The nameless valley is covered with green grass. In the cold winter, not only does it not feel desolate at all, but the red flowers and green trees in the valley are in full bloom.
More than a hundred feet away on the left side of the valley, a huge stream as white as a silver screen rushes down from a height of a hundred feet, crashing into thousands of snow waves.
The roaring sound gradually became clearer in Yan Zi's ears, and then gave rise to an unbearable feeling of irritation.
Along with this feeling of irritation, Yan Zi's heavy eyelids slowly opened, and what came into view was the image of Li Xiuluo dressed in a blue shirt.
Li Xiuluo, who was sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone, looked at her with a smile, "Miss Yan, you have slept well. You must be hungry. Let's have some food."
Yan Zi As soon as he got up, he subconsciously moved his legs without looking at the plate of steamed buns and two pieces of cooked meat on the white cloth on the right.
"I urge you to sit down honestly."
An extremely cold voice came, which made Yan Zi's heart tremble. When he followed the sound, he saw a toad covered in sores squatting under a banana leaf.
"You... are a human or a ghost!"
Yan Zi felt as if a furry, cold poisonous insect was lying on the back of his spine, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
It can be said that Yan Zi has extraordinary experience and has seen a lot of the world, but apart from Auspicious Duck, she has never seen another talking monster. Especially when such a terrifying toad suddenly spoke human words, it simply challenged his common sense about monsters.
The toad snorted coldly, opened its mouth and sprayed out a mist that was imperceptible to the naked eye. Seeing that the mist was about to hit Yan Zi, Li Xiuluo suddenly stretched out his hand, and a ray of black air cut off the mist and spread towards a leafy ginkgo tree with sharp leaves. The giant tree died in an instant.
"Jiejie..."
The toad made a strange cry like a night owl, "Shura is still the same Shura."
Li Xiuluo didn't answer, and waved his hand gently to Yan Zi, "Miss Yan, I'm offended. See Brother Xu, apologize for me, and you can go away."
Yan Zi was moved to this place inexplicably. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, the surroundings were gloomy, and when she first saw a toad that was speaking human words, she did not want to stay here for a moment.
Upon first hearing Li Xiuluo's words, Yan Zi subconsciously called out Mechanical Bird, got up and drove away, flying away.
With a loud bang, the toad exploded suddenly, and only a torn toad skin was seen, shattered into pieces in the air, with neither flesh nor bone marrow visible.
Along with the explosion of the toad, a faint shadow appeared under the huge banana tree, and it was the elegant middle-aged image of Ghost Master that Xu Yi saw in the cave that day.
However, the middle-aged image in front of him did not show any elegance at all. Instead, his face was full of ferocity and resentment, "Asura, Asura, I wish I could swallow you!"
If it weren't for the weak strength of this clone, Ghost Master could really eat Li Xiuluo alive.
At this moment, Ghost Master's main body, who was far away in the imperial court, had been beaten to death by Xu Yi. He relied on cunning to escape with his life.
Because of that last sentence, Xu Yi was shocked, and Ghost Master became more and more aware of the importance of Yan Zi. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a talisman.
But he never expected that at this critical moment, Li Xiuluo would dare to let Yan Zi go in front of him.
Speaking of which, Ghost Master also knows that Li Xiuluo values love and righteousness, and he also knows that Li Xiuluo and Xu Yi have a close friendship. Because of this, he never removes the split soul attached to the toad, just to monitor and check and balance Li Xiuluo.
But he never expected that Li Xiuluo would do such a thing in front of him.
This was his capable subordinate who had been at his service for more than a hundred years, so much so that Ghost Master almost made Li Xiuluo his own hands and feet. It was not until this moment that he realized that these hands and feet actually had a will of their own.
Li Xiuluo knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said, "The Lord saved my ghost soul to help me practice. Shura dare not forget it. It doesn't matter if I return this residual soul to the Lord."
He indeed misses Ghost Master's kindness, but this kindness has no ultimate meaning for him.
He practiced hard and was willing to serve Ghost Master. What he did was nothing more than the obsession in his heart - to avenge the blood sea.
Xu Yi had avenged his blood feud. Not only that, Xu Yi also recorded a poem for his deceased wife that would be famous for future generations. Such a great kindness and kindness, even if his soul was scattered, he could not repay it.
At that time, Ghost Master asked him to capture Yan Zi, but he had no choice but to do it, not for any other reason, but because he wanted to get the best of both worlds.
Hoping that Xu Yi could get a glimpse of the secret message he left behind quietly, he came to find Ghost Master. Just because Xu Yi could grasp Ghost Master's handle on Imperial Tomb, Yan Zi must be fine.
In this way, he not only has an explanation for Xu Yi, but also does not offend Ghost Master.
But he never expected that the situation would suddenly change drastically.
Just when Yan Zi was falling asleep, he pretended to meditate, but his attention was focused on the toad where Ghost Master's separated soul resided.
Although Ghost Master tried his best to cover it up and try not to reveal any traces, he still saw from the suddenly weakened ghost that Ghost Master was in a very bad situation.
The only person targeted by Ghost Master is Xu Yi. Conversely, the person who caused the bad situation for Ghost Master must also be Xu Yi.
At this moment, the main body of Ghost Master's ghost has not returned, and Li Xiuluo cannot explore the extent of Ghost Master's injuries, but just based on this rapidly weakening spirit, he knows that Ghost Master must be crazy.
Having been together for more than a hundred years, he knows Ghost Master's temperament very well.
As the same Yin Body, he also knows how difficult it is to nourish the ghost. Every trace of injury is a pain that Yin Body himself cannot bear.
Ghost Master who suffered this injury was so crazy that Li Xiuluo could even predict it.
As a result, Yan Zi will definitely not end well.
Seeing that the dream of having the best of both worlds was shattered, Li Xiuluo didn't even have to weigh it before he chose to release Yan Zi.
Li Xiuluo After saying that, Ghost Master was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he smiled sinisterly and said sadly, "I am happy with the flowers in the morning, but I am sad with the flowers at dusk. I am not sad that the flowers have fallen early, but I am sad like a flower body."
Li Xiuluo stared at Ghost Master as if struck by lightning, with black liquid overflowing from the corners of his eyes.
Ghost Master Pressed his fingers gently, and the black liquid floated towards his faint shadow. In an instant, his shadow that was about to disperse became much clearer. Suddenly, he turned into light smoke and disappeared in an instant.
"A Luo!"
Li Xiuluo murmured and turned into smoke, chasing after Ghost Master.
The poem that Ghost Master was reading just now was written by his deceased wife before she died. He was the only one who knew about it, and Ghost Master could know it. This can only mean that Ghost Master probably knew the whereabouts of his deceased wife's ghost.
With this thought, all kinds of doubts came to mind.
More than a hundred years ago, not long after his death, he encountered all kinds of strange things, and all kinds of treasures suitable for Yin Body's survival and cultivation were obtained by him one after another.
At that time, he thought it was a coincidence that he had great blessings. Not long after he cultivated Original Ghost, he met Ghost Master and was taken under his command.
Now that I think about it, most of the coincidences that I thought were coincidences were deliberately created by thoughtful people.