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Ghosts of the Night 5

Yue Wushuang's ability is a mystery. The weapons on his body and the strategies in his mind are beyond the imagination of people like them.

Now, she looks so strange and strange. Could it be that she has been lost in her mind by hundreds of ghosts?

Thinking of this, Feng Lingye stepped forward and stopped Wushuang. It is unimaginable what would happen if Baigui lost his mind.

"Get out of the way" the cold gaze fell on Feng Lingye

"Yue Wushuang, don't forget that you still have me as your companion!" Facing that cold gaze, Feng Lingye became a little angry, with such an indifferent tone, it was as if she was the only one in this area.

Companion Wushuang suddenly woke up when he heard the shout, his heart moved, and he stood with a cold figure, looking at Feng Lingye's angry eyes, surrounded by his own cold breath

Wushuang felt the changes in herself. She was too nervous. In her previous life, she was the only one in that strange place. She had just forgotten her situation.

"I'm sorry," Wushuang said softly, turning away her eyes. Regarding all the things in her previous life, and since entering this place, all her uneasy feelings came back.

This kind of breath rushed out of her body instinctively. This kind of coldness was the only expression and breath in her previous life for more than ten years.

Companion, never, her world is all about herself, so much so that she forgets Feng Lingye beside her

Feng Lingye looked at Wushuang, holding Wushuang's shoulders with both hands: "You have companions, you have relatives, you have people who want to protect you, remember you are not yourself, you are not fighting alone."

He saw the heart of the woman in front of him, saw the coldness of this woman, the kind of world where she was the only one, and he didn't like this independent Yue Wushuang!

Wushuang froze for a moment, then met Feng Lingye's iron-blooded eyes, and gradually a smile appeared on his lips: "I remember."

She remembered that she had companions, and her companions were here!

Feng Lingye nodded and let go of Wushuang's shoulders: "Your aura can easily be caught by hundreds of ghosts."

Wushuang nodded, the independent aura on his body subsided slightly, and he raised his feet and walked towards the direction with the heaviest yin energy.

The further they walked forward, the more people were crying around them, making it difficult for them to tell which ones were real and which ones were illusory.

"In the entire Longyan City, this side has the heaviest aura." Wushuang looked at the crowd and frowned, why did the people gather here?

Or is it that Hyakki uses humans to hide his appearance?

"Be careful, a hundred ghosts can transform." There are the most people on this side. If the king of ghosts transforms, humans will not be able to recognize it at all.

"Wuwu... Mom feels so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..." A child kept crying

The woman beside her hugged the child: "Bao'er, be good, Bao'er, be good, hold on for a little while, hold on for a little while..."

The people on this side were invaded by Yin Qi but did not completely lose their will.

Wushuang looked at the crowd with cold eyes. The howling wind blew away the cries of the people, and the screams of the fierce ghosts slowly faded away. The yin energy was so powerful that it almost made people lose their eyesight.

"Wow wow... wow wow..." The crying child was covered in darkness, as if he was attacked by Yin Qi.

The boy was about five or six years old. He was sitting on the ground crying and there was no adult around him.

Seeing this, Feng Lingye couldn't bear it. She took two steps forward and squatted beside the boy. She stretched out her hand to touch him, but was quickly intercepted by Wushuang's hand.

"Everyone here may be a ghost." Wushuang said coldly, looking directly at the crying child.

"His whole body has been invaded by many Yin Qi, which is heavier than other people's. It could be fatal at any time." Feng Lingye pushed Wushuang's hand away and was about to approach the boy.

Unexpectedly, Wushuang was one step ahead of him and reached out to pick up the child: "I'll come."

The hundred ghosts can attract people's souls at close range. The soul in her body is long gone. The hundred ghosts are extremely seductive. Whether he can attract her soul in the 21st century depends on how deep his ability is.

!

"You..." Feng Lingye looked at Wushuang's thin body holding the five or six-year-old child in his arms, and was speechless: "You are very thin yourself, and it is very difficult to hold a child."

"If you tell me to come, I will come," Wushuang Lengsheng said, feeling something strange coming from the child.

I was shocked, as expected, it was indeed not a kind person!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Wushuang put the child on the ground, turned around, carried the child on his back, and tied the child firmly to his back with the silver thread on the arrow in his sleeve.

"What are you?" Feng Lingye wanted to touch him, but Wu Shuang turned around and dodged him.

"The child's body is too yin-y, you'd better touch it less," Wushuang said, holding the silver-threaded sleeve arrow in his hand.

"You want to take him with you?" Feng Lingye was a little confused about Wushuang's approach.

He just felt sorry for this child and did not want to take it with him at this juncture. He knew that if he found the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts and eliminated the hundred ghosts, the Yin Qi in these people would naturally be eliminated.

"Aren't you overflowing with compassion? Wouldn't it be good to bring it with you?" Wu Shuang said, turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

Feng Lingye couldn't explain what Wushuang was doing, and when he saw her walking in the opposite direction, he was even more puzzled: "You're not..."

"Just follow me." Wushuang looked back with sharp eyes, which made Feng Lingye startled.

Seeing her serious expression, she stopped talking at the moment and quickly followed Wushuang's footsteps, looking at the boy on Wushuang's back from time to time.

"Woo, it hurts... it hurts..." The boy was still crying, his little face wrinkled together.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt soon." Wushuang said coldly, walking faster.

The boy on the back twitched and cried, and when he moved his fingers, it was like a black object extending along Wushuang's back to the entire body. Wushuang's back was heavy, and a fishy smell in his mouth was stuck in his throat.

"What's wrong?" Feng Lingye felt the same, and saw Wushuang paused for a moment, and his face became serious.

"It's okay" Wushuang said two words, and straightened his bent back.

The black aura on his body continued to spread. The black aura seemed to be hidden in Wushuang's clothes, making it difficult for others to see clearly.

Wushuang's body changed, and he felt the black aura wrapped around his body. His feet slowly became heavier, and he felt a pain like tearing his head, as if his soul was separated from his body. The sleeve arrows in his hands tightened.

Wushuang paused for a moment, gritted his teeth, raised his feet and walked forward. The silver thread on his sleeve arrows flashed, binding the two of them tightly together. It was difficult for the boy on his back to move.

The blood in the hand followed the sleeve arrows and spread to the silver thread, and the figure of the boy on the back swayed

"It hurts so much... Wuwu... Sister, let me down, let me down," the boy cried.

Wushuang remained silent and continued walking towards the tower above.

"Wushuang..." Feng Lingye looked at the boy and called softly.

A sense of foreboding arose in my heart. When I arrived, all the ghosts around me seemed to have disappeared, and the black smoke on this side became even more intense.

Zeng Ran Feng Ling glanced at the child on Wushuang's back in the blink of an eye, and saw a hint of ferocity gradually appearing on his face, with the fangs flashing in his mouth.

"Don't talk." Wushuang noticed that Feng Lingye noticed something strange, and turned around and said as a warning.

Feng Lingye suppressed her inner surprise. It turned out that she had known it for a long time. No wonder she would carry this child on her back. The king of ghosts is so charming and Wushuang's face is pale. Could it be...

Worrying in her heart, Wushuang's tone of warning was full of warning. Feng Lingye looked at the boy intently, ready to attack at any time.

The person on my back is getting heavier and heavier, as if I am carrying a stone, my head is tearing in pain, and my heart is beating rapidly.

Wushuang stopped and almost fell to the ground. She felt as if a layer of skin was being peeled off her body. She knew that this king of ghosts was stimulating her soul. She concentrated her inner strength and continued to resist.

With

"Yue Wushuang" Feng Lingye screamed, reaching out to hold Wushuang's arm.

Wushuang Relay Stands Up: "Don't touch the person behind you"

The Baigui behind her was tied with silver threads of blood. He couldn't run away. If someone touched him, he would let a stream of breath leave her back.

The annoyance on Feng Lingye's face was all due to his carelessness just now, which led to the current scene.

"Don't worry, he can't suck my soul away, he'll just feel uncomfortable," Wushuang said, raising his eyes.

The soul of this body is gone, and her soul cannot be controlled by Baigui!

Feng Lingye was stunned. Her soul couldn't be sucked away by hundreds of ghosts. Who could resist being haunted by hundreds of ghosts? What Yue Wushuang said made his heart float in his throat even more.

Wushuang grabbed Feng Lingye's arm and walked towards the city tower. The city gate was the way out. Now that she had trapped Baigui on her back, his abilities were limited.

The thing that the Hundred Ghosts are most afraid of is fire. As long as she walks out of the city gate, she can burn the Hundred Ghosts!

The boy's breath on his back became heavier and heavier, and his whole body was changing, struggling to escape from the confinement. The child's face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a man with disheveled hair, his white clothes were messy, and his tongue was sticking out of his mouth.

Drooping on Wushuang's shoulders

3000 words chapter, there is another chapter at the end~~~


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