Bulwark of Light

Chapter 198 The Ghost’s Whisper

A splatter of blood splattered in the storm of dead leaves.

The series of blood beads flew out, chopped by wind blades and blades in the air, and shattered into fine blood particles in an instant, and then evaporated into blood-colored mist by the high-speed blasting wind.

In the realm of 【Time Slow】, this scene does not look bloody, on the contrary, there is a kind of morbid beauty.

The blood scatters like agate.

Life goes by like dead leaves.

The woman standing in the storm, holding thousands of dead leaves, stared blankly at the curly-haired youngster who was “slowly” cut by thousands of dead leaves.

Death, chopped up by countless blades, should have been quick.

But Chen Wei’s survival instinct turned this into a miserable and cruel feast.

“Why…why?”

Chen didn’t stretch out his palms and tried to cover his face, but soon his ten fingers were cut open by leaves, and his knuckles were twisted. Flesh and blood were flying, and his vision was blurred by the splashing blood beads… Countless smashed leaves were turned into tornadoes, the entire world seemed to be dyed red by his own blood, but the woman was pure white. Incompatible with the whole world.

Maybe because the aorta was chopped up by the leaves, and a lot of blood spurted out.

Chen hasn’t figured out yet…why Ye Ningqiu would do it to himself.

Aunt Ye is one of the people she trusts most over the years.

“There’s no reason.”

Ye Ningqiu, who was standing in the middle of Ye Hai, spoke softly, and the blood beads that were thrown hovered and floated around her like a jade belt. It spread out silently, as if a strange rhythm was forming.

And this strange mental rhythm… made Chen Bu suddenly think of a familiar “existence”.

Owl!

“You are…”

Chen Bu’s expression changed suddenly.

As soon as his voice came out, his throat was cut open by a blade!

After the trachea was cut off, the remaining sound was broken in an instant, and all I could spit out was the whimper, and now I can’t even utter the whimper…because there are countless leaves flying in the next moment. In order to cover themselves, the Judiciary chose such a desolate place for the convenience of execution and to conceal people’s eyes and ears.

And now.

The uninhabited bushes are their burial places.

Chen’s not-shattered thoughts were running wildly on the verge of death… Maybe this was the last flashback, he could feel that countless openings had been slashed all over his body, because the leaves were too small and too large. It is sharp, so negative pressure is formed after cutting the wound.

The blood was splattered.

The woman in front of me is not Aunt Ye…it’s Xiao…

Or…Auntie Ye doesn’t exist…

In any case, just like Zhou Jiren As he said, Xiaoxiao really came…he came to kill himself…

The consciousness began to lose consciousness.

“Boom—”

Chen didn’t hear the sound of his head hitting the ground, but strangely, he didn’t feel any more pain… as if he had been bled. Livestock, limbs limp, can only meet the fate of being slaughtered.

He feels more like a Puppet who needs someone to hold the string to move.

This painful feeling…is more tormenting than the previous fire.

Before dying, Chen’s last single thought was.

[If only this was a dream. ]

……

……

Ye Ningqiu squatted in the sea of leaves contentedly, and countless debris leaves rose up, cheering excitedly, Twisting its waist according to the master’s will, this grand and magnificent monster tornado stretched its body wantonly, swallowing the moonlight and the night wind.

She extended the hand and touched Chen Bu’s cold brow.

This curly-haired youngster of extraordinary natural talent, with his eyes still open, but his consciousness has dissipated… In a sense, he is still breathing, but he is actually dead.

Many people think that…death is an instant event.

But it’s not.

Material and spiritual are interdependent…but there are several types of death. Spiritual death is slower than material death.

The moment the head was beheaded.

The spirit may still have a momentary death.

But in material form, the “basic logic” that constitutes the body is destroyed, and it dies.

In other words…Ling Chi’s death method is actually to kill the spirit first, and then kill the fleshy body, and often before the body dies, the will of the owner of the body is the first. collapsed.

“Hiccup…”

Amidst the wild dancing of countless leaves, there was a very slight sound.

Light enough to ignore.

But Ye Ningqiu raised her head immediatly, she stared at the big-leaf grass in the distance, where the sound came from, and countless big leaves collapsed with the wind, highlighting a vague and tall silhouette.

The man was enveloped in a hazy white light and looked very burly.

But…in reality, it’s just an illusion.

He moved forward slowly, countless leaf blades slashed, and shattered more than a dozen feet around him, making a trembling sound of quenched iron plates, and finally this ghostly silhouette revealed his true figure.

It’s just a shriveled, skinny, scruffy old man.

Compared to the swirling sea of leaves above his head…he is more like a piece of dry grass.

“Hiccup…”

The white ghost burped again, his eyes were a little confused, he looked at the woman, and said softly with a smile: “One thousand three hundred Twenty-one knives…Blade Technique is good.”

The confrontation between the two is quiet and silent.

In fact, it was because… the moment the old man appeared, a powerful coercion descended.

Ye Ningqiu stood up with difficulty, ka-cha on her shoulders, as if she was under a lot of pressure, and every step the old man took, he was one more point away from collapse.

“You want to kill… and then take people away…”

Mr. Bai slowly came to Chen Wei’s “corpse”, he checked the youngster’s body, suddenly asked.

“Is it used as a ‘new container’ to carry itself?”

Ye Ningqiu pupil shrink.

She couldn’t understand the appearance of all this…is it a trap? When did this Old Guy start to appear?

Sure enough!

Zhou Jiren is not Zhou Jiren if he is not defensive!

The existence of this guy…is more terrifying than all sealed objects and extraordinary formation marks. The absolute crushing of her ability made her feel a huge sense of crisis.

At the moment the “white ghost” appeared, she began to seconded her authority and frantically searched for corresponding files and information in the deep sea…but the result was desperate.

[No such person found. ]

This is an “existence” that is simply not in the deep sea archives!

The old man squatted down, didn’t take the slightest defensive gesture, just whispered softly: “Killing you, it seems useless… This body is just a container, the host’s true spirit , I don’t know how many miles away. This feeling of hiding behind the scenes must be very good, even if the container is destroyed, the owner will not be hurt.”

“But…the way you just did, Gave me a revelation.”

“Later, you should experience a different taste.”

The white ghost raised his head and said to Ye Ningqiu, “Now… …let me save this kid first, I promised him to join the special investigation team and let him live.”

Hearing this sentence, “Ye Ningqiu” only felt that he had one’s hair stand on end .

It is an absolute iron law that the dead cannot be brought back to life.

There are no supernatural abilities that can be reversed.

There is no one to defy.

(End of this chapter)