"No, big brother... I'm really convinced..." Bai Di dug his nails deep into his palms, and blood dripped through his fingers onto the snow. He was disgusted.
I wonder if his elder brother would also be disgusted if he knew about this.
The ghost suddenly laughed sharply when he heard this, and all the faces of the people in Lou Xun grinned at the same time:
"Yeah...that's why I can...hug you like this..."
Countless arms stretched out from under the cassock, each hand wearing a jade ring that Lou Changxian wore, grabbing towards Bai Di, "Come... let big brother... be with you... forever..."
"Do you want to fight?"
Nan Song turned his head to look at Bai Di, a light blue spiritual thread had condensed at his fingertips, trembling slightly in the cold wind.
Bai Di's face had returned to calm, but the mental images in his eyes were surging violently - that was a sign that a storm was about to come to the mountains.
"Don't be impatient." He whispered, and at the same time an invisible mental barrier quietly unfolded around the two of them.
Nan Song could feel the subtle fluctuations of mental power in the air. It was Bai Di using his mental power to carve some ancient runes on the snow.
Speaking of which, Bai Di's spiritual power has definitely advanced again, and he has even reached a second form...
Just as the ghost took the third step, a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out from the ground.
With it as the center, the snow within a ten-meter radius instantly vaporized, and a pillar of light composed purely of spiritual power shot up into the sky. The shockwave produced by the explosion was not an air wave, but a visible mental shock—countless tiny cracks appeared in the air, like shattered mirrors.
"Close your eyes!" Bai Di grabbed Nan Song's wrist.
What was falling from the sky was not snow foam, but shattered spiritual fragments.
Each piece reflects a distorted picture - the swing in Nansong's childhood memory, the snow-capped mountains in Baidi's spiritual picture, and even the obsession left by the countless human faces on the ghost.
These fragments flickered with strange colors in the moonlight, like a gorgeous and deadly spiritual pollution.
The white tiger, one of Bai Di's spiritual bodies, roared in the air and leaped backwards carrying the two of them.
Nan Song simultaneously unfolded his own mental vision—the vast and surging river spread out behind the two of them, and countless water mists transformed into streams of light that enveloped their falling figures.
"boom!"
The two fell into a hidden snow pit. On the wall of the pit was a buffer net that Nansong had woven in advance with his mental power.
Those silver-blue spiritual threads emitted a soft halo the moment of contact, dissolving the impact force into nothingness.
Outside the pit, the aftermath of the mental explosion was still raging. Nansong "saw" through his mental perception that the place where the ghost was had become a vortex of mental power.
The cloths covered with scriptures were wriggling wildly, and each rune turned into a chain trying to trap the runaway mental turbulence.
The most terrifying thing is the face that appears and disappears in the center of the vortex - it keeps switching between Bai Di and Lou Xun, and each change causes more intense mental shock.
"It has absorbed too much obsession." Bai Di's voice echoed through the mental link, more ethereal than usual. "Now it's its own turn to suffer from mental schizophrenia."
Nansong concentrated his spiritual power in his palm, forming a silver longbow. "Want to finish off the enemy?"
"Wait." Bai Di's mental image suddenly expanded, projecting the towering snow-capped mountain onto the real world. The snow on the summit began to crumble, transforming into an avalanche composed purely of spiritual energy, cascading down towards the vortex. "Let it suffer a little longer."
In the spiritual vision, the avalanche took on an even more terrifying form - each snowflake was a fragment of memory, carrying painful memories deliberately infused by Bai Di.
When they fell on the ghosts, the distorted human faces screamed silently at the same time, and even the air around them began to distort.
At the edge of the snow pit, a few escaping spiritual turbulences are corroding reality.
The moment a dead tree came into contact with the turbulent flow, dense outlines of human faces appeared on the bark, and the branches twisted into the shape of arms, stretching desperately towards the moonlight.
"Let's go!" Bai Di lowered his voice and grabbed Nan Song's wrist.
The two quickly climbed out of the snow pit and ran towards the strange village in the distance.
Those crooked, alien-shaped huts seemed to have grown out of a nightmare. The walls were covered with vines like blood vessels, and dried animal bones hung under the eaves, gently colliding in the twilight, making hollow sounds.
The sky grew darker, and thick darkness surged in from all directions like a substance.
Bai Di looked up at the distorted moon, his Adam's apple rolling: "You'll know tomorrow morning."
There was a kind of fatigue in his voice that Nan Song could not understand.
They stopped in front of the largest house.
The entire building was a sickly pale color, as if it were made of ashes.
A ball of solidified mist hung above the roof, motionless, as if nailed to the sky.
Nan Song noticed that the door frame was covered with tiny runes, which were exactly the same as the faint green lines on her wrist.
"This is the third time I have killed that monster." Bai Di suddenly spoke, his voice muffled in his chest.
He carried Nansong on his back, so she couldn't see his expression. She could only see a fresh wound on the back of his neck, which was oozing light blue liquid.
"The first time, I summoned the white dragon, and it strangled it to death." His footsteps made a crisp sound on the bone-white steps. "But at dawn the next day, it crawled out of the blood pool on the altar again, with even more scriptures on its body."
The moss on the steps shrieked softly under their feet. Bai Di quickly pushed open the door, and the strong smell of herbs hit him. In the center of the room stood a large bronze cauldron, bubbling with silver liquid.
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