.

The lonely moon hangs high, and the fog rises in the courtyard.

The black cat sat on the stone railing. The mist was high above the tips of its ears, obscuring the cat's figure. Only its eyes were bright in the night mist, shining towards the door of the main hall - a new play was being performed.

At first, only the shadow of the man in coir raincoat was reflected alone on the "curtain".

Then, a monster like sand and smoke spread on the "curtain", like a messy and open spider web, and slowly gathered into shape, like a spider lurking to prey.

The man in the coir raincoat is the unconscious prey, letting the spider's fangs slowly approach, close them bit by bit, quietly...

"Qiang!"

The scratching sound of steel crackled and exploded suddenly.

next moment.

The door popped open with a bang.

Black and gray smoke wrapped around a vague human figure shot out, hitting the deep fog in the courtyard, like dripping water dripping into hot oil, causing the thick white mist to suddenly boil.

The door flaps bounced back on both sides, the moment it closed.

The man in the coir raincoat shot out like a flying shuttle, splitting through the mist, and chased after him.

The heavy sword is like an arm in his hand.

Forehead, shoulders, chest, arms, waist.

Split, chop, wipe, stab, pick.

Fainted by the sword light, it was so cold and dazzling under the moonlight.

However……

"It hurts me, it hurts me!" A hoarse cry rang out from the black smoke, "Why don't you chop your neck? I woke up today and fell asleep, and I was looking for someone to touch it. But you didn't

Cut, what? Are you afraid that my body of copper skin and iron bones will knock over the broken piece of iron?"

The man in coir raincoat was silent, but the long sword stagnated slightly, and then fell, already covered with a layer of green light.

There was a "Hey" sound in the gray smoke, but there was still no movement, and he let the sword light fall, splitting himself in two.

died?

No.

The coir raincoat man knew very well that the sword he just struck was just like a bamboo branch cutting through the water, leaving nothing in sight.

The sword wind slowly rippled in the thick fog, and the Nightmare Messenger wrapped in the gray smoke was like floating water foam, breaking up with the ripples, and slowly dispersed into the fog and disappeared.

The man in coir raincoat fell down and stood silently in the court with his sword in hand.

The mist that had just stirred up slowly settled down.

The moon was shining brightly, and the mist barely covered the eyebrows.

The wind has slowed down and the sounds have become quieter.

The sound of dead leaves falling from branches and falling from green tiles also seems to be clearly audible.

Is it possible that he left?

The man in the coir raincoat suddenly twisted his waist and bent the sword sharply behind his waist.

next moment.

A hook blade suddenly popped out of the fog, hooking silently to the back of the waist, and was about to be blocked by the long sword.

Zhi~

A string of sparks slid out on the spine of the sword.

Immediately.

The man in coir raincoat holds the handle with both hands and changes the yin and yang, switching from defense to attack in an instant.

The change of moves was not unpleasant, but when the sword edge swept across, it still only lifted up a few wisps of mist.

The ghost had already escaped into the mist, letting out bursts of strange laughter.

"A mouse got into the chicken coop and killed the chickens and ducks. Tell me, will the owner let it go?"

The man in the coir raincoat was silent, and suddenly twisted his body and swung his sword back. Here, the ghost suddenly appeared, and he was making a move to chop down the hook blade, but before the weapons collided, the smoke disappeared.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. I think these mortals are noisy, but I shouldn't kill Luo Yong. Yes, yes, he's not dead yet, not yet, but he is going to die after all. His blood and essence are so full.

, it’s so fresh, you can’t just ask me to come here in vain…”

The ghost kept chattering while hiding in the fog, while occasionally sending sharp blades out of sight.

The man in the coir raincoat tried his best to listen to the sound and identify his location, but the ghost moved extremely fast and used the fog to escape, becoming more and more elusive.

Fortunately, the man in the coir raincoat has quick eyes and quick hands, so he can hold on with all his strength, and can even occasionally counterattack with his sword, but even if he hits, it can only cut down a shadow.

Slowly, the dense fog became like a cage, and the man in the coir raincoat became a mouse trapped inside, being teased wantonly by the evil messenger with his words, claws, and elusiveness.

"Why doesn't the little mouse make a sound? Could it be that he is mute? Or is he afraid that this envoy will hear where you are? Hehe! It's so rare that you dare to go against the Cave City, but your relatives and friends are not dead yet? It doesn't matter, I will wait for you.

You catch me, my colleagues have many ways to make you talk. Which one do you want to choose? Skinning and cramping? Boiling excrement and water? Or filling your stomach with iron juice?"

The words were chattering endlessly, but the man in the coir raincoat seemed completely unmoved. He held his sword calmly and silently followed the sound.

But if you look closely.

The way he holds the sword has quietly changed from holding it front and back to a two-hand grip.

At the moment when the ghost deliberately depicts all kinds of torture.

He lowered his body suddenly, turned half of the sword flower in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword to the right.

over there.

A gray shadow is separating from the fog and is about to solidify.

The Nightmare Messenger can change between reality and reality, but cannot become invisible out of thin air. Its elusiveness depends entirely on the thick fog in the courtyard.

Between several blocks, the man in the coir raincoat calmly used the wind of his sword to sweep away the three-foot mist around him. The ghost was so fast that for ordinary people, the time gained by the three-foot distance was just a blink of an eye. In fact,

Hard to counter.

But the man in coir raincoat was able to seize this momentary opportunity.

Without thinking, he raised his body and stabbed.

A sword penetrated deeply into the chest of the visitor.

The face of the visitor emerged from the fog, pale and lifeless. The man in the coir raincoat remembered that this face was that of one of the house guards, whose throat was cut from behind with a knife.

The wound on his neck was still there, the blood had dried up, and white flesh was revealed.

He is no ghost!

A weird laugh like an old bird sounded from the back of his head, and from the corner of the man's eye, a hook blade poked out of the mist.

…

The hook blade slashed hard into the back of the man in the raincoat, and he was thrown out like a rag doll.

The broken coir raincoat flew high, but what was splashed with it was not blood, but a few broken golden lights.

"Golden Light Curse? It turns out he is a Taoist priest."

The ghost was slightly surprised, but more excited.

Of course, the prey must be more lively, and it is more interesting to tease it. As for the golden light spell, it is a piece of junk on the street, even if it can protect the body, but it is not a linen shirt, how much weight can it wear?

The hook blade was raised high in the fog, and fell heavily again.

The long sword was still buried deep in the corpse, making it difficult for the man in the raincoat to retrieve it for a moment.

What's worse is that the corpse weighs heavily on him.

He couldn't dodge.

Didn't dodge either.

Seeing that the hook blade was about to reach the neck, the man in coir raincoat made a gesture with his fingers together and stood in front of his lips.

In the turbid mist, among the torn and thrown pieces of the coir raincoat were mixed half of a similarly cut robe. Some yellow paper floated out from it, glowing slightly with a red light.

The strange laughter stopped suddenly, and the ghostly figure dispersed.

Then you saw the flames exploding, burning the mist until it turned red.

Gray smoke sizzled in the fire, and the firelight penetrated and actually knocked the evil ghost back into reality.

It finally showed its true form.

Its body is thin and long, but it is rickety and looks shorter than an ordinary person. It wears a cloak made of crow feathers, and has two long hook blades sticking out.

His face was weird and ugly, with a huge and curved nose on his extremely long and narrow face. Under his sparse eyebrows, his slit-like eyes shone with a sinister light.

He stared ahead in panic.
To be continued...