Zhaoyang Mountain is located on an island with thin spiritual energy in the corner of Jianghui Sea. There are countless islands of this size in Jianghui Sea, and they are as inconspicuous as gravel.
I don’t know since when, Jianghuihai Realm has become a closed world. Although it is located on the edge of the South China Sea, it has very little contact with the outside world.
For the creatures on these islands in the Jianghui Sea, the vast Jianghui Sea is the end of the world they know.
"This "Zhaoyang Mountain Chronicle" records that there is a broader world outside Jianghuihai Realm. Compared with those worlds, Jianghuihai Realm is just a speck of dust..."
In a simple and clean room, he was sitting on a wooden chair with his sleeves in his hands, holding "Zhaoyang Mountain Chronicles" with a look of thought in his eyes.
Boom.
Boom.
A gentle knocking sound reached his ears. Han Xiu closed the "Zhaoyang Mountain Chronicles" in his hand and looked up.
It was already at the zenith of the moon, and the bright white moonlight shone through the thin screen window. A gust of cold wind blew past, swaying the not-so-bright light in the room.
Outside the screen window, a thin black shadow was hidden in the darkness, stretching out a finger that was so slender that it was twisted and deformed, tapping the wooden frame of the window time and time again.
Han Xiu's pupils suddenly shrank, his scalp felt numb, and waves of chill surged from the depths of his mind, causing him to shiver subconsciously.
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of knocking suddenly became rapid!
Hanxiu couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the ghostly things recorded in "Zhaoyang Mountain Chronicles", and murmured: "Did I really attract ghosts?"
This is the third-floor pavilion of the inn, several feet high from the ground. It is impossible for ordinary people to stand outside the screen window in thin air!
"But this is Yingxia City, and with the so-called Shangzhen in charge, how can there be ghosts invading it?"
Hanxiu didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly blew out the lights on the wooden table, turned around and lay on the couch, closing his eyes slightly, not daring to make any sound.
After an unknown amount of time, the knocking sound finally stopped. Han Xiu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief temporarily, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes and look. He just lay on the bed with breathless concentration, thinking crazily about how to deal with it.
The biting chill deep in his heart still existed, which meant that the "thing" had never left. For Han Xiu, who was only ten years old, this unknown threat was extremely deadly.
"Have you left already..."
After dozens of breaths, the chill in his limbs finally subsided. Hanxiu couldn't help but gently opened his eyes and looked towards the screen window.
It would be better not to look at him, but at this look, he was almost frightened to death!
There was a twisted and terrifying face clinging to the screen window, staring at Hanxiu with malicious eyes. The scarlet blood shone through the room, causing Hanxiu to freeze in place!
But the next moment, Han Xiu came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream, calmly stood up from the bed and walked to the screen window.
The twisted grimace was still vicious and terrifying, but the sleeves were completely different from the panic expression just now. There was no fear on the face. Instead, he stretched out his fingers and opened the screen window directly.
Outside the screen window, a ghost as thin as a bamboo pole hung in mid-air in a daze, letting the boy's fingers scratch on his grimace, his scarlet eyes full of astonishment.
The fear of ghosts can amplify the fear in the hearts of mortals. The more fear they have, the easier it will be to kill them.
But the boy in front of him didn't have any fear deep in his heart, which made the fearful ghost unable to move, as if he had punched cotton.
A sharp hiss reached his ears, and Han Xiu frowned slightly, but his movements did not stop at all. In just a few breaths, he found the scarlet eyeball of the fearful ghost and grabbed it with his bare hands!
Roar!
The fearful ghost screamed more and more viciously, but its figure became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into black smoke and dissipated outside the screen window.
Han Xiu came back to his senses and stared blankly at the black gas in his hand. Thinking of what he had just done, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
"What on earth was I doing just now..."
He reached out to close the screen window, held the black air in his sleeves and sat back on the couch, his expression becoming more and more confused.
Ever since the fear ghost appeared, he knew its weakness as if instinctively. Not only was he not affected by any nightmare fear, but he directly found the fatal part of the fear ghost. By a strange combination of circumstances, he directly It returned to the purest ghost energy.
Suddenly, as if it was conscious, the jet-black ghostly energy sank directly into Han Xiu's pupils, causing a vortex of deep darkness to appear in his eyes.
"How is this going……"
Waves of coolness filled my heart and spleen, and I looked around with my sleeves closed. I felt that my senses were much sharper than before. Not only could I see things dozens of feet away through the screen window, but I could also see things dozens of feet away when the lights were turned off. Under such circumstances, seeing things at night can be described as miraculous.
"Yingxia City has the so-called Shangzhen, how could a ghost enter the city?" Han Xiu walked to the screen window and looked at the center of Yingxia City. "Just now, this fearful ghost clearly had a chance to kill me, but it But it seemed to be frightened and allowed me to grasp its fatal weakness."
More and more fog filled the depths of his mind, making Han Xiu feel dizzy and confused, and he couldn't figure out any of his thoughts for a while.
(End of chapter)
