Barrier of Light

A splash of blood burst out from the storm of dead leaves.

The series of blood beads flew out, were chopped by wind blades and blades in the air, and instantly shattered into fine blood particles, which were then evaporated into blood-colored mist by the high-speed blasting wind.

In the realm of [Time Slow], this scene does not look bloody. On the contrary, it has a morbid beauty.

Blood spilled like agate.

Life passes like a withered leaf.

The woman standing in the storm, controlling thousands of dead leaves, expressionless, stared at the curly-haired young man being "slowly" cut by thousands of dead leaves.

Death from being chopped into pieces by countless blades should have been swift.

But Chen Mo's survival instinct turned this into a miserable torture feast for Ling Chi.

"Why... why?"

Chen Wei stretched out his palms and tried to cover his face, but soon ten of his fingers were cut open by the blades, his knuckles were twisted, and flesh and blood flew out. His vision was blurred by the splashing blood drops... countless surging fragments. The leaves on the ground turned into a tornado, and the whole world seemed to be dyed red with his own blood, except for that woman, who was completely white and incompatible with the whole world.

Perhaps it was because the aorta was cut into pieces by the blades and a large amount of blood spurted out.

Chen Wei still hasn't figured out... why Ye Ningqiu would do something to him.

Aunt Ye is one of the people I trust most over the years.

"No reason."

Ye Ningqiu, who was standing in the middle of the sea of ​​leaves, spoke softly, and the flying blood beads hovered and floated around her like a jade belt. This area spread silently, as if a strange rhythm was forming.

And this strange mental rhythm... made Chen Mei suddenly think of a familiar "existence".

Xiao!

"Who are you……"

Chen Mo's expression changed suddenly.

As soon as his voice came out, his throat was cut open by a blade!

After the trachea was cut off, the remaining sounds were instantly broken, and all that could be vomited out were whimpers, and now even the whimpers could not be heard... because in the next moment, countless leaves flew out to cover him, and the ruling house For the convenience of execution and to conceal the public's eyes and ears, such a deserted place was chosen.

And now.

The deserted leaves are his burial place.

Chen Wei's broken thoughts were running wildly when he was about to die... Perhaps this was the last flashback. He could feel that countless cuts had been made all over his body. Because the blades were too small and too sharp, the wounds formed after the cuts. negative pressure.

Blood spurted out.

The woman in front of me is not Aunt Ye... but Xiao Xiao...

In other words...Aunt Ye does not exist...

In any case, as Zhou Jiren said, Xiao is really here...he is here to kill himself...

Consciousness begins to fade.

"Dong——"

Chen didn't hear the sound of his head hitting the ground, but strangely, he no longer felt pain... like an animal that had been bled, its limbs were limp and could only welcome the fate of being slaughtered.

He felt more like a puppet who needed someone to hold the strings to move.

This painful feeling... was even more torturous than the previous fire.

Before dying, Chen Mo's last thought was.

[It would be nice if this was a dream. 】

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Ye Ningqiu sat contentedly squatting in the sea of ​​leaves. Countless crumbled leaves rose up into the sky, cheering for joy. He twisted his waist according to the owner's wishes. This grand and magnificent monster tornado stretched its body wantonly, swallowing the moonlight. And the night breeze.

She stretched out her palm and touched Chen Mo's cold eyebrows.

This gifted young man with curly hair still had his eyes open, but his consciousness had dissipated... In a sense, he still had a breath of breath, but he was actually dead.

Many people believe that death is instantaneous.

But that's not the case.

Matter and spirit are interdependent...but there are several types of death. Spiritual death will be slower than material death.

The moment when the head was cut off.

The spirit may still linger for a moment.

But in the physical form, the "basic logic" that constitutes the body is destroyed, and it dies.

In other words... Ling Chi's method of death actually means killing the spirit first and then the body. Often, before the body dies, the will of the owner of the body collapses first.

"belch……"

Among the countless leaves dancing wildly, a very slight sound sounded.

So light that it can be ignored.

But Ye Ningqiu raised her head immediately. She stared at the large-leaf grass in the distance, which was the direction from which the sound came. Countless large leaves collapsed with the wind, highlighting a vague and tall figure.

The man was surrounded by a hazy white light and looked very tall.

But...actually, this is just an illusion.

He moved forward slowly, countless leaf blades slashed and shattered more than ten feet around him, making a trembling sound of tempered iron plates. Finally, this ghostly figure revealed his true form.

It's just a shriveled, scrawny old man.

Compared to the sea of ​​flying leaves above his head... he is more like a withered grass.

"belch……"

The white ghost burped again. His eyes were a little confused. He looked at the woman and chuckled: "One thousand three hundred and twenty-one swords... his sword skills are good."

The confrontation between the two was quiet and silent.

In fact, it was because... the moment the old man appeared, a powerful pressure came.

Ye Ningqiu stood up with difficulty, her shoulders cracking, as if she was under a thousand pounds of pressure, and with every step the old man took, he was getting closer to collapse.

"You want to kill people...and then take them away..."

Mr. Bai slowly came to Chen Mei's "body". He inspected the young man's body and suddenly asked.

"Is it used as a 'new container' to carry myself?"

Ye Ningqiu's pupils contracted.

She couldn't understand the appearance of all this... was it a trap? When did this old guy start showing up?

really!

If a person who helps people is not on guard, he is not a person who helps people!

The existence of this guy... was more terrifying than all the sealed objects and extraordinary formations. The absolute crushing power caused her to feel a huge sense of crisis.

The moment the "White Ghost" appeared, she began to transfer authority and frantically searched for corresponding files and information in the deep sea... But the results were disappointing.

【No such person found. 】

This is an "existence" that is not in the deep-sea archives at all!

The old man squatted down and did not make the slightest defensive gesture. He just whispered softly: "Killing you seems to be of no use... This body is just a container. The true spirit of the host is unknown how far away. . It must be a good feeling to hide behind the scenes. Even if the container is destroyed, the owner will not be harmed."

"But... what you did just now gave me a revelation."

"Later, you should feel a different taste."

The white ghost raised his head and said to Ye Ningqiu: "Now... let me save this kid first. I promised him to join the special investigation team and keep him alive."

Hearing these words, "Ye Ningqiu" felt horrified.

The dead cannot be resurrected, this is an absolute rule.

There is no supernatural power that can reverse it.

No one can disobey it.