There are people in the labor prefecture

034. The guy who eats ghosts but doesn't spit out bones

Sufficient death energy, strong enough power, and interesting enough existence, all of these are fatally attractive to Yan Xigu!

More importantly, the death energy on the sickle was strong enough to make Yan Xigu tempted.

As Yan Xigu, food storage has always been a very deep knowledge.

And he has not been able to learn well, so he is always hungry.

Hei Wuchang turned into a human form, which surprised Yan Xigu far more than expected.

Men don't care much about a man's appearance, but Hei Wuchang's face surprised Yan Xigu.You won't even forget it just by looking at it.

It's not because Hei Wuchang's appearance is so unique, it's purely because his face is [-]% similar to a person Yan Xigu has seen before!

That person was none other than the little Taoist priest who was trying to get close to Yan Xigu behind him!

That face is very similar to that of a little Taoist priest!

If it weren't for the fact that the two are so different, one is a human being and the other is a ghost, Yan Xigu might have already recognized the two as one!

Yan Xigu looked back at the little Taoist priest, but he didn't seem surprised at all.

He looked back at Heiwuchang, and it seemed that the other party didn't have much energy to express this matter.

In this regard, Yan Xigu also had to suppress the matter.

He is already full now, but it may not be the case next time.Yan Xigu couldn't forget the feeling of being hungry for more than three months before, and he was unwilling to try again, so it would be a blessing for him to have a demon weapon that can condense death energy and is strong enough things.

Looking at Hei Wuchang again, that thing seems to be quite a burden for him.

Yan Xigu suddenly appeared next to the little Taoist priest, within Hei Wuchang's line of sight.

When the little Taoist saw Yan Xigu, his first reaction was to exclaim, "Yan Xigu, are you alright?"

Yan Xigu glanced at him, then moved his eyes to Hei Wuchang in front of him.At this time, because of the little Taoist's voice, Hei Wuchang had also noticed the existence of Yan Xigu.

He was a little surprised, but he was also relieved, it's great that Yan Xigu is fine, it was just a momentary thought, but Hei Wuchang took his heart, Yan Xigu is fine, why is he happy?

"Do you need help?" Yan Xi asked maliciously.

"Hmm..." Hei Wuchang tightly held the sickle in his hand, but the momentary distraction had already given him the upper hand with the sickle in his hand, Hei Wuchang's consciousness became blurred, and he gradually lost consciousness...

With the erosion of the sickle in his hand, his consciousness became fragmented, and the feeling of being torn apart a little bit in the depths of his soul made people feel unbearable, but Hei Wuchang couldn't make any painful groans because his body was no longer Belongs to him, but the property of the black scythe!

Hei Wuchang looked at Yan Xigu in front of him, but the other party disappeared before his eyes bit by bit, leaving only endless darkness and chaotic sounds...

He could clearly feel that he was disappearing bit by bit.

As a spirit that has no substance, his disappearance is the disappearance of eternity.

no longer exists.

For some reason, Hei Wuchang was a little bit reluctant.

Although being swallowed by his own demon weapon made Hei Wuchang feel a little helpless, but it was more of a faint reluctance and a faint uneasiness.

If Yan Xigu was in the dungeon without someone to guide him, it would be impossible for him to leave. Xiaobai was going to catch him, so it was impossible to help him leave, so what would Yan Xigu do?

Hei Wuchang seemed to think his thoughts were a little funny, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, "Yan Xigu..."

Time becomes very slow in the eyes of Hei Wuchang, but in the eyes of outsiders, it is just a snap of the fingers.

At this moment, Yan Xigu's voice came over, and the surrounding voices had become blurred, making it difficult for him to hear clearly, but Hei Wuchang heard his voice clearly.

Yan Xigu said, "You can help me, but I have a condition."

Heiwuchang knelt down on the ground, holding the sickle in both hands, and the black air from the sickle surrounded Heiwuchang, eroding him.

Yan Xigu's words did not make Hei Wuchang's situation any better. Hei Wuchang didn't even have a chance to think. Hearing Yan Xigu's words, his consciousness had already plunged into darkness.

There was darkness all around, and Hei Wuchang felt that his body was heavier than ever before, as if he was being weighed down by a weight of tens of thousands of catties and he couldn't breathe!

Heiwuchang moved his fingers in the darkness, but his fingers were completely frozen, uncontrollable.

He has lost his body, lost his soul, lost everything, even his memory is slowly fading away...

Hei Wuchang felt that in a short while, he would even forget himself.

Then there is no such person in this world anymore.

The memory was blurred, and many things came out of his mind, some familiar to him, and some completely unfamiliar to him.

In a daze, something overflowed from the depths of his soul. Those things were huge, but they also made him very strange.

But among strangers...

He felt very warm and familiar again...

Something was warming him, making him warm.

Those soul fragments that were frozen due to the passage of time began to warm up gradually.

But that was just an illusion, nothing warmed up, he was still cold, his hands and feet were numb...

A figure appeared in his mind, but the figure was very vague, who is it?

Is it himself?

Or, is it someone else?

……

The things that gushed out filled his soul, but slowly passed away.

An empty shell is still an empty shell.

Time is passing by every minute and every second. Heiwuchang is like being in a completely dark world. His body cannot move, and there is no sound around him. Except for his thoughts, the whole world is nothingness.

There is nothing, after a long time, even time becomes blurred.

so lonely……

very scary……

It must have been the sickle.

Hei Wuchang didn't know how long he had been in the dark, he felt that his thoughts had become dull after a long time.

Facing the darkness, the endless darkness, Heiwuchang could only drift vaguely.

suddenly!

The world has light, the body has consciousness, and everything that was lost suddenly returns!

Hei Wuchang stared blankly at the front, he didn't know how long it took before he realized, blinked, and it turned out that the person standing in front of him was a person.

A familiar face, that face...

who is it?

"Stupid?" the man asked casually.

Hei Wuchang intuitively felt that the other party seemed to be talking to him.

The man held a black sickle in his hand. Although he was talking to him, his eyes were always looking at the sickle in front of him.

Hei Wuchang blinked, but didn't speak, he had finished talking, and even forgot how to think.

At this moment, another person suddenly appeared next to him.

The man was dressed in a blue robe, and Heiwuchang looked at him for a while, but didn't have any impression.

So he turned his head to the man who seemed familiar to him, and looked at him.

All of this is just based on instinct, without much thought, he just instinctively feels that it is more comfortable to do this...

this person……

who is it?

It seems very familiar.

But who?

"What happened to him?" The little Taoist couldn't help but feel a little worried when he saw Hei Wuchang's silly haha.

"It seems really stupid." Yan Xigu glanced at Heiwuchang, and then couldn't wait to continue to check the sickle in his hand. His attention on Heiwuchang was less than one percent of that on the sickle.

It seemed that the sickle had some charm, and it fascinated Yan Xigu.

That face, that focused expression, that feeling...

"Yan Xigu?" He suddenly thought of someone, Yan Xigu, the guy who hurt him so badly!

That inhuman thing that is always hungry!

Memories are like a rush down the nest, causing Hei Wuchang to have a headache.

His body gradually regained consciousness, and his memory also began to recover. At this moment, he remembered all the painful memories he had forgotten!

This guy, this guy so here?

"Why are you here?" Hei Wuchang got up from the ground, and when he moved, his head fainted.Time really passed in Heiwuchang's mind for a long time, so long that he almost forgot his own existence.But now that he wakes up in an instant, he suddenly realizes that the time has not passed, and it is only a moment before he is swallowed up by the scythe.

The recalled memories are not only these, there are many bits and pieces, but those things are very vague memories.

Hei Wuchang, the figure that appeared in the darkness, couldn't remember who it was at this moment. He just vaguely remembered that someone had appeared before.

He wanted to remember, but couldn't remember anything.

"Why are you still in a daze?" The little Taoist had already stood up, and he stretched out his hand to pull Hei Wuchang up from the ground, "Let's get out of here, quickly."

Hei Wuchang followed in a trance and stood up. He looked around in a daze, only to realize that he was surrounded.

There are ghost soldiers all around, at least hundreds of ghost soldiers, big and small.

These ghost soldiers are all holding weapons and are surrounding several people in the middle.

"What happened?" Hei Wuchang asked a little dull.

He was still in a state of confusion, and he hadn't reacted to many things. The last memory in his chaotic memory was to go to the scythe by himself, and the memory after that was unclear.

Yan Xi took a look at the scythe and finally got enough of it. He looked at Heiwuchang like a charity, and said, "The transaction is completed, and we will go our separate ways in the future. I will take the little Taoist priest out of here, and you should hurry back to deal with business!"

After finishing speaking, Yan Xigu stretched out his hand to grab the little Taoist priest, and immediately took the little Taoist priest with him and disappeared into the surrounding ghost soldiers in a stream of light.

Heiwuchang stared blankly at the direction where the streamer disappeared, his brain was in a mess, and it took a long, long, long time before he realized belatedly that the sickle belonged to him!

Yan Xigu, that hateful guy who eats ghosts and doesn't spit out bones, snatched away the sickle that should belong to him!

That was his demon weapon. It had been his weapon since he was formed between heaven and earth, and it was taken away by that bastard Yan Xigu!

Hei Wuchang was full of anger, but also full of worry.

Like him, his sickle is made of the condensed energy of death and the essence of heaven and earth. That fellow Yan Xigu—won't he take his sickle and eat it? !

Thinking to this point, Heiwuchang had tears on his face, his sickle...

Yan Xigu, that bastard...