Liao Yilan.
That name, Liao Yilan.
The red blood streaks in Jasmine's eyes burst out one by one.
The sparks produced by the collision of the Soul-locking Whip splashed in the vortex.
It was obviously my move, but I didn't have the upper hand at all.
Hateful, Liao Yilan.
"Even if she is Liao Yilan, you must remain calm. We cannot deal with her. We must focus on our mission first."
Why can't I deal with her? After so many years of hard work, I have practiced hard.
Xiaolan saw that the situation was getting more and more strange. Jasmine seemed to be no longer just grabbing things, her eyes were red. What was this? Was she going crazy?
"Wake up!"
Xiaolan vigorously swung her left whip to block the attack, mobilizing the spiritual energy in her body to incorporate it into this swing. Jasmine was severely bounced away, falling to the ground and rolling several times.
"Where are you adults? Where are your adults? Why don't you, Lao Xu, take care of it?"
Xiaolan yelled and looked outside the whirlpool. The three of them were looking at each other very hard, but there was no sign of Lao Xu.
In the blink of an eye, Jasmine had climbed up from the ground and rushed over again holding the spirit-locking whip.
There is no way to continue fighting like this.
Xiaolan picked up the stick and turned around and ran away. Although he had the upper hand in this battle, he couldn't fight with the little girl with all his strength and was timid, which was really unpleasant.
Moreover, this girl seems to be getting crazier and crazier. What if she pounces on her and bites her.
"Spirit Binding Detective! Take it!"
A man's voice suddenly sounded outside the whirlpool, and Lao Xu finally arrived, holding the spirit-locking whip in his hand high and pointing at the whirlpool.
Lao Xu's spirit-locking whip seemed to be absorbing the whirlwind around the two of them, and the whirlpool became thinner and thinner. Xiaolan took advantage of the thin layer of the barrier left, stepped out, and ran faster.
"Don't run!"
Jasmine followed closely behind.
Headache.
"Jasmine stop! Calm down!"
The vortex disappeared under Lao Xu's Soul Locking Whip. Xiaolan glanced at Lao Xu's Soul Locking Whip. Different from Jasmine's metal rod, Lao Xu's Soul Locking Whip looked more like a wooden staff. It looked very beautiful. few.
"Why are you stopping me! It's obviously her fault! It's her fault!"
Jasmine yelled sternly behind Xiaolan.
Is it me, Xiaolan thought to herself, what did I do wrong?
"Unload, Ling, Tan!"
Jasmine shouted these three words one by one.
Xiaolan didn't know what the Nine Detectives were. She had only seen a few of them so far. The Unloading Spirit Detective sounded like a new move.
"Xiaolan, be careful!" the Taoist priest shouted.
"Moli, you're crazy!" Lao Xu's voice.
Something was wrong this time.
This is no ordinary move.
Xiaolan turned around suddenly and saw a huge ball of golden light coming towards him. In the middle of the golden light, a black spot loomed.
In just a second or two, golden light instantly enveloped his whole body.
Nothing could be seen around.
There is only light.
Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
What a strange feeling.
Xiaolan felt like a beggar exposed to the light and accomplishing nothing.
Why is this happening?
Is this the power of light? Under the light, all existence is insignificant.
What is power? Without it, what is oneself?
Nothing.
You see, when my power is gone, I am nothing.
This light is drawing its own power.
Xiaolan finally felt that this light was absorbing her power.
Xiaolan stood in the light, watching the power turn into orange smoke, slowly flowing out from her hands, and turning into nothingness under the golden light.
Is this the spirit-removing detective?
The black spot is approaching.
Xiaolan smiled weakly.
Detective Xie Ling, what a magical power, knowing that he is being destroyed, but he doesn't want to resist.
near.
Xiaolan saw it clearly.
That's Jasmine's spirit-locking whip.
Jasmine's spirit-locking whip was like an arrow, flying towards her from a distance.
The backpack suddenly vibrated.
It's a shadow.
"Leave me to them. I should have disappeared. I have done evil, so I should disappear..."
So annoying.
What nonsense are you talking about.
Xiaolan held her head in pain.
So many voices, so many voices in my head talking at the same time.
It’s so noisy, it’s so noisy!
I don’t want power anymore, can’t I?
I don't want to look for it anymore.
Do not want to know.
It hurts.
Xiaolan pressed her temples tightly, and liquid, whether tears or blood, flowed out of her eyes.
"I don't!--"
Xiaolan screamed.
The voices in my head stopped instantly.
"snort."
"You're too arrogant."
Xiaolan woke up suddenly.
That was my own voice just now.
It was not his own voice, but it was his own voice that rang clearly in his ears.
It was indeed his own voice, but the tone of his words was definitely not his own.
What am I doing?
The spirit-locking whip was approaching, heading straight for his heart.
Xiaolan looked directly at the approaching spirit-locking whip, and with a stroke of her right hand, the same spirit-locking whip appeared in her palm.
"Unloading the spirit detective!"
"Hey!"
The sound of metal clashing echoed.
The sound made at that moment almost deafened Xiaolan herself.
The two spirit-locking whips collided again.
Like something is broken.
Xiaolan gasped, her right hand holding the spirit-locking whip trembling violently. Looking down, blood flowed down her fingers and the spirit-locking whip, falling to the ground.
The golden light dissipated.
I can finally see my surroundings.
Xiaolan stood there, watching the Taoist priest, Pineapple, and Baomu shouting loudly and running towards him.
How has the world changed?
Are they injured? Why is everything red?
Pineapple rushed to his side, knelt on the ground, and grabbed his hand.
I'm crying. Why is Pineapple crying again?
The Taoist priest also had a worried look on his face, which was really rare. The Taoist priest was always very calm.
Why is Baomu crying too?
Xiaolan saw herself at this moment through the pineapple's glistening pupils.
Why, my whole body is red.
The eyes are also red.
Xiaolan looked down at herself.
The clothes were in tatters, and the whole body was covered with large and small scars.
All the wounds were bleeding.
A drop of liquid slid down his eyelids.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand and touched it, it was red.
What's wrong with me?
"Jasmine!"
Jasmine.
Xiaolan looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Not far from me.
Lao Xu picked up Jasmine on the ground. Jasmine was as red as himself.
What happened?
Is what Jasmine is holding onto her spirit-locking whip?
Why is there only one section left?
Xiaolan looked at the pool of red left by Jasmine. It was the remains of the spirit-locking whip, broken into pieces and scattered there.
Lao Xu glanced at himself, hugged Jasmine and ran away.
so tired.
Xiaolan's hands softened, and the things in her hands fell to the ground with a clang.
"Xiaolan, how are you Xiaolan, does it hurt? Tell your sister if it hurts..."
"Xiaolan, please speak..."
"Xiaolan..."
"Don't cry, I don't feel any pain."
Xiaolan heard an almost inaudible hoarse voice coming from her throat.
No more strength.
It hurts.
Xiaolan's vision went dark, as if all her strength had been taken away, she collapsed in the arms of the three people, unconscious.
