Sudden changes, unprepared serious injuries.
Even though he already knew that this little girl was no longer human, Balian always believed that this thin and pitiful little girl was forced to stay by his side.
But I never thought that there would be such a sudden change.
The soft tongue could penetrate his corpse demon body in an instant.
Bailian's eyes trembled as he looked down at the scarlet tongue passing through his chest.
He was deeply shocked, as if he could not bear the huge pain. He frowned tightly, groaned, and blood overflowed from his lips.
His body shook violently as if he was unstable, and he knelt on the ground on one knee, unable to hold on to the old ghost's wrist any longer.
"Cough cough cough..." Balian covered his lips with one hand and coughed blood, his eyes filled with blue-gray deathly panic and shocking despair.
The old ghost who was lying on the ground slowly got up. His skin was forcibly peeled off, and sticky flesh and blood kept falling from his body.
The air was full of stench.
This time it was the old ghost's turn to look down at him.
There was a sarcastic smile in his eyes, and his pale green eyes rolled slightly.
"I told you not to meddle in other people's business. The most fatal blow always comes from behind."
Balian gritted his teeth in pain, and the long scarlet tongue that pierced his chest kept squirming and advancing between his chest.
A very long tongue, as if there is no end.
What's even worse is that there are countless barbs on the tongue that are densely packed like small silver hooks.
During the squirming and pushing, the sharp pain was extremely intense.
The blood surged wildly, dyeing the scarlet tongue even more ferociously.
Those small barbs seemed to be alive, like countless reptiles constantly dancing, devouring the blood flowing out of his body.
The picture looked extremely horrifying.
Balian seemed to be in great pain and uneasiness. He raised his trembling palm and held the long tongue firmly. He heard the distorted laughter of the girl coming from behind him.
Her tongue had been pulled out, and it had come out from deep in her throat.
In addition to the smell of blood, there was also a strong old man's odor.
She clearly looks like a girl, but she exudes such a rotten atmosphere.
Balian struggled to speak: "In the fairy city, you and other ghosts are rampant, aren't you afraid that the emperor will punish you severely?"
The old ghost was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a sinister smile: "Before the city was founded, Xianling City was originally a place surrounded by ghost mountains. There were ghosts in the mountain city, and it was a dark and dark place. The emperor transformed the city into green silk to suppress the ghosts. mountains.
People only know that this is a fairy city on earth, but actually they don’t know that under the fairy city, there are three thousand fierce ghosts suppressing it!
Just relying on that wisp of black hair can suppress three thousand evil ghosts. In the inner city, above the land is a fairy city that never sleeps, and below the land is a ghost mountain hanging upside down in the abyss!
None of the evil and cruel evil gods dared to make trouble under the lingering power of the empress. The empress is a great virtue, but she is particularly tolerant to the little devils in the outer city. Do you really think that what I did tonight, empress? Don’t know? "
As if to completely break Balian's faith and persistence, the old ghost's skinless face pressed closely against him.
The suffocating stench of rotting corpses came to his face, and he used his bloody hand to grab Balian's hair and force his head to rise.
The old ghost laughed sharply and said: "Tonight the gate of hell is opened, it's all because of the grace of the empress, who rewarded me with blood and food."
He used his ghost claws to pull Balian's head hard in front of him. The face without facial features was very ferocious, and the faint green eyes flashed with a devouring light.
"You and I are both dark creatures, but we are just wearing a good skin and a good face. With this beautiful fake face that looks like a human being, do we really think that we are human? With such a temperament, we want to save everyone we meet. , will only make you sink faster in the darkness."
Balian's eyes trembled, looking at his pair of deep and dark green eyes, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with these eyes.
It seemed that he could see something deeper in the depths of his eyes.
This old ghost! !
"Yes! You guessed it right!" The old ghost who understood Bailian's eyes let out a hoarse and low laugh.
"My eyes are God-given eyes. I can see things that ordinary people and even most practitioners cannot see."
Balian's eyes sank slightly: "You mean, this skin of mine... doesn't belong to me?"
The old ghost smiled disdainfully and looked at him carefully with his green eyes.
"The body is dead, it is the body of the dead, but this face is just covered with a new face.
It's really ridiculous. People are dead, so why would they deliberately hide their true appearance? Presumably what this skin covers is a face as scarlet and ugly as mine. "
Thin clouds rose in the sky, covering the desolate moonlight with haze. In the deserted alley, the already weak moonlight was destroyed by the clouds.
Balian's pale face dimmed in the floating light and shadow, and even the old ghost's eyes lost their ability to capture the moment.
His voice continued to sound in the dark night, a bit cold.
"It seems that you attach great importance to your eyes, but -"
His words paused slightly, and the old ghost suddenly felt that there was an illusion of majesty in front of him, like a sea covering his face.
He couldn't help but feel awe in his heart, couldn't help but hold his breath, and felt a vague tingling sensation all over his body.
The thin clouds quickly dispersed, and the faint moonlight once again revealed Balian's handsome face.
He is laughing.
With a calm smile, he slowly raised his palm in a very calm and casual manner, waving away the ghost hand that was pulling his hair.
The old ghost suddenly realized that he had become completely powerless at some point. His hand was pushed away so easily, and it was difficult for him to change even the slightest amount of Yin Qi.
The fear and shock in the young man's eyes had long since faded away like water, leaving only a calmness as calm as the sea in Ningyuan.
He looked at the young man's chest with trembling eyes. The fatal bloody wound had stopped bleeding at some point.
And the tongue that seemed to be grasped in pain just now drooped in his palm like a blood-red strip of cloth.
Through the palm, a thin golden light can be faintly seen seeping out.
The length of the tongue sticking out was enough, and Balian could easily pull it out and pull it out of his chest.
Corpse demons can feel pain, especially when they are injured by the same kind of ghosts. The pain they feel is even higher than the injuries suffered by ordinary people.
However, there was no pain and shock in Balian's face when he was injured in the sneak attack just now.
His movements were calm, as if he had just pulled out a handkerchief from his clothes.
The long tongue dragged on the ground, weak and limp, and sometimes twitched and struggled twice. The small silver-hook thorns on the tongue stood up in defiance, trying to prick his palm.
But to Balian, these sharp barbs are just as soft and irritating as dandelions.
If he hadn't deliberately sold him a flaw just now, this ghost tongue alone would not be able to pierce his body.
The old ghost's eyes widened as he watched the wounds on his chest recover at an alarming speed. Within a moment, his chest was smooth and smooth, with no scars left.
Balian looked at the old ghost in front of him and said calmly: "It's just that you seem to dislike your tongue very much. You would rather hide it elsewhere than keep it safely in your mouth."
