Seeing the moon took a step back and hid in the dark. The people outside the door gradually approached and the air became colder.

The corpses on the ground were twisted in a terrifying posture. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the sticky plasma turned black and black, and stopped flowing.

The dead man's shriveled body, like a piece of wood, lies in the chill.

Seeing Yuehong's lips slightly open, white mist emerged during her breathing.

Very cold.

There shouldn't be such cold air on a warm spring night.

She hugged her chest with her hands and shivered.

Xie Xuan was already standing in the blood: "What are you...?"

As he spoke, the moonlight shone in and silver frost fell on his black clothes. He stood there, like a stone statue without a heartbeat, and every inch of the carved arc exuded a terrifying coldness.

Jianyue stared at him: "What are you?"

In the darkness, she felt danger.

Suddenly, the man in black in front of him raised his hand and dragged a little boy in black out of the void.

The white and fat little boy had a dull face and was holding a small green gourd in his hand.

Jianyue's mind exploded and she hurried out to the door.

But an invisible force rushed towards her and held her tightly against the wall.

She remembered.

When she was young, she had seen such a boy in black, holding a strange gourd with a silly melon-skinned head, and it seemed that something was wrong.

She hid and peeked at him, but before she could take a closer look, her second brother hurriedly pulled her away.

After she went back, she asked her father what it was, but she didn't say anything for a long time. The eldest brother came out to tell her that the thing was a subordinate of the god.

She was shocked and chased her elder brother and asked, how could there be gods in the world, and what kind of gods are they?

But the elder brother shook his head and said that no one had seen it before.

They only knew that there was a place called Dulingsi between the human world and Guixu. The owner of Dulingsi was called Wuchang and had many children-like spirits under his command.

Those spirits will come to the human world with gourd-shaped things to collect the souls of dead people.

Apart from this, there is nothing special.

However, being cautious is always good.

The eldest brother told her not to be discovered by the spirit of the artifact, nor to take the initiative to talk to her. In that way, the spirits of the artifact will not realize their existence.

And the gods don't care how people die.

Whoever they kill or eat has nothing to do with the gods.

As long as they carefully avoid the spirit of the weapon, they will never have to meet with the gods.

The eldest brother said it very seriously.

She also listened carefully to her heart.

But today, who is the person who appears in front of her? Impermanence is not Wuchang?

Seeing the moon looked at Xie Xuan horrifiedly.

In the glimmer of light, he was talking to the little boy in black.

The voice was very light, and Jianyue didn't hear anything clearly. She only saw the little boy in black walking to the side of the corpse with a gourd, making a seal, and then went out.

The chill in the air seemed to be heavier.

Sweat condenses on the forehead.

Jianyue struggled, and the flowers on the embroidered shoes bloomed in the dark.

She failed to break free, but instead sank deeper and deeper on the wall. With a muffled groan, Jianyue closed her eyes hard. Her feet were broken.

There was bright red blood flowing down along the broken bones.

Her blood looks no different from human blood.

Her bones and her flesh are all human.

Xie Xuan withdrew his gaze and walked towards A Miao, who was curled up in the corner of the wall.

The blood stained on her face was as hazy as her eyes were.

Xie Xuan looked at her and called out "Amiao", but the girl on the ground just looked ahead blankly. The empty ground seemed to be everything for her.

Xie Xuan reached out and wiped away the bloody face.

She suddenly grabbed his wrist.

“Qiuqiu…”

The pale lips opened and closed, and the mute voice was vague.

She called the name of the dead maid over and over again.

Xie Xuan turned his face away and withdrew his hand.

Jianyue, who was nailed to the wall, endured the endless pain and gritted her teeth and asked, "Why should Dulingsi's impermanence be in charge of living people's affairs?"

Xie Xuan looked at her coldly, and without saying a word, he broke her hand again.

There was a "bang".

I saw the moon falling to the ground, like a fish that could not move.

She screamed, and her beautiful and charming face finally showed a look of ugly appearance.

Xie Xuan walked over and stepped on her broken hand: "You seem to be a little different from the monsters in Shifang."

The man's voice fell in his ears, and he bit his lips in pain when he saw the moon.

"What the hell are you?"

He asked again.

The human world, the ten directions, and the nine levels of heaven.

Gods, monsters and people.

He had seen many gods, many people and monsters, but the guy in front of him was obviously not a human, but he had a faint look on his body.

It has nothing to do with appearance, the feeling is so subtle and strange.

Jialan also looks very similar to humans, and his words and deeds are no different from others. But he did not give Xie Xuan the feeling that this is not the case.

No matter how much the foxes in all directions look like humans, they are completely a monster in the eyes of gods.

Xie Xuan used force to crush her hand: "Half-demon?"

It seems to be wrong.

Although she did have the aura of a monster on her body, the aura was not strong either.

Xie Xuan had no expression on his face and his eyes were slightly restrained.

The people on the ground suddenly struggled hard. A strange fragrance filled the air. She raised her head and her white and slender neck looked so fragile, but her voice was extremely cruel.

"So that's it, I understand."

"Do you like her?"

"It's really worthy of being A Miao. A likable child is just as likable no matter who he is in front of him." Jianyue laughed strangely, "But how can a god like people?"

"I said, Lord Wuchang of Dulingsi, what have you done to her? Poor A Miao, if it weren't for you, how could he become like today?"

Even with such words, her voice still sounded crisp and moving as the rolling balls fell on the jade plate.

Xie Xuan covered his mouth suddenly and turned around.

The cough sounded, and blood overflowed from the fingers.

Seeing that the moon suddenly got up from the ground, dragging her broken leg and was about to escape.

The god in front of him does not seem to be as powerful as rumored.

She ran out the door desperately.

But the shadow appeared and a hand strangled her neck.

Why did another one come?

Jianyue widened her eyes and looked at the young man in black clothes in front of the door in disbelief.

Under the moonlight, his silver hair was blown up by the wind, like a cold white frost.

Behind him were two people standing.

The girl in plain clothes was holding a little boy in black with his head tied to the sky. There was also a green gourd hanging around the boy's waist.

Seeing the moon, I couldn't breathe, and blood fell down.

She heard the silver-haired boy in front of her and called out "Impermanence".
Chapter completed!