and slashed at him quickly, waving the sickle.

No one expected his speed to be so fast. In a hurry, the figure only had time to reach out and grab in the air, and the air instantly turned into an invisible palm, blocking the sickle.

But the attacks he had just launched were blocked by Luo Zheyu, and the sickle still had enough energy to launch a blade attack. The hasty block at this time was even more vulnerable to the sickle.

Seeing the sickle breaking through the void and transforming into a palm with the jagged blade about to fall on him, the young man raised his hand, and a thousand-faceted mirror quickly appeared out of thin air in his hand. An irregular polyhedron with several small silver-white mirrors slowly rotated in the palm of his hand. When one of the mirrors rotated to face Luo Zheyu's face, a light curtain was suddenly projected, covering his face.

Originally, the function of this light curtain was to cover the enemy's entire body and drag the opponent into the more powerful and complete small space world constructed by the young man.

But on the one hand, Luo Zheyu was very powerful and it was impossible to force him into the small space.

Secondly, Luo Zheyu's silver-white flame is the nemesis of his small space world. It is simply a demolition office. Wherever it passes, nothing can survive intact.

Even if he could directly take Luo Zheyu's body into the small space, the young man was unwilling to do so.

The construction of each small space world took him a lot of effort.

Every blade of grass and every tree, the repetitive NPC characters and plot monsters, the various rule settings and plots that conform to the Kaleidoscope... and so on, were all created bit by bit by his painstaking efforts.

It can be burned by a fire and no matter how you put it together, it can't be a complete thing. Who wouldn't feel sad?

Therefore, only another ability can be used.

Let the multifaceted mirror force its way into the opponent's spiritual world, drag out the opponent's spiritual power, and let the opponent's spirit fall into the world constructed by the young man.

Luo Zheyu's eyes paused and lost focus. It was obvious that he had been squeezed into the spiritual world by the kaleidoscope mirror.

The huge black sickle in his hand no longer swung towards the young man.

"Heh, so arrogant, I thought you were so powerful, but you're just like this."

The young man snorted, looking disdainful.

Unexpectedly, the huge black sickle suddenly moved on its own, and fell down by itself with the remaining force from Luo Zheyu's previous swing.

With the same great force as before, the sickle struck the young man's shoulder.

Then he cut and sawed up and down twice. The inside of the crescent-shaped blade was covered with sharp little teeth, which cut the young man's shoulder into a bloody mess. Then he dissipated the force and stopped moving.

"ah--"

The young man belatedly realized the pain, covered his shoulder, and fell several meters from mid-air with an unstable body.

Trembling in pain, staggering.

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