The Legend of the Demon Hunter

With the fall of this bandit, the confrontation between the two sides finally collapsed. Dozens of desperate criminals fled in panic, and a few brave ones slashed at the banshee with their swords in panic.

But those who slashed at the banshee with swords were the first to fall down. The way they died was exactly the same as that of the bandit just now. They all suddenly fell to the ground and stopped breathing, and there was no visible wound on their bodies.

"Bane, spare my life! Please don't eat my soul." The frightened people in the crowd shouted as they ran.

In the past two months, the news about the witch has spread widely in the surrounding mountain strongholds. It is said that she only attacks bandits and robbers, but her methods are extremely cruel. No one survives in any mountain stronghold she sweeps.

Moreover, the way these bandits died was surprisingly similar. There was no visible wound on their bodies, but their eyes were white and their pupils were sluggish. They died in an instant. People speculated that they died because their souls were sucked away by the banshee.

The banshee did not listen to the people's pleas for mercy, and then her hunting began. She rushed towards different groups of people in different directions, leaving no one alive wherever she went. In just a few minutes, she slaughtered dozens of bandits in front of her.

The top of the mountain fell silent for a moment. In this bloody night, the stars in the sky were exceptionally bright.

Xiao Zhu clearly sensed in the air that these bandits were ordinary people, and the banshee was not strong, just the strength of a junior demon hunter. But there was a huge difference between demon hunters and ordinary people, which could not be made up by numbers.

The banshee's methods were extremely cruel, and Xiao Zhu couldn't help but stop her. A golden vine grew out from the ground, trying to trap the banshee.

But the next moment, Xiao Zhu unexpectedly discovered that the attack had missed, the vines did not trap anything, and the banshee was still striding forward, as if she did not see the vines.

Xiao Zhu ignored the missed attack. He quickly landed on the ground, stood in front of the banshee, and shouted, "Who are you and why are you slaughtering them?"

The banshee seemed not to have heard his words and continued to move forward, approaching him step by step.

As the banshee approached, Xiao Zhu finally saw her appearance clearly. The moment he saw her face clearly, his heart skipped a beat. Xiao Zhu could hardly believe his eyes. All the strength seemed to be drained from Xiao Zhu's arms, and he couldn't even hold his weapon.

With a clang, the Tanlang Sword fell to the ground.

"Ning Zhiwan... Wan'er... why is it you?" Xiao Zhu asked stutteringly.

Ning Zhiwan in front of him seemed not to have heard his words or seen him, but walked straight towards him. Their bodies touched each other, but there was no collision. Ning Zhiwan's body just passed through Xiao Zhu's body.

"No, no..." Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhu suddenly calmed down.

The Ning Zhiwan in front of him was not the same as the one Xiao Zhu saw in Nuowan College that year. She was younger. Five years had passed now. How could she have become younger?

The other thing is her strength. When she left Novan College, Ning Zhiwan had completed three blood awakenings and reached the strength of a high-level demon hunter, but she only had the strength of a primary demon hunter, and that was while she was in the Shura form.

Xiao Zhu stretched out his hand to touch the wall beside him, and found that his hand did not touch anything solid, but penetrated through it. Xiao Zhu suddenly understood.

This is not reality, it seems like a dream!

Moreover, this dream seemed to have occurred before Ning Zhiwan joined Novan College, which was at least eight years ago.

But why did the teleportation array bring him here? Why did he have to see all this? Did all this really happen?

Xiao Zhu put his confused thoughts behind him and carefully observed Ning Zhiwan's every move.

After killing all the bandits, Ning Zhiwan did not cancel her Shura transformation. She walked towards another mountain peak. At this moment, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, accompanied by a Sanskrit voice: "Amitabha!"

A bald monk flew from the air in front of Ning Zhiwan and blocked his way forward.

"Is it him?" Xiao Zhu saw the other person's face clearly. This monk was none other than the evil monk Duan Liukou who had teamed up with Yun Zhonghe at Yanhui Peak to kidnap Ning Zhiwan.

"You have already wiped out seven bandit tribes. I don't know how the bandits have offended you. But every wrong has its perpetrator, so why do you kill innocent people so indiscriminately?" Duan Liukou put his palms on his chest and said devoutly.

"You, get out of the way!" Ning Zhiwan said coldly.

"Although I have been expelled from Buddhism and cannot be considered a chivalrous man, I will never allow you to commit crimes again. My actions today were truly unavoidable, and I hope you can forgive me." After Duan Liukou said this, he took out a golden bell from his arms.

He threw the golden bell into the air, and instantly its size increased a hundred times, turning into a huge bell that enveloped Ning Zhiwan.

This scene was too familiar. Back then at Yanhui Peak, it was Duan Liukou's Golden Bell Cover that imprisoned Ning Zhiwan and took her away. Many years later, when Xiao Zhu saw this scene again, his heart couldn't help but tremble.

Ning Zhiwan, who was imprisoned in the Golden Bell, slowly released her Shura form, but the Shura form for several days drained her body, and she lay weakly on the ground, unconscious.

Duan Liukou took back the Golden Bell Cover, and walked slowly to Ning Zhiwan. He stared at her beautiful and slightly childish face for a moment, then sighed and said, "Child, since you have the blood of the Saint, you are destined to experience many ups and downs in your life... But you can't go on like this now. If you are attacked by the Shura blood, you will be worse off than dead."

Duan Liukou looked at the unconscious Ning Zhiwan and said to himself, "There is a Nuowan College in Nuowan City. I will send you there. I hope that three years of student life and the friendship between classmates can wipe out the hatred in your heart. After three years, I will come to pick you up."

"In order to prevent you from being controlled by hatred, I will erase your memories of the past few days. When you are strong enough in the future, they will naturally recover." After saying this, Duan Liukou picked up Ning Zhiwan who was unconscious on the ground, and turned into a golden light and flew away into the sky.

Xiao Zhu looked at the direction where Ning Zhiwan and Duan Liukou disappeared, and fell into deep thought.

He finally understood that this was Ning Zhiwan's dream, and she was telling him about her past.