Strange Tales of the Ghosts

With the help of the Snow Fox, Xue Feitian successfully escaped from the attack of the Blood Rain Demon King. After flying to the side of Snow Fox, he watched the ghost army rush towards the Blood Rain Demon King on a large scale. Those were ghosts and not human beings. Let Xue Yu The demon king cannot be beaten back no matter how hard he attacks. If he retreats, he will come back with a vengeance. Of course Snow Fox's original intention was to watch the Blood Rain Demon King die from such fatigue, but the Blood Rain Demon King was not a fool. Soon, he discovered that Snow Fox was controlling these undead souls with the sound of the flute, so he fought back When a group of ghosts appeared, he raised his staff and swung it in the direction of the snow fox.

Xue Hu was not prepared for this blow. When she watched the beam of blue light flying towards her, Xue Feitian turned around and stood in front of Xue Hu. The blue beam hit Xue Feitian's back. A mouthful of blood spit out from Xue Feitian's mouth, but there was a smile on her face.

"Thank you...Xuehu...for helping me avenge...even if I die..." As she said that, she spat out another mouthful of blood. This was the second blow she helped Xuehu block, just to keep Xuehu's flute sounding.

Snow Fox played the flute, tears streaming from her eyes. When she saw this tragic Feitian giving his life to protect herself, she suddenly felt very sad. Tears flowed down Snow Fox's face and into the hole of the flute. The sound of the flute became more and more sad.

Under the continuous attack of Blood Rain Demon King, Xue Feitian became more and more struggling. Finally, her hand holding Xue Hu's shoulder slowly loosened her grip. She was sliding down. At this time, there was another blue beam of light. Flying towards the snow fox.

Looking at the blue light, Xue Hu felt no fear in her heart. There was only so much she could do. Life and death were no longer within her control, so she closed her eyes and played the flute with all her heart until the last moment to welcome death. She calculated in her mind the time it would take for the speed of light to arrive. Second by second, when Xuehu had a premonition that the beam was about to hit her, someone suddenly pulled her away from her original position.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in the arms of a handsome man. The man looked at Xuehu lovingly, and Xuehu couldn't help crying: "Sir...why are you here..."

"The flute sounds so plaintive, I'm worried that something will happen to you." Wangchuan waved his sleeve gently and hit the blue beam to another place.

Xuehu was extremely moved. She never thought that Mr. Wangchuan would be so concerned about her life and death... But she was more anxious about the situation in front of her and said loudly: "Sir, save Feitian quickly, she may die." With that, she ran to the bloody Beside Feitian, he picked up the dying Xue Feitian.

"Yes." Wangchuan glanced coldly at the woman on the ground and walked straight over. He didn't care about the Blood Rain Demon King's attack. He defeated the blue beam of blood that the Blood Rain Demon King was proud of with just his clothes.

Wangchuan used his fingers to detect Xue Feitian's pulse and said softly: "She can't die for the time being. Let's deal with this monster first." After saying that, Wangchuan looked coldly at the Blood Rain Demon King who was fighting the undead. He liked anyone to harm his maid, and he dared to take Xue Hu's life, which made Wangchuan very unhappy.

Therefore, Wangchuan took the soul-suppressing flute from Xuehu's hand. To deal with this headless corpse, Wangchuan did not need to spend too much effort. Xuehu used the right method, but his cultivation was too shallow. In this bloody place, he could not To protect himself, Wangchuan used his body to block Xue Hu and Xue Feitian behind him.

When the flute sounded again, those ghosts seemed like thousands of troops, their strength increased more than a hundred times, each one was full of hatred and rushed towards the headless corpse lifelessly. What they wanted to tear into pieces was what killed them. People are the enemies who destroy their country, and the hatred between the country and the family becomes more and more passionate under the encouragement of the flute.

Wave after wave of attacks, before dawn, the Blood Rain Demon King could no longer hold on. After the hand holding the staff was released, it was eaten by the ghosts, and they sucked the blood from the Blood Rain Demon King's body. , sucking endlessly, like a group of bloodthirsty monsters, until there is not even a drop of blood in the Blood Rain Demon King's body, they are still sucking, and they see that the entire red desert slowly retreats from the redness and moisture, and turns back to dry sand.

Wangchuan knew it was time to stop, so he played a requiem to appease the homeless ghosts who had nowhere to go. Such music could remove their hostility, so gradually those souls became at ease. It came down, stayed in the air for a while, and then dispersed to the west. There was only a headless mummy left on the sand dune. Next to the mummy was a staff inlaid with sapphire. Wangchuan walked over and picked up the staff. He turned back and asked Xuehu: "Is this useful?"

"Sir, this is Feitian..." Xuehu hugged the half-dead bloody Feitian, thinking that he couldn't explain clearly for a while, so he replied: "This is very important to her."

"Then put it away." Wangchuan said, throwing the staff to Xue Hu.

After Xuehu caught the staff, he quickly asked: "Sir, can you help Feitian heal now?"

"You know my rules." Wangchuan held the flute and folded his hands on his chest.

Xuehu stood up, ran to Wangchuan, and replied, "I have already recorded her story!"

"Xuehu, she has never swum across the Wangchuan River." Wangchuan reminded coldly.

Xuehu knew that Mr. Wangchuan was a person who was unwilling to break the rules, but she believed that Wangchuan also had feelings, so she softly begged: "Sir, can't you take it for her sake that she narrowly escaped death to save Xuehu..."

"Needless to say, take her out of here first." Wangchuan's tone was very cold, and after speaking, he turned around and left.

Snow Fox smiled, knowing that Mr. Wangchuan had promised her, so she used magic power to lift Xue Feitian on his back, followed Wangchuan, and walked in tandem to the Crescent Moon Spring.

Mr. Wangchuan turned around, pointed at the cold Crescent Moon Spring, and said to Snow Fox: "Throw her in."

"What? Sir." Xuehu suspected that he heard wrongly. You must know that Xue Feitian is seriously injured now. If he throws him into this cold spring and prevents the wound from healing, wouldn't he die even worse?

quick?

However, Wangchuan's expression left no room for doubt...

Xuehu did not dare to disobey Mr. Wangchuan's order, so he had no choice but to throw Xue Feitian into the spring. With a splash, there were countless splashes of water. Dare to scream until Xue Feitian can no longer be seen. When Xuehu looked at Wangchuan in confusion, Wangchuan ordered: "Throw her things down."

"Yeah." Xuehu nodded and threw the staff in his hand into the water. She didn't dare to ask why, because Mr. Wangchuan naturally had his reasons for doing so.

After standing by the spring for a while, Xue Hu thought a miracle would happen, but Xue Feitian never came up...