Master wants to run away!

Xue Hanling seemed to hear again in the trick book he got before, that ghost whimpered and cried again.

Frowning, he instantly took out the scroll from the storage bag and unfolded it.

The wind howled, mixed with sobbing.

"Come out." Xue Hanling squeezed out a snowflake and gently placed it on top of the scroll.

This snowflake carries his power and is also another incarnation of Chuxue.

The ghosts came out obediently, all of them looked horrible and died miserable. Finally, a guy missing half of his head slowly moved out with a boy on his back.

The cry came from the boy's mouth, but he buried his head in the old ghost's shoulder, weeping, refusing to show his face.

Seeing this, Xue Hanling took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

No matter how frightening it is, ghosts are more terrifying than people's hearts.

Standing in a row, the fierce ghosts used to show off their power and domineering one by one, but now they huddled together under the pressure of ice and snow, for fear of being seen by Xue Hanling.

"Has anyone been bullied by Ling Xiong?" Xue Hanling shifted his gaze to the crying boy who was sitting on the old ghost's back.

The old ghost trembled, "Sir, this kid was bullied by Ling Ying... and turned into an evil ghost. I really feel sorry for him... Sigh."

He shook his head, he had no choice but to become an evil ghost, but this child couldn't help himself... he couldn't even choose what kind of ghost he would be.

Xue Hanling moved his nose slightly, smelling something unusual: "...but he is a new ghost."

The boy didn't have the rotten aura from the ghost at all, nor did he have any fresh blood—it meant that he didn't harm anyone at all, and he didn't die for a long time.

At most seven or seven days less than 49 days.

The old ghost scratched his head, and asked the ghosts beside him: "Hey... we were not sober during that time, do you remember when this kid came in?"

The cloudy eyes of the ghosts flickered, and they all shook their heads: "I don't remember, I don't remember. It seems that I have always been there, and it seems that I have never been there."

They already looked terrifying, but now when they shake their heads, some of them lose their eyeballs, and some of them lose their flesh.

Xue Hanling felt that he was about to suffocate and was frightened.

The old ghost sighed, and weighed the weeping boy on his body: "I can't remember the old ghost either. That day, snowflakes fell into the trick book, and we became more awake, and we heard him crying..."

With the flick of the flower's fingers, a pink aura suddenly appeared, floating in the air for a while, and Shi Shiran melted into the top of the boy's head.

The art of healing the soul is also the characteristic of Xuanqingmen - as long as the soul body can still look like a human being, no matter how missing arms or legs the soul is, or what aura it lacks, it can make up for it all.

The premise is that only Huafeng's disciples can learn it.

The boy paused and stopped speaking.

Ghosts don't have tears, so what they flow out is either mist or blood.But this child's face was full of tears. It can be seen that he was tortured to cry before death, and even death could not peel off those teardrops.

Snowflakes condensed from Xue Hanling's fingertips. He blew lightly on the snowflakes, and the snowflakes flew to the top of the boy's head, purifying the resentment that did not belong to him.

"Thank you...thank you." His voice was gentle and clear, and he must have sung well in his lifetime.

It's just that the end of the voice like a yellow warbler is very hoarse, as if the tears are endless, he has been crying for so long.

As a little phoenix who loves music, it is rare for Xue Hanling to relax his vigilance towards Scattered Soul: "You...have been bullied?"

This kind of thing had never happened to Xuanqing Sect, and he was inexplicably sad. Even though Lin Shen was isolated in his previous life, the other disciples never did anything to him.

But the damage to the soul was still done. Thinking of Lin Shen, Xue Hanling's heart softened like a cotton flower. Before the boy could answer, he continued, "It's okay, just tell me... Some people always want to settle accounts that need to be settled." Pay it back."

Turning his head, his eyes moved to the disciple in red who kept retching, and the meaning of supporting him was self-evident.

The boy suddenly laughed: "Thank you, thank you...but you came so late..." This time, the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes were no longer tears, but blood that symbolized death.

Xue Hanling clenched his fists and said in a sour tone, "I know...but you can't be wronged for nothing."

The 'playground' is a special place, and the sound that is not deliberately blocked is echoing in this huge sacred place. Therefore, their conversation resounds in the ears of all the monks present.

Some thoughtful disciples burst into tears when they heard the phrase 'You came so late'.

It's so pitiful. Once a person reaches this age of cultivation, he can't hear these tragedies.

Hearing this, the red-clothed ghost in the audience smiled miserably, the blood and tears in the corners of his eyes never stopped flowing, and it was a bit funny to match the bag full of hair.

But no one laughed at him anymore.

After death, he got his name rectified. Should he be thankful or sad?

Lin Shen stared at Ling Ying coldly——he hated this kind of perfidy and cruelty to his classmates the most.

Ling Ying strangled her neck, her face turned pink unnaturally, blood was still dripping from the corners of her mouth, and veins protruded from her forehead, which was extremely ferocious.

The boy wiped his eyes, but no matter how he wiped his sleeves, the sleeves were clean. Then he suddenly remembered that he was dead.

"...I, because my voice is very strange," he seemed to loathe his own voice, and his tone of voice trembled, "so, they like to hear me...so they tortured me with secret techniques..."

Xue Hanling frowned: "But your voice is very pleasant." I am a phoenix standing on the top of melody, and I admire you so much, so your voice must be very pleasant.

The boy seemed to have heard Xue Hanling's silent confidence, and he even became more confident himself: "I... I have always thought that my voice is very nice!"

He suddenly remembered how his grandma admired his crisp voice before he joined Chi Xiao.

"Oh, our treasure must have been a yellow warbler in his previous life, who was reborn into our family because he didn't sing enough songs—"

Their home is in the deep mountains and old forests, the leaves are green, the grass grows and warblers fly. Every time they sing, the sound can be heard far away in the mountains and fields, so the old man said this.

Now, all of this is gone, and the memories of the past, as well as the mottled and rough hands of the old man, have all been reduced to ashes.

Resentment soared in the boy's body, the old ghost was hairy all over, and quickly put down the evolving ghost.

Xue Hanling didn't do anything.

"Han Ling, don't you want to stop him?" Hua Yang didn't move, he naturally knew that Xue Hanling had his reasons for doing so.

Xue Hanling shook his head: "If you have grudges, you have revenge, if you have grievances, you have to repay grudges—since the laws of the world cannot punish the villains in the cultivation world, then all of this is left to it."

If 'it' does not agree, this ghost will naturally not be able to enter the martial arts arena... But if 'it' agrees, it will naturally retaliate with revenge, and retaliate with grievances.

A resentful ghost flew down, its green and white sharp claws tentatively piercing the barrier of the martial arts platform.

The barrier was pierced by section by section of sharp claws, making golden ripples.

This is telling him he can go in.

Li Gui was overjoyed, and walked into the barrier with his teeth and claws.

Ling Ying was still kneeling on the ground and retching, and he didn't know why he didn't pass out completely. He saw the boy who was gradually approaching, and made an eager "ho ho" sound from his mouth.

He really knew it was wrong!Can you let him go!

The boy stood still, looking at Lin Shen with his red eyes: "If I kill this bastard...will I also lose my soul?"

This is the truth that everyone knows, killing for life, 'it' is equally fair to everyone.

Lin Shen nodded: "Well, if you kill someone, you will summon the sky thunder - just don't kill me."

The implication seems to be that the original words of "it" are: "Hit whatever you want, if you don't die, it's mine."

That golden ripple is the best proof.

The boy's eyes were red, and he rushed forward and slapped 'piapia' several times, so loud that people around couldn't help covering their faces, feeling a little pain in the face.

Hitting people without slapping them in the face, how much I hate it.

But this man should be hit!No, this is not a human, this is a beast!

"Didn't expect you to have today, right?" The icy power overflowed from his fingertips. Ghosts have no physical body, but the power Xue Hanling lent him gave him a physical body for a short time.

Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes and stared at Xue Hanling who was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

Xue Hanling didn't seem to feel it, his lips were purple, and his whole body was as cold as ice.

The boy still slapped Lingying with 'piapia', the hatred in his red eyes was almost overflowing.

In the end, the sharp claw barely stopped in front of Ling Ying's chest, trembling.

He wanted to kill this person countless times, eat Ling Ying's flesh raw, and drank Ling Ying's blood... But he has already died once, should this tragedy continue?

Xue Hanling opened his eyes, his icy blue eyes were calm, he looked at the boy quietly, as if he was waiting for him to make a choice like thousands of others.

If it were you, how would you choose?

The desire to kill gradually weakened, and the boy's sobbing voice sounded again, and then the crying gradually turned into howling.

But Ling Ying's cheeks were red and swollen, and she fell unconscious on the ground. She had long since lost her high-spirited eyes when she first arrived at Xuanqing Gate.

"Woo...will he be punished?" The boy knelt on the ground, his sharp claws gradually retracted, and the redness in his eyes slowly disappeared. He was returning to his appearance before death.

Crystal clear snowflakes flew out from above his head, shattered, melted, and turned into dots of light in the sky and the earth.

There was a surge in Xue Hanling's chest.

"He will." Lin Shen looked at the sky, the sky that was sunny just now was already densely covered with dark clouds - those patches of dark clouds only stayed in the sky above the 'playground'.

He wanted to say that even if no one sanctioned Ling Ying, there would already be a guy waiting for him who was struggling.

'It' is always meddling.Whether it is past life or present life.

"Admit defeat?" Lin Shen pointed his sword at Ling Ying, who was limp and inhuman.

Only when one side of the Linghai Competition has the desire to admit defeat will the barrier of the Martial Arts Stage melt away.But even if Ling Ying fell down, she still didn't admit defeat.

This is something to be admired.Unfortunately, this is his only advantage.

Ling Ling sighed, turned his head and stopped looking.

He cannot save the villain who provokes public wrath.