"I thought you were dead, Ghost Shadow."

In the dark corner, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

He was obviously wearing a black robe and did nothing, but he exuded a creepy aura.

Only the lower half of his face could be seen under the oversized hat brim, with a high nose bridge, black lips, dead gray skin, and strange tattoos on his face.

Displeasure flashed in the ghost slave's eyes, and he said solemnly: "I am also surprised that you are not dead."

The other party is still standing in the corner. He enjoys the dark and cold environment very much, which makes him feel at ease...

The second seat of the twenty-four deacons of the Illuminati—Ghost Eye Vaishya (dū).

Ghost-eyed Vaishya's eerie laughter echoed in the empty hall.

After a while, he said: "I thought Lord Flame Demon God would kill you."

The ghost slave sneered: "That disappoints you."

"Take good care of your injuries. The fire poison left by the hell fire will be fatal to you." Ghost Eye Vaishya said quietly.

The ghost slave moved his hands hidden under his sleeves, recalling the punishment of the Fire Demon God that day.

The Fire Demon God burned him with the fire of hell, and at that time he only had one breath left...

To this day, the painful wailing still lingers in my ears, lingering.

The reason why the Fire Demon God punished him was very simple.

It was not because he failed to let the ghost-cursed monk descend smoothly, but because he failed to take good care of the ghost-cursed boy, which caused the taboo spirit to fall into a deep sleep.

Because of his indulgence towards the demonic boy, he ruined Lord Enma God's original plan.

Ha...the Fire Demon God.

At this time, the ghost-eyed Vaishya sneered contemptuously, then threw a strange thing to the ghost slave and waved his hand.

"gone."

The ghost slave was stunned and couldn't help but ask: "Lord Flame Demon God, does he have a mission for you?"

"Yes." Ghost-eyed Vaishya, who turned his back, did not look back, but walked straight towards the door.

"Void has gone to perform other tasks." The ghost slave said.

Ghost-eyed Visajja: "Void? It's just a turtle with a shrunken head. It's dispensable to me."

"Ask the corpse maker to go with you." The ghost slave said again.

Ghost-eyed Vaishya ignored it.

The collision and friction between the soles of the boots and the marble were particularly clear in this dead hall.

The ghost slave endured the severe pain in his body, stood up from the chair, and raised his voice: "The corpse craftsman has made a breakthrough and can help you."

"..."

"You're so annoying, you're still the same as before."

Ghost Eye Vaishya paused for a moment, then continued walking out without looking back.

"If you want him to follow, just follow him. I'm too lazy to talk nonsense to you."

The ghost slave seemed relieved.

Looking at the ghost-eyed Vaishya's back, he remembered some past events.

…

I still remember it.

That was a mysterious penetration incident.

Countless secrets have descended on the real world, and everyone is running away.

Wail, cry, scream.

There is blood everywhere.

I saw a mysterious one on the ceiling, crawling towards me.

When I was scared and wanted to seek protection from my parents.

As a result, my parents abandoned me.

No, to be precise, I was used to stop the Mysteries from hunting them.

From that moment on, I understood.

This world is indifferent.

"You shouldn't have saved me..."

"It was you who pulled me out of the abyss."

"It was you who pushed me into the abyss."

"Why……"

The ghost slave took a deep breath and sat back on the chair.

I don't know what I'm thinking about.

…

Mysterious world, mirage swamp.

"Brother Angkor, where are we going now?" A thin young man followed closely behind King Wu and asked in a low voice.

Looking at the surging fog ahead, King Wu slowly stopped.

There was no way to continue like this. The fog was too thick and they had lost their direction.

King Wu glanced at the dozen or so people behind him and said, "Pay attention to your surroundings."

Everyone nodded.

Then, King Wu clenched his sword tightly, reciting the mantra silently in his heart, and the strange force in his body began to roar.

"Buzz——"

The long sword made a strange low groan.

Drops of water began to appear on the sword and flowed along the lines engraved on the sword.

King Wu's clothes fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound.

Take a deep breath.

Cut it out with one sword!

The roar of the sword energy actually broke through the heavy fog, and forcibly tore open a "passage" without fog!

"Is this the Wu family's wind and rain curse?"

"Amazing!"

"These fogs are formed by the Ruins. With the blessing of the Wind and Rain Curse, the sword energy can actually tear apart the Ruins?!"

“Angkor beep!”

The corner of King Wu's mouth curled up imperceptibly.

Suddenly, he saw a dilapidated wooden house a hundred meters away.

"Let's go!" King Wu gave the order and led everyone forward quickly.

…

the other side.

Mu Jianxi, who was wearing a green shirt, took out a yellow talisman.

"Hold on!"

The yellow talisman burned and turned into ashes.

Mu Jianxi led everyone in the direction where the ashes were floating.

"Miss Mu, I'm still curious as to why your compass can't locate the direction of the corpse."

"Yes, isn't Taoism the best at dealing with this kind of monsters?"

"Could it be that this is not a dead body at all, but a secret beyond our knowledge?"

"Shut up! If you don't believe Miss Mu, don't follow her!"

Mu Jianxi seemed to have a gentler personality. Instead of getting angry at everyone's doubts, she comforted her:

"There are many factors that affect the compass. Don't worry too much. Just wait and see what happens and act as the situation arises."

After the ashes dispersed, Mijianxi burned another one, and then continued to follow the ashes.

Not long after.
To be continued...