Who calls this thing a god?

When 300 meters away from the top of the mountain, there was a faint singing.

It's not quite accurate to say it's a singing voice, it's more like someone is singing a spell with a dreamlike voice, accompanied by monotonous and ethereal instruments, the penetrating sound can be seen.

Qiyou stopped in his tracks and asked it, "Did you have it just now?"

The monster paused, raised its head and looked around for a moment, then asked him, "What did you say?"

"singing."

Seeing it like this, Qiyou immediately felt some clues.

The hearing of the resentment-eating monster is much more sensitive than that of normal people. If there had been a song earlier, it should have heard it earlier than Qiyou; if it was only at this moment, it should have heard it more clearly than Qiyou.

"Can't you hear?"

The resentment-eating monster tilted its head and listened carefully, then shook its head for a moment and said, "No. What kind of singing is it?"

Qi You frowned, and for a moment he couldn't tell what kind of pitch the singing sound seemed to be in his ears, so he said tentatively, "...the curse of rebirth?"

"...that's really annoying," said the Grudge Eater.

Soul-purifying spells such as the Rebirth Curse will more or less affect people like them to eat. Not only do hate-eating monsters hate it, but even Qiyou finds it disgusting.

Along the way up Shengu Mountain, there are carrion and rotten bones buried under the ruins of the formation, countless cloaked ghosts are hidden in the mountains, and singing that others cannot hear is ringing from the top of the mountain.

Not to mention the figurine of the God of Resentment dancing in front of him.

There is something weird everywhere, and there is a vague meaning against him.

Qi You silently clenched the handle of the knife, and said in a flat tone: "Maybe I heard wrong. Let's go."

The monster didn't pick up his words, but just followed him silently, its ears trembling, trying to catch the hard-to-detect sounds more sensitively.

A mere 300 meters, every step, is the bone-chilling cold.

The phoenix blood beads in his hands were already a little hot, but the cold that could not be dispelled still scrambled to wrap around his body, penetrated his flesh and blood, and bit his bones tightly.

Qiyou said inwardly that it was not good, and subconsciously inserted the tip of the knife into the ground.

"What's wrong with you." The grudge-eating monster suddenly turned to look at him, "Hey, what's wrong with you..."

Its gaze slowly moved from Qiyou's pale face to his chest.

The old scar was oozing blood, seeping through the coat.

Qiyou's eyes turned black, he held the knife tightly to support his body, and there was a sharp ringing in his ears.

Even so, the singing voice from the top of the mountain poured into his ears more clearly and more unscrupulously.

The resentment-eating monster hissed strangely, its pupils were as thin as needles, it leaned close to Qiyou to act as a fulcrum, and cursed: "I'm going to tear up that dog right now—"

"Little black."

Qi You slowed down, covered his forehead with one hand, squeezed a formula between his brows, and said in a low voice, "It's not Gu Buming."

The monster froze for a moment.

Qiyou finally saw much clearer eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "It's that rib."

The monster's ugly and distorted face unexpectedly showed a look of bewilderment. It opened its mouth, but it couldn't say the rebellious words "It's better to use it to make soup for mending".

"Let's go."

It was only then that Qi You remembered the wound on his chest, and hastily squeezed a tactic to stop the bleeding. He took out the knife and held it in his hand, and said softly, "...Maybe I want to go home too."

This sentence was too light, and it was blown away by the wind as soon as it was spoken.

The monster didn't hear what he said clearly, but just stared at the top of the mountain thoughtfully, and followed him silently, never leaving a step.

The distance of [-] meters is only a moment.

When Qiyou and the monster walked to the top of the mountain, there was a person standing here early.

This man was tall and tall, wearing a large black embroidered gold cloak and a pair of buckskin boots, he was much more elegant than the mountain cloak ghost.

He wasn't too surprised when he saw Qiyou, after all, someone had tipped him off early on.

Gu Buming greeted with a sneer and said:

"I have been waiting for a long time, His Highness the God of Resentment."

When Qiyou saw him, he didn't seem to see him. He only glanced at him and then looked away indifferently, sweeping across the formations on the ground, baring his teeth and claws in a disorderly manner.

On the edge of the mountain was a stone stele nailed with piles and tied by thick chains. It was engraved with densely packed characters. Qi You guessed that he could not see clearly, and he also did not intend to take a closer look.

He finally looked at an ordinary wooden tablet standing in the center of the formation. It was really inconspicuous, much more shabby than the stone tablet on one side, and the crooked names on it would be weathered.

Qi You originally thought that he had been imprisoned for 1000 years, and he couldn't even remember Shen Hegui's face, let alone this wooden sign.

Unexpectedly, he actually remembered.

This is Shen Hegui's tomb, but his bones are buried under it.

The man in the cloak had no shortage of time, and patiently let him read them all.

Of course he was not in a hurry, according to international practice, the decent always wanted to understand the villain, and had to take the initiative to fight with the villain for a long time, and finally "forced and helpless" to fight.

He Gu Buming didn't miss this little time.

Sure enough, Qi You looked away from the tomb and looked at him, and said firstly, "The wooden plaque is well preserved, did you make it?"

Gu Buming shook his sleeves, showing the appearance of a carefree young man, he said in a drawn out voice, "Of course, I will never let my appearance be too shabby."

Qiyou nodded and said, "Thank you."

Hearing what he said, Gu Buming laughed naturally, he brushed off the unnecessary dust on his sleeves, and said, "His Royal Highness, God of Resentment, bless you—fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Seeing the light of the knife approaching directly in front of him, his hair rose up, and he quickly moved aside with a disheveled face.

Qiyou didn't give him a chance to breathe, he turned his wrist and stabbed back!

"You fucking—" Gu Buming was so angry that he swears, "Aren't you talking about it?"

Why do you just hit it!Why do you say hit it again! !Why! ! !Are you violent? !

Qiyou was actually able to keep up with his train of thought, and the gaps in his speech did not delay his swing of the blade at all, "I'm sorry, I thought I was a villain."

Fuck!

Gu Buming almost vomited blood due to his anger, so he wanted to touch the dagger at his waist. Qiyou also saw this point, and repeatedly suppressed his arm, swinging the knife and cutting the blade smoothly, rushing to the death spot everywhere.

The resentment-eating monster has an extraordinary tacit understanding with him, almost suppressing Gu Buming every time he comes and goes.

Qiyou's divine power was broken, and the presence of the divine bone also affected his mobility to a certain extent. Without the help of the grudge-eating monster, it would not have been such an easy situation.

Gu Buming can't touch the knife for the time being, if he has a knife in his hand, it's another matter.

He is well aware of this truth.

Similarly, Gu Buming also knew.

He suddenly threw off the shackles of the two of them, ignored them and moved back a few meters, turned his palms into claws, and shouted sinisterly: "The wild ghosts in the mountains listen to my orders—"

The monster rolled his eyes and said, "If you play tricks in front of us, I think you are playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong."

Gu Buming: "..."

Seeing his face turn green with anger, Qiyou said: "Be careful. He is calling the Shupai's dog."

Rough words are not rough.

Gu Buming sneered and did not refute.

In an instant, hundreds of cloaked ghosts rushed to the top of the mountain. They were from the monster clan, but they were no different from wild ghosts in the mountains.

This time it was the turn of the grudge-eating monster to scream angrily, "You're a damn one thousand and two, you're really—"

It said a rather sharp and unpleasant word, and Qiyou stood beside him for a long time before realizing what it was a curse.

The voice of the grudge-eating monster was already thin and high-pitched, and letting go of the curse was like scratching a blackboard with fingernails, making the scalp tingle.

Gu Buming was disturbed by it, pointed at it and said viciously: "Tear it to pieces!"

The grudge-eating monster roared: "Damn it, I just told me to eat more! Eat more! Look now!"

The few cloaked ghosts closest to it were directly sent flying by its sound, and the next wave covered it, biting its scales.

Qi You: "..."

His side is no better than the resentment-eating monsters. In the front, there is Gu Buming who is red-eyed, and the cloaked ghosts are behind to kill them all.

Seeing that he was going to be swallowed alive, Qiyou didn't think about it anymore, bit his left index finger, and the dark red blood dripped densely, before it hit the ground, it condensed into a black mist, clusters of will-o'-the-wisps like mitosis continuously derived from it.

In front of the soul temple, they can dance rubber bands and hit sandbags with a playful smile, but in this world, they are the most difficult evils.

The will-o'-the-wisp laughed and fought with the cloaked ghosts without giving way.

From the corner of his eyes, Qi You caught sight of these silent dogs baring their teeth and claws, and he secretly said badly.

Monsters and gods are different after all, no matter how powerful or invincible they are, if they can walk around the gods, they still have to walk around, how can they fight and kill with such fanfare.

This person Gu Buming...does it mean that he has achieved the great ambition of the former suzerain suzerain and Mr. Fu Shu to "be a ghost and clean up the world".

Wait a minute, Mr. Fushu...! ?

Could it be that the resurrection bureau is...!

When Qiyou thought about it, he had collided with Gu Buming's knife, and he frowned and said, "The suzerain of Suyouzong has been dead for many years."

Gu Buming, who was still complacent a second ago, turned cold when he heard this sentence, and said in a deep voice, "I want him back after he dies."

"..." How crazy is this?

There are fleeting sparks between the blades.

Clutching the handle of the knife tightly, Qiyou approached him inch by inch. He said, "The cost of setting up a resurrection situation is not something that a mere green luan can afford."

"Qingluan?"

Gu Buming sneered: "Is your phoenix noble?"

Qiyou thought about it seriously, and actually nodded his head.

Gu Buming: "..." No.Can you have some quality.

"It's not a question of whether he's noble or not," Qiyou squeezed his knife, making his tone sound relaxed and cheerful: "He's just a hundred times better than you."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly raised his hand and slashed the knife in Gu Buming's hand away!

With a loud clang, Mo Dao pierced into the stone tablet on the edge of the mountain.

Gu Buming laughed sinisterly, "His Royal Highness, please watch carefully, don't regret—"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and plundered towards the Clothes Tomb!

Qiyou's pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he pointed the tip of the knife at Shen Hegui's tomb, the place where his bones were buried, and swung it down heavily!

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