Strange Ghost
Fifteen minutes later,
The battle was nearing its end. The once flat and lush forest was now unevenly collapsed in patches, and much of the ground was still covered with ice crystals left over from the battle.
"Boom!!"
With a final roar, the battle subsided, and everything around was eerily quiet.
The burly man lay supine in the center of a large pit, gazing at the silent sky where the full moon hung high, and let out a long breath:
"Phew, it's finally over."
After saying that, he lay quietly for a few breaths before struggling to stand up, his eyes still showing some lingering fear.
Those two were really strong, but luckily the opponent was careless.
Thinking it over, the burly man shook his head slightly, picked up a blood-soaked severed hand from the side, and slowly walked towards the edge of the pit.
Beside the large crater where he was was a river flowing down from the mountains, but the valley formed by this small river had now dried up, and the collapsed buildings and the rubble pits caused by the aftershocks of the battle had cut the entire river in half.
His gaze swept across the area, and the burly man quickly found the target he was looking for.
An old man with a missing arm and short hair stands beside a dried-up river valley.
As he approached, the short-haired, one-armed old man glanced back at the burly man, his voice neither cold nor indifferent:
Are you alright?
The burly man forced a smile and said in a low voice:
"My injuries are alright, but it's a pity about Zhou Jing."
"Number Two!" The old man interrupted the other person's attempt to state their name; they couldn't leave any trace.
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The burly man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded and changed his words:
"It's a pity that Number Three died."
Having said that, he glanced towards the woods a hundred feet away.
There was a corpse there.
It was that slightly plump woman; after being frozen solid, she was punched through the chest.
The short-haired old man appeared quite calm upon witnessing his companion's death, and said softly:
"It doesn't matter, whether Number Three lives or dies is not important."
The burly man was somewhat displeased with the old man's cold-bloodedness, but ultimately said nothing, glancing in the direction where the woman's Source Qi had disappeared.
"What about Ran Qingmo?"
The short-haired old man said in a low voice:
"It's alright, she's already seriously injured. I've marked her, she can't get far. I'll go after her in a bit."
"What if we can't catch her?" The burly man hesitated. "This woman probably has a backup plan."
The short-haired elderly man hesitated slightly.
"It's alright. Even with a third-grade cultivation level, it would take about three days to travel to and from the nearest county to Flourishing Mountain, which is enough time for us to destroy all traces. It's just that the plan might have to be delayed a bit, since we've likely dragged the Prime Minister's Estate into this."
After a pause, the burly man asked the old man in a low voice:
Where is that man from earlier?
The short-haired old man didn't speak, but pointed to a large pit in the middle of the valley not far away.
The burly man glanced over there.
The man who had suddenly launched the sneak attack had completely vanished, leaving only a skeleton and a blood-red robe lying quietly in the center of the pit.
The burly man looked away, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"If this guy had ambushed me or Number Two, the three of us might have really been doomed here. It's a pity he chose to ambush you, old man."
The short-haired old man glanced at the burly man and said softly:
"This person's methods are quite strange. His cultivation level is only around the seventh rank, but he can unleash Source Qi of around the third rank, which seems to be achieved with the help of external objects."
The burly man chuckled upon hearing this:
"You old man, how dare you call other people's Cultivation Method strange? Your own Cultivation Method are the truly strange ones. To be honest, sometimes I don't even think you're human anymore."
Having said that,
The burly man tossed the severed hand he was carrying to the short-haired old man opposite him.
"Snort."
The short-haired old man snorted coldly, caught it casually, and then directly pressed the severed hand against the wound on his own severed arm.
A moment of silence followed, then an eerie atmosphere stirred.
In an instant, flesh and blood began to surge, and countless granulations began to grow and connect at the site of the severed arm, until the entire arm was completely pieced back together, flesh and bone intact.
The burly man looked at the scene before him, remained silent for a moment, and then clicked his tongue in amazement:
"Old man, is this Secret Method or Cultivation Method? You can survive having your head cut off and regenerate from a drop of blood—that's a technique of the Origin Beginning."
The short-haired old man gave him a cold glance and said:
"Stop talking nonsense. I'll clean up the mess here. You hurry back and control the formation to kill everyone in Shengshan County. Ran Qingmo has escaped. Whether I can catch up or not, we need to hurry up and deal with the aftermath."
Upon hearing this, the burly man's expression turned serious, and he spoke in a low voice.
"I'll head back to the control point now. Come over when you're done."
"Um."
After saying that,
After a brief moment of consolidation, the burly man transformed into a blur and sped away into the distance.
He was not heading towards Shengshan County, but rather towards the interior of the Wanxing Mountain Range.
The short-haired old man watched the other person disappear into the distance, gently shook his head, and slowly walked towards the spot where the Blood-robed Man had died.
Standing beside the skeleton, the short-haired old man stared for a few moments, then gently shook his head.
"This garment is completely undamaged, and the material is truly exquisite. It's a pity it's unusable; we'll just have to find an opportunity to sell it at an auction house."
As he spoke, the short-haired old man bent down to pick it up.
But at this time,
A few shimmering, vibrant cherry blossoms drifted down from behind him.
The short-haired old man paused for a moment upon seeing this.
He remembered that there didn't seem to be any cherry trees around.
not to mention,
It's not cherry blossom season now.
He turned around abruptly.
The short-haired old man saw two familiar figures behind him, one ethereal and the other solid, chatting and laughing.
The Blood-robed Man clothes chuckled and said:
"Old Man Luo, see? I already told you I can handle this myself, why don't you trust me?"
The illusory figure of the Middle-aged Scholar replied with a smile:
"You brat, you're only a seventh-rank cultivator, yet you've grasped the Dao essence so thoroughly. I underestimated you. And this Charm God Dao Rhyme is indeed quite profound."
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Seeing this scene before him, the short-haired old man's narrowed pupils trembled slightly.
Then,
He found that everything around him was beginning to change.
The blood-red robe that had been lying quietly on the ground was gone, replaced by the skeleton of a woman, while his own lower body had been frozen into an ice sculpture.
A chilling aura was steadily spreading upwards.
Charm God Dao Rhyme
Connecting the words he had just heard, the short-haired old man instantly realized that he had fallen into the other party's illusion and had killed his companion:
"What's going on? This is impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible. Your companion, ' Number Two,' has already taken Ran Qingmo to control the array points."
Having said that, Xu Yuan ignored the old man's low shout and instead asked the Saint's Remnant Soul:
"Old Man Luo, this man's Cultivation Method are so strange, have you ever seen them before? You tried to ambush him but ended up being ambushed yourself, almost getting yourself killed in the process."
The Saint's Remnant Soul shook his head:
"Have no idea."
Xu Yuan smacked his lips, his eyes filled with disdain:
"Tsk, how come you don't know anything?"
What's the rush, kid?
The voice of the Saint's Remnant Soul was slow and tinged with amusement:
"Although I haven't seen a similar Cultivation Method, I have seen similar creatures, and I'm quite familiar with them."
Xu Yuan frowned:
"Biology. What does that mean?"
The Saint's Remnant Soul stared at the old man who was gradually being frozen into an ice sculpture, grinned, and uttered two words:
"The Strange Ghost"
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