Infinite Throne

Chapter 82: The ghost killer turns into a ghost

Chapter 82 The ghost killer turns into a ghost

The top of the ghost fog mountain.

The junction of yin and yang.

The blood moon is coming.

Irin raised her head, in the sky, there was only a faint light of the sun left.

The blood moon above his head completely occupied the sky.

At first glance, it seems that the blood moon is all over the eyes, and there is a sense of sight of the moon falling to the ground.

The handover of heaven and earth is nothing more than that.

"To shut up!"

The whisper in Yi Rin's ear, at the moment Yi Rin gave out a violent drink, was silent for a moment, and then continued to murmur frantically.

The surrounding atmosphere is icy cold, and the messy sea of flowers is no longer as gorgeous as it used to be.

Looking down from the sky, a huge palm print was deeply imprinted on the top of this mountain.

It was like a giant who slapped the head of this "skull", turning the flat head into a concave head.

is still the kind that slaps very hard.

In the "slap pit", a one-armed old man, with three limbs curled up, was lying in the center.

"Huh? This pose is somehow familiar."

I can't remember it for a while.

seems to be the death pose of a man named Ya Whatcha.

seen on TV.

Childhood enlightenment anime.

Hmm...forgot.

Irin couldn't remember for a while, and didn't think about it any more.

He floated and landed slowly from mid-air.

stayed beside Nie Xiu.

At the moment of landing, Irin's body swayed slightly.

His face became a little paler.

Yi Rin was expressionless, he looked at Nie Xiu lying on his side.

Nie Xiu is not dead.

Irin didn't kill him either.

Nie Xiu seemed to be dead, motionless, staring blankly ahead.

If you look carefully, Nie Xiu's pupils have no focus at all, as if he has lost his soul.

The "whisper" in Yi Rin's ear, with the massive consumption of psionic energy, he moved more frantically, as if to completely take away Yi Rin's sanity.

His mind was filled with all kinds of crazy thoughts, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Is it too much consumption..."

Irin suddenly looked at the two tombs, which seemed to pass through the earth, and knew it in his heart.

Everything is hidden there.

That place is the root of all this.

The secret that Nie Xiu desperately wanted to protect.

"Anything else to say?"

Yi Rin ignored Nie Xiu and walked between the two graves.

Nie Xiu has now given up his resistance, and he has no hope of facing Yi Rin. He just buried his head and squeezed a hoarse voice out of Nie Xiu's mouth.

"You... is this a new ghost hunting technique?"

Irin did not look back.

Keep going.

It wasn't until he came between the two graves that he replied slowly: "You just think it is."

"You...cough...cough..."

Nie Xiu just said a word, and suddenly coughed violently.

spit out mouthfuls of black blood.

After a while, Nie Xiucai continued: "In the past ten years, countless ghost hunters have come to this mountain."

"Oh?"

While listening, Yi Rin took out the Xiao Shisan brand ancient knife, used it as a shovel, and dug up the soil one by one.

For Yi Rin's actions, Nie Xiu shivered slightly while lying in the slap pit, but he didn't stop it.

also... powerless to stop.

Irin continued to plan, plan and plan.

Small mounds of dirt were quickly piled up around.

Nie Xiu continued: "There are other ghost hunters, like you...and finally found this place."

"And then died at your hands?"

Irin was not surprised and asked rhetorically.

“…”

Nie Xiu did not admit it.

did not deny it.

"Where's the corpse?"

"Push it down."

Nie Xiu's tone was calm, neither joy nor sorrow.

"Huh, then turned into a ghost?"

“…”

Under Yilin's "shovel", the soil gradually hardened, making it harder to dig.

Yi Rin was not in a hurry, chatting with Nie Xiu while digging.

It's just that Irin's expression seemed calm, but in the depths of her heart, countless crazy thoughts poured out uncontrollably.

There seemed to be countless crazy voices, laughing wildly, neighing, crying, and babbling in his ears.

Irin couldn't even tell the difference, she was on that side now.

The junction of yin and yang.

Yang…or Yin?

As if under this shovel, there is a strange existence, and as Yilin digs down, it becomes more and more surging and mysterious, choosing people to devour.

Irin was suddenly very fortunate that his willpower attribute was high enough to be resistant to negative effects.

Otherwise, before the mysterious things in the soil were dug up, he might have been tortured by the crazy whispers.

Nie Xiu was even more shocked.

He actually wanted to say that even if he didn't kill those ghost hunters, they would never be able to dig out "something like that".

That is ominous.

No one can resist that "ominous".

Nie Xiu, however, found that Yi Rin was digging shovel after shovel like no one else, seeing that the more he digged, the deeper the mound of earth that was excavated next to him was getting higher and higher.

"So can you bear it?"

Nie Xiu thought so.

"Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi, who are you?"

Irin continued to ask.

"Hongxiu...is my daughter...Xiaoyi, my apprentice. They used to be ghost hunters."

"Is Xiaoyi your granddaughter?"

Irin was a little curious about this.

"No..." Nie Xiu shook his head: "After a person becomes a ghost, he will lose all his memories."

Oh-

Irin understood.

Sudden-

Irin made a move.

went stiff.

Nie Xiu laughed.

The complexion gradually turned blue.

The slightly open mouth gradually stretched out two slender fangs.

Even the cloudy left eye gradually glowed with blood.

"Boy, you are very smart..."

"But you only guessed one thing wrong..."

"My arm was not cut off by the red sleeve..."

"The one who cut off this arm is the old man himself!"

"If you don't cut off your arms, how can you resist that terrifying 'madness'..."

Nie Xiu knew that everyone would die here.

He only hoped that Hongxiu and Xiaoyi could successfully escape from this cursed place as he planned, even if it was…

Live as a "ghost"!

Except Xiaoyi and Hongxiu, everyone... must die!

Everyone will be completely swallowed by this mountain!

"Hey hey hey..."

Nie Xiu smiled coldly. In the slap pit, the joints of his three limbs twisted and he stood up slowly.

Those eyes turned blood red.

Nie Xiu...turned into a ghost!

The ghost killer turned into a ghost after all!

"Lie back, old man."

chi—

A broken knife appeared silently and passed directly behind Nie Xiu.

After applying "ghost oil" on his left shoulder, Pan Zhengyi successfully stopped the bleeding and finally stopped the decrease in health.

In the blink of an eye, the legendary ghost hunter Nie Xiu, who was once famous, turned into black ash and sprinkled it on the top of Ghost Mist Mountain.

"Che, is it a D-level?"

Pan Zhengyi squinted, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

To deal with the old ghost hunter who turned into a ghost, Pan Zhengyi raised his knife and looked at the stiff back in front of him, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

Just when Pan Zhengyi hesitated.

After a few seconds, Irin let out a long sigh of relief.

Using the fastest speed, stuffed something into the storage space.

In an instant, all the whispers dissipated.

Irin looked pale, but turned around with a smile: "Now, it's your turn. Are you... Pan Zhengyi?"

"Yes and no."

Pan Zhengyi put away the knife.

"For the convenience of distinguishing, call you Xiao Pan?"

Pan Zhengyi's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

"Da Pan?"

Irin is still very confident about his taste in naming names.

Pan Zhengyi's eyes twitched again.