At this point, these little kids don’t think they’ll be scary anymore. Ying Huan still feels that this guy around him is even more scary...

Yin clan is like a violent player who does not follow the routine, using overwhelming power to fundamentally crush the old scene of horror movies. It is like a strongman who participates in an escape room program. His intelligence may not be enough to solve all puzzles, but his strength is enough to tear off all this small room. Once the puzzle is more difficult than the IQ is online, he will not scratch his head as anxiously as ordinary people, but will demolish the entire house without hesitation, allowing the puzzle itself to pass away with the wind, but it can also be regarded as a "successful escape". You may be scared to urinate by walking around the Fenggui Street alone, but you probably have no reaction when you walk with Superman. This is the logic.

Ying Huan watched them staggeringly, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: They were just scaring us, but in a blink of an eye, we scared them. The world is so wonderful.

These little ghosts walked very slowly, almost crawling over. They left behind unknown traces of liquid, mixed with yellow and green, and looked as disgusting as frogs' internal organs. Ying Huan couldn't help but show a disgusting expression and leaned behind the Yin clan, not wanting to face these guys who can induce vomiting by relying on their appearance.

At about three meters, the little ghosts stopped one after another. Their brains, which had long been transformed into ghosts, seemed to be able to vaguely tell what had happened just now. When facing the Yin clan, they could clearly see their expression changes - from a face that turned from being silenced and awe-inspiring.

One of the little ghosts seemed to be elected to communicate. He slowly raised his two stiff arms, gestured in the air, and made a hoarse shout of "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The little ghost talked for nearly three minutes, and the Yin clan listened quietly without interrupting it.

"Can you understand what it is saying?" Ying Huan asked curiously, "I can only hear some onomatopoeia."

"It's all nonsense, it's best if you don't understand. It's roughly the case that you were a good person when you were alive. You died in a car accident and the driver hasn't caught the hit-and-run yet. The resentment is too heavy and you can't be reincarnated... Anyway, since the moment they were harmful to others, they have been no longer a good person." The Yin clan stretched out his hand from under the big windbreaker and pointed directly at the sky, as if he was trying to catch something falling from the sky, "Wind!"

...

He maintained this posture for about five seconds and could faintly hear the sound of breaking through the air. A sharp weapon crossed the sky, penetrated the clouds, and flew towards the highway. Ying Huan didn't know where it flew from, but only knew that this thing had inexplicably entered his sight. Because of these unique Yin and Yang eyes, she could clearly see a trajectory cloud tearing open the clouds as easily as scissors cutting cloth. The driller herself was quite small. If the clouds were compared to the sea, it would undoubtedly be just a needle in the sea. Ying Huan had never seen such a small object that could maintain such a huge speed, which seemed to violate the laws of physics she had been learning.

"boom------"

A light-like weapon with a sharp blade pierced through the clouds and fell straight downward, drawing a snow-white trajectory behind it. It turned extremely flexibly in the air, turned the direction, and finally sent the hilt steadily into the right hand that Yin clan had been waiting for for a long time. He threw a beautiful knife flower, held the knife in both hands, and stood up as a executioner-like horizontal knife. This knife was about the same height as the Yin clan himself, and it stood up vertically about one meter and four meters, which made people frightened. There was a heavy jade-like object tied to the bottom of the hilt, which flashed with green fluorescence. It was hard to imagine that it did not fall off the knife after experiencing such a rapid flight. The blade was so clean that it could be used directly as a mirror, and its sharp end was even thin as if it was not thick, and could easily cut off people's hair.

Ying Huan saw a pattern of auspicious clouds circling on the blade. They exist in the form of light, wrapping around, constantly intertwining and changing.

Seeing that something big is wrong, the little ghosts threw out another series of whining nonsense. Their originally stiff faces began to twist, and their eyes jumped back and forth between the Taidao falling from the sky and the Yin clan's hands, bowed with their hands, and bowed. Praying is often a language that transcends races. Even if Ying Huan doesn't understand their meaning, he still knows their meaning very clearly - good man, please spare your life!

"Is that right... You beg me for mercy now. When you killed others, have you ever paid attention to other people's begging for mercy?" The Yin clan walked up step by step as he walked up step by step. His voice suddenly became very cold, which made Ying Huan, who was standing by, feel a little uncomfortable. He couldn't help but take a step back. "Life and death have fate, good rewards have good deeds, and good things have no effect from the beginning. Perhaps, you were all innocent people before you died. You think this is very unfair and feel that the sky has no eyes. Why do you work diligently and never accumulate evil karma, but you will die in a car accident and be knocked into a pool of mud that cannot be kept in a complete mud?"

"But no matter what, no matter how wronged you are, when you hurt any human being in this world, you are my enemy, and I will erase you at any cost!"

"Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-!" Seeing that the Yin clan turned sideways and began to wave the big knife, the little ghost understood that everything would be done. In a hurry, he remembered the words he was when he was a human being and shouted loudly in a vague tone, "No... no! Is it a tapir? Is it a tapir? Is it a tapir? Is it a tapir? Is it a -----!"

The Yin clan's expression suddenly trembled, but the movements in his hands could no longer stop. A silver-white arc light jumped out from the blade of the Taidao, and rushed horizontally, covering the bodies of the little ghosts. They were like candles blown out by the wind, and their souls were destroyed by this blow, turning into a smear of disaster and dispersed. Once the ghost died, this fragile ghost mirror naturally collapsed one after another. Everything was like a collapsed stage, and the scenes around them were destroyed one after another, including roads, guardrails, large buses burning in the distance, and endless orange-red lights.

He gently put the sword on the ground, staring at the collapsed ghost realm without saying a word.

...

When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a wilderness. Looking around, they were desolate and defeated. This kind of plot is very common in the Strange Stories: a scholar originally spent the night in a dilapidated temple, but he didn't want to be teased by a fox. The next morning, he found that he was actually spending the night in a wilderness. The delicious food he enjoyed last night was actually soil and vegetable leaves. Fortunately, they were not too far from the main road, and there was a brightly lit highway at the foot of the mountain. Although there is not much traffic now, you can occasionally see a car that has reached more than 90 yards and "swoosh" and leave a series of exhaust gas in the air.

The noise that was originally extremely disgusted has now become something that made Ying Huan calm down. She looked at the sky, and a crescent moon passed through the dark clouds and poured a cold light into the world. She couldn't help but sigh that the moonlight was so bright tonight. Although there were some dark clouds, her own light could still illuminate everything. On such a night, even if you walk on the night road, you would not lose your way.

They're really back.

"What are the two difficult words he said just now that were difficult to read...?" Ying Huan asked boldly. Since she saw the Yin clan's face full of hostility just now, she had not dared to talk to him for a long time, as if he suddenly became another person.

"Tapir?" He didn't see any movements. The tooth knife in his hand disappeared with a "bang", and only some small white light particles were scattered on the spot. "You can go and read the "Shenyi Sutra", which contains records about him... He is a monster with sharp claws, quick, flexible movements, extraordinary physical qualities, and loves to eat human brains."

"So, you wouldn't have to tell me that that kind of thing is also your hunting target, right?"

"He is my mortal enemy. We have been fighting for a while." Yin clan's expression was a little gloomy, as if he was thinking of something unpleasant. "This time, he probably was disturbing the matter behind his back. Do you want to use these little ghosts to provoke me..."

He thought for a moment, then turned his head and showed an apology smile to Huan, "Sorry, can you wait for me for a while? I have to find someone to ask about something."

Ying Huan thought he was calling someone, so she consciously took a few steps back and said that she would not eavesdrop. Although she didn't understand why the Yin clan called in a place where such signals might not necessarily be available, since he wanted to call, she would just let her go back. What was a little embarrassed was that it was really empty here, and she couldn't find a cover or something to lean on. She could only forcefully look at the street lights below and pretended to be "I'm looking at the scenery around."

The Yin clan looked around and stomped his feet, as if he was confirming the hardness of the soil here. Then, he stepped on it heavily and shouted with a majestic line that he had never seen before, "Land!"

"boom----"

A burst of smoke and dust disappeared, and a hunched figure suddenly appeared on the ground. Fortunately, there was no surveillance here and the traffic was not too much, otherwise the person would have to be scared to death... The person who came was about the same height as a dwarf, his hair and beard were gray, and the only thing that looked tall was the wooden stick in his hand. His costume exuded the aura of an ancient person, as if he had walked out of the filming set of a costume drama.

"The little god welcomes the immortal." The Duke of Land bowed to the Yin clan and said respectfully.

"You'll be fine if you're welcome. Tell me all the things that have happened recently on your territory." Yin clan waved his hand and said with an unstoppable aura.
Chapter completed!