Bulwark of Light

Chapter 198 The Ghost's Whisper

In the storm condensed by the dead leaves, a splash of blood splashed out.

A series of blood droplets flew out, were chopped by wind blades and blades in the air, instantly shattered into fine blood particles, and then evaporated into a bloody mist by the high-speed blasting wind.

In the field of [Slow Time], this scene does not look bloody, on the contrary, it has a kind of morbid beauty.

Blood sprinkled like agate.

Life passes like a dead leaf.

Standing in the storm, the woman controlling thousands of dead leaves stared blankly at the curly-haired young man who was "slowly" cut by thousands of dead leaves.

Death, chopped by countless blades, should have been swift.

But Chen Mei's survival instinct turned this into a Ling Chi miserable banquet.

"For...why?"

Chen didn't stretch out his palms, trying to cover his face, but soon ten fingers were sliced ​​open by the blade, the knuckles were twisted, blood and flesh flew, and his vision was blurred by the splashing blood beads... Ye Xidi turned into a tornado, and the whole world seemed to be stained red with his own blood, except for that woman, who was snow-white and out of tune with the whole world.

Perhaps it was because the aorta was shredded by the blade, and a large amount of blood spurted out.

Chen Mei hasn't figured it out...why Ye Ningqiu would do something to him.

Aunt Ye has been one of the people I have trusted the most over the years.

"No why."

Ye Ningqiu, who was standing in the center of Ye Hai, spoke softly, and the flying blood beads hovered and floated around her like a jade belt. This area spread silently, as if a strange rhythm was forming.

And this strange mental rhythm... made Chen Mei suddenly think of a familiar "existence".

Owl!
"You are……"

Chen Mei's expression changed abruptly.

As soon as his voice came out, his throat was cut open by a blade!

After the trachea was cut off, the remaining voices instantly dissipated, and the only thing that could be spit out was ho-ho whimpers, but now even the whimpers could not be heard... because in the next moment, countless leaves rushed to cover him, and the verdict ruled For the convenience of execution and to deceive others, such a deserted place was chosen.

And now.

The uninhabited foliage is the place of my own burial.

Chen's unshattered thoughts were running crazily when he was dying... Perhaps this was the last flashback. He could feel countless cuts all over his body. Because the blades were too small and too sharp, the wounds formed after cutting. negative pressure.

Blood is splashed out.

The woman in front of me is not Aunt Ye...it's Xiao...

Or... Aunt Ye doesn't exist...

Anyway, as Zhou Jiren said, Xiao really came... He came to kill himself...

Consciousness begins to slacken.

"Boom-"

Chen didn't hear the sound of his head pounding heavily on the ground, but the strange thing was that he no longer felt the pain... It was like a bled animal with limp limbs and could only meet the fate of being slaughtered.

He felt more like a puppet, who needed someone to hold the string to move.

This painful feeling... is even more tormenting than the previous fire.

Before dying, Chen Mei's last thought was.

[It would be fine if this was a dream. 】

……

……

Ye Ningqiu squatted in the sea of ​​leaves contentedly, countless debris and leaves rose up from the sky, cheered, and twisted his waist according to the owner's wishes, this grand and magnificent tornado stretched wantonly, swallowing the moonlight and Night Breeze.

She stretched out her palm and touched Chen Mei's cold brow.

This talented curly-haired young man still has his eyes open, but his consciousness has dissipated... In a sense, he still has a breath, but he is actually dead.

A lot of people think that... death is an instant thing.

But it is not.

Matter and spirit are interdependent... But there are also several types of death. Spiritual death will be slower than material death.

The moment the head was beheaded.

The spirit may still be dying for a moment.

But in the physical form, the "basic logic" that constitutes the body is destroyed, and it dies.

In other words...Ling Chi's method of death is actually to kill the spirit first, and then the body, and often before the body dies, the will of the owner of the body collapses first.

"belch……"

Amidst the wild dance of countless leaves, there was a very slight sound.

Light enough to be ignored.

But Ye Ningqiu raised her head immediately, and she stared fixedly at the big-leaved grass in the distance, which was the direction from which the voice came from. Countless big leaves collapsed with the wind, protruding a vague and tall figure.

The man was surrounded by a hazy white light, and he looked very burly.

But... in fact, this is just an illusion.

He moved forward slowly, countless blades slashed and shattered around him, making the trembling sound of tempered iron plates, and finally this ghostly figure revealed his true figure.

It's just a wizened, skinny, scruffy old man.

Compared to the sea of ​​leaves flying above his head... he is more like a dead grass.

"belch……"

The white ghost hiccupped again, his eyes were a little dazed, he looked at the woman, and said with a soft smile, "320 knives...the knives are pretty good."

The confrontation between the two was quiet and silent.

In fact, it was because... the moment the old man came out, a powerful coercion descended.

Ye Ningqiu stood up with difficulty, his shoulders creaking, as if he was under a lot of pressure, and every step the old man took, he was closer to collapse.

"You want to kill...and take people away..."

Mr. Bai slowly came to Chen Mei's "corpse". He checked the young man's body and asked suddenly.

"Is it used as a 'new container' to carry itself?"

Ye Ningqiu's pupils contracted.

She couldn't understand the appearance of all this... Is it a trap?Since when did this old guy start appearing?

really!

Zhou Jiren is not Zhou Jiren if he is not fortified!
The existence of this guy... is more terrifying than all the Sealed Artifacts and Transcendent Arrays. An absolute crushing force from ability made her feel a huge sense of crisis.

The moment the "White Ghost" appeared, she began to second her authority to frantically search for corresponding files and information in the deep sea...but the result was desperate.

[There is no such person. 】

This is an "existence" that is not in the deep sea archives at all!
The old man squatted down without making the slightest defensive gesture, but whispered softly: "It seems useless to kill you... This body is just a container, and the real spirit of the host is far away. It must be a good feeling to hide behind the scenes, even if the container is destroyed, the owner will not be harmed."

"However... what you did just now gave me a revelation."

"Later, you should experience something different."

The white ghost raised his head and said to Ye Ningqiu: "Now... let me save this kid first, I promised him to join the special investigation team and let him survive."

Hearing this sentence, "Ye Ningqiu" felt horrified.

It is an absolute iron law that the dead cannot be brought back to life.

No paranormal ability can reverse it.

No one can defy it.

(End of this chapter)