Divine Civilization

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However, compared to the cloudy and bleak ghost in the forest, this person's soul body is clear and pure, without any impurities. In the soul body, there are streaks of golden light from the inside out.

The golden light is as warm and soft as the sun, where the soul passes, the surrounding dense forest is reflected into a piece of fiery gold, as bright as day.

The appearance of this ghost shadow was like a drop of cold water pouring into a frying pan, and the originally extremely quiet ghost forest became commotion in an instant.

"Roar! Pure soul! Delicious soul!"

Seeing him, the eyes of the low-level ghosts with low IQ instantly turned red.

In their eyes, the pure soul in front of them is like a piece of extremely sweet cake, so greedy that they salivate, wishing to tear it up and swallow it immediately.

In the blink of an eye, at least a dozen ghosts roared and rushed towards the golden shadow from all directions.

Great tonic, that is definitely a great tonic.

However, before they could pounce on the figure and start tearing it apart, the figure suddenly raised its head.

He has a face that looks a bit vicissitudes, with clear brows and eyes, and particularly deep eyes.

Seeing the swarms of low-level ghosts, his originally peaceful eyes suddenly flashed a touch of solemnity, showing compassionate sadness: "Sinking human souls, I send you back to the light."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his drooping right hand, and in his palm, a ball of golden soul power suddenly burst into golden light.

The dozen or so ghostly white ghosts had just jumped in front of the figure, and when they were illuminated by the golden light, they immediately let out a shrill scream.

Bursts of black smoke rose up, and their turbid ghost bodies like smog were quickly corroded in the golden light, melting as quickly as ice and snow melted, but they were completely melted in an instant, not even a speck of dross was left.

In the depths of the forest, those blue and red high-level ghosts were flying towards here. Seeing this, they slammed on the brakes, retreated into the depths of the forest, and hid shivering.

The figure glanced in their direction, then calmly withdrew its gaze, and continued walking forward with the golden light in its hand.

He doesn't remember who he is or where he came from.

The only memory left in his mind is the scene of him being tied to the stake, the bone-piercing torment when he was swallowed by the fire, and the only voice in his memory is the disdain and humiliation of others. Other than that, he knew nothing and remembered nothing.

But in the dark, there was a voice that kept urging him to go back quickly.

go back quickly.

go back soon...

His strong will supported him to be reborn from the ashes, to wake up from the chaos, and he knew that he had to go back.

There, there is his past.

There, even if he was tied to the stake, even if he was swallowed by the fire, he would rather die than regret, and always insist on something, that is the home of his heart.

Only by returning there can he regain his memory and his true self.

He didn't know where it was, he could only follow the guidance of his heart, stepping over the barren hills, stepping on the grass, wading across the river, walking, walking, walking...

After this walk, I walked for half a year.

The golden figure looked up and looked forward.

At the end of the line of sight, there is a dense forest and ghosts emitting fluorescent light, other than that, there is nothing, nothing can be seen.

But he knew it was close.

After walking on foot for half a year and taking countless detours, he was finally about to return there.

He had faintly felt the call from that place, and the heart that should have stopped beating was beating vigorously, as if celebrating something.

A flash of hope flashed in his deep eyes, and following the guidance of his heart, he firmly took the next step.

Compared with just now, the pace under his feet has been slightly accelerated, but it is still as stable as Mount Tai, gentle and firm.

If Wu Hui's God's Eye could see this place, he would definitely find that right in front of the soul's direction, there was a building that he was very familiar with - the Abbey of St. Luhan.

In the forest, only the instinctive low-level ghosts could smell the pure soul emanating from the golden ghost, just like a cat that smelled fishy, ​​they rushed forward one after another, rushing towards him, and under the golden light of his palm, Melts quickly.

Before he knew it, the golden light emitted by the ball of soul power in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the power fluctuation became more and more intense.

By the time he passed through the dense forest and was about to walk out of the Ghost Forest, the bright golden light had become as blazing as the scorching sun, reflecting the entire Ghost Forest brilliantly.

Its light is so bright that it seems to be able to wipe out all evil in the world.

Wherever the light passed, the coldness and silence in the forest were swept away in an instant, and the air seemed to have been washed by water, and there was a burst of fragrance of grass and trees.

When the figure left the ghost forest, almost all the ghosts in the ghost forest were wiped out, and it became more vibrant than ordinary forests.

Hiding tightly, the few high-level ghosts who survived with difficulty looked at the empty ghost forest, looking at each other without words, wanting to cry without tears.

Where did this perverted soul come from?

After this catastrophe, it will take at least one or two hundred years for the ghost forest to recover.

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While the golden ghost was trekking through the mountains, the civilians in Gelu Town had already fallen into a peaceful sleep. Only the watchtower of the castle was still burning with candles, which looked particularly conspicuous in the silent night.

In the center of the town, beside a deep man-made well, the night watchman curled up in a corner sheltered from the wind, his head bit by bit, already drowsy from the long wait.

Suddenly.

There was a faint rustle in the street, like the hem of a robe scraping across a rammed-earth pavement.

The old man trembled and opened his eyes vigilantly.

However, before he could see anything clearly, there was a faint fragrance passing by the tip of his nose, his eyes instantly became blank, and then he suddenly closed his eyes, tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

In the darkness, the rustling sound continued.

After a while, a figure appeared from the corner of the street and walked slowly to the well.

This figure was wearing a dark purple hooded gown, with a slender and tall figure, through the gown, one could vaguely see a graceful body curve, it was actually a woman.

Under the moonlight, her sharp jaw was so pale that it was almost transparent, but her lips were so red that they were black. The wriggling black lines on her skin exuded a cold light, and her whole body was eerie and treacherous, which made people shudder.

This woman is actually the dark witch who once appeared in the Lord's Mansion of Luan City, Miss Judy.

I don't know what she did, wrapped in the robe, her whole body seemed to melt into the night, along the way, no one, whether it was the soldiers on the watchtower or the civilians sleeping by the street, found her.

"Heh~ The so-called towns under the protection of the God of Light are nothing more than that~"

A hoarse female voice sounded in the night.

The woman's strangely red lips curled up slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on her pale face.

The mere false saint is just pretending to be a ghost, watch how I burst the bubble you blow out.

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