【Yanlu】Ghost

"That's really where it ends."

The gray-robed Taoist laughed uncontrollably, breaking the silence in the room.

He stepped forward and drew out the sword in his waist, intending to deal the last blow to Yan Yu who was seriously injured in Lu Shaolin's arms.

Lu Shaolin's eyes were blood red, completely ignoring what the demon said.

Relying on the memory of his previous life, he quickly clicked on the acupoints all over Yan Yu's body in an attempt to stop the bleeding.However, the person in his arms was seriously injured, the wound ran from his back to his chest, and the blood gushing out quickly stained his hands red.

Lu Shaolin had never hated his laziness so much before. He hadn't paid attention to practicing spells for a hundred years, and now he could only watch helplessly as his beloved was dying and helpless.

He would rather be the one lying in a pool of blood at this moment.

Anyway, this life was picked, and I was lucky enough to live in this world for a hundred years, and now it is God's will to take it back.If there is no Yan Yu, no matter how long you can linger, it is just a wasted life.

Left and right are nothing but death, you have already died once, so why be afraid of dying again?

However, Yan Yu is different from him.

In this life, he is not the swordsman with a rough life experience, nor is he the prince who shoulders the fate of the country.

He is still young.The days are just right and long.

There are too many beautiful and happy things in the world, waiting for him to wade through them one by one.

He should have lived a long and safe life, if he hadn't met him...

If he hadn't made his own decision that day and pushed open the door of the old man...

The torture of cutting the heart was painful. For a while, Lu Shaolin felt as if his internal organs were being squeezed tightly, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly stand up straight.

The Yaodao approached step by step, and with every step forward, the sound of heavy footsteps announced the death of the two of them.

The dense black air climbed up Lu Shaolin's legs until it bound his whole body, making him unable to move.

Those blood-stained hands were still clinging tightly to the person in his arms, refusing to let go, as if guarding a vow that was about to be broken.

"Your life is still useful to me. I will take his life away first."

Yaodao raised the saber in his hand, looking down condescendingly at Lu Shaolin's eyes filled with hatred and killing intent.

"Don't panic, you two will meet again soon."

The dim light blurred his expression.

After all, he raised his sword and dropped it.

Under the black air overflowing, the smile on Yaodao's lips, which belonged to the winner, looked extraordinarily strange.

And that smile was the last expression left by the gray-robed Taoist in this world.

"how come……"

A broken voice came out of the throat, Yaodao's bright eyes froze, and slid towards his chest in disbelief.The gray Taoist robe was gradually soaked by the spreading purple red, where the bright sword edge was showing a little cold light.

"You...haha...you..."

Yaodao turned his tense neck, his resentment turned into two wild laughter the moment he saw Lu Shaolin's face.It's just that the laughter was mixed with a cough mixed with blood foam, and the trembling was as hoarse and ugly as a candle in the wind.

"Ha...you too...will die..."

Seeing through Lu Shaolin's future fate, Yao Dao's unwilling expression became extremely crazy.

How could the newborn ghost understand human speech, before he could finish speaking, the fierce ghost claws went straight to the chest.The flesh and blood of the wound was torn apart by the sharp nails. Amidst the sound of the liquid stirring, the hand kept groping until it satisfactorily grasped the warm and throbbing thing in Yaodao's chest.

Then, squeeze it down hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Suddenly, a blood-red gleam penetrated the darkness, and Yan Yu opened his eyes.

The screams had already weakened, and soon, there was no more sound.

The coolness of the ground quietly pressed against his face, and the pain in his limbs became blurred and distant.

The boundless black air dissipated at some point, and the room was eerily quiet.

The door of the room was wide open, and the pale daylight came straight in, illuminating the walls in vain.

Tick.

The sound of liquid falling came.

Yan Yu looked up with difficulty, only to see a blood-clothed man standing with his back facing him.

The figure held a long sword tightly in one hand, and the other hand was covered by a wide sleeve.

Jianfeng did not know whose blood was stained with it, but it turned out to be a strange and thick purple red.

Tick.

Another drop of blood slipped from the shadowy fingertips under the bloody coat.

The shadow shuffled forward slowly.After stepping on a puddle of broken flesh and blood on the ground, the shoes were soaked in a few puddles of black water, exuding a foul stench.But he turned a blind eye to it, allowing the rich and saturated smell of blood to follow his feet all the way.

The ghost stopped in front of the bed, looking at the woman who had been unconscious since just now.

The womb in the woman's womb seemed to sense the impending fate, and it writhed violently uneasily.

Ghost Shadow raised the long sword in his hand high.

"Shao Lin!!"

Yan Yu called in a low voice in desperation.

However, he exerted too much force, and before he could get out of this low cry, another mouthful of fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of his throat.Ghost Ying seemed to hear his voice, was startled, and turned around slowly.

It was a face that was completely different from before.

It can no longer even be called a human face.

On the pale and blue face, the smiling eyes with peach blossoms in the past, now there are only two ghostly black holes left.

Two sharp fangs stretched the once gentle lips ferociously.

The pair of ugly and curved ghost horns protruding from the original white forehead are extremely dazzling.

It is the face of a ghost.