In a house in Yinhun Village, Cao Yu tightly covered his mouth and nose. His eyes were as wide as an ox, and his chest kept rising and falling, but he forced himself to breathe steadily.
The same was true for the companion beside him. Their eyes met in the shadows, with lightless despair.
Outside, there seemed to be footsteps approaching, which was the arrival of the hunter.
Cao Yu's eyes were bloodshot and his teeth were tense.
He never expected that things would turn out like this.
A quarter of an hour after Miss Ning disappeared, before the candidates understood the rules, the ghost cultivators acted faster than them.
Next comes the hunt.
It was like a gluttonous feast. The ghost cultivators were enjoying this scene, immersed in it, and showed their most cruel side to the food on the table.
He remembered the way someone died in front of him.
The man's heart was ripped out alive by a ghost cultivator. No matter how powerful his body was, it could not repair it after losing the heart.
As he fell to the ground, he saw the look in his companion's eyes.
Shocked, painful, regretful.
And he originally thought that the dead would either be reincarnated to usher in a new life, or their souls would be gone and no longer possible.
No matter which way, it is a kind of relief to be away from all this bad things.
But he saw that the ghost cultivator actually captured the man's soul, and the living soul was separated from the body. The soul still retained the memory of his life, crying bitterly during this torture.
The living soul howled as a chain that came from nowhere locked the lute's bones, and then pulled it deeper.
At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of the ghost door opening.
He knew that that soul would suffer even more severe torture, and that would also be his upcoming end.
He hated it so much that his heart was beating violently.
He hated himself for not listening to his parents and insisting on participating in some martial arts competition to recruit a bride.
Or maybe he should practice more diligently on weekdays instead of thinking that his cultivation of the golden elixir has a lifespan of five hundred years, and he still has a long time to come.
He is lazy, he is decadent, he thinks highly of himself and is self-righteous, and all these create the current situation.
He is going to die.
Looking at the approaching shadow outside the window, Cao Yu thought in a daze.
After his parents found out about this, they would definitely be very sad, and they might scold him for being disobedient.
Thinking about it, Cao Yu's throat became dry.
he……
I don’t want to die.
"Haha, let me see if there are any little bugs hidden in here."
A hoarse voice came from outside, and the tone as light as grass stimulated Cao Yu's body like a frightened bird.
A chilling aura enveloped him, as if announcing that he had been targeted.
There is no escape!
Cao Yu clearly knew the outcome at this moment.
So he turned around and rushed toward the window, like a moth toward a flame, to welcome his last light.
In the process, he reminded his companions.
"Let's go!"
He thought, let's go, leave.
Since he has no way to go back, at the very least, he should at least give his companions a chance.
Although that opportunity was like a firefly's light in his eyes, maybe the other party would also rush to hell the next second he died.
But Cao Yu had a small sense of luck in his heart, as if he was now longing for someone to step forward, save him, and take him out of this despair.
Cao Yu, whose eyes were dead, saw a ghost cultivator breaking in through the window.
The man smiled ferociously, and the expression on his pale face was frightening. He held a knife in his hand and slowly approached.
In the surging darkness, Cao Yu saw the shadow behind the man twisting like a devil, eventually forming a chain.
The chains shuttled in the shadows, ready to move.
Cao Yu knew that the chain was waiting for his death.
"Get away!"
He scolded, attacking with his final burst.
After clasping his hands, the man didn't move at all, and then sneered: "It's rubbish from the pill pile."
While talking, another attack came, but this time there was no test in the attack.
Cao Yu knew that the other party was telling the truth.
His cultivation level was the result of begging his parents to use those pills to build up the pot.
His qualifications are only average. If it weren't for these elixirs, how could he have formed elixirs so quickly.
Normally he was complacent, but now, this arrogance had become the butcher's knife on his way to death.
The falling knives are all caused by Ling Chi's pain.
They fought again, but after a few moves, Cao Yu, who was already injured, was forced to retreat step by step.
And his companions behind him are still looking for opportunities to leave here.
One against two, while teasing himself, this ghost cultivator could also block the escape route of his companions. With his ease and ease, he was so powerful that Cao Yu could not touch him.
"Fuck, I'm not leaving!"
The companion shouted and simply came to help.
The two tried their best to strive for a moment of change.
But Cao Yu knew that this was just a false appearance, and he and his companions could not sustain it for long.
Gritting his teeth, Cao Yu did not give up even though he was anxious.
Things in the house were constantly breaking apart during the fight, doors exploded, and spiritual energy rioted. The movement here would soon attract the attention of more ghost cultivators.
Here, they are prey, and a prey that is not well hidden will attract hunters to hunt.
Cao Yu vomited another mouthful of blood, and his whole body became sluggish.
He clutched his chest, fell to the ground, and looked up with difficulty at the ghost cultivator walking over.
it's over!
he thought.
The despair in his eyes made the ghost cultivator show an excited expression.
The muscles on the numb face squirmed, and the ghost cultivator licked the blood, and when Cao Yu was despairing, he struck out with the knife.
"when!"
The sound of metal collision awakened Cao Yu's consciousness.
The gentle breath of grass and trees dances in your breath.
He opened his eyes and looked at the girl who appeared in front of him. When he saw her profile, he showed an incredible expression.
"It's you."
His voice was weak, but he found hope in this weakness.
But when Cao Yu thought of this man's cultivation, the fire of hope that had just been ignited was about to be extinguished again.
What can a monk in the early stage of Golden Elixir do?
After glancing at Cao Yu, Lu Yun guessed what the other person was thinking and didn't care.
She came here purely by chance. This ghost village became a hunting ground. After she found that someone had been killed, their souls separated from their bodies, and they were forcefully dragged away, she had some guesses.
The ghost tribe eats humans, but what they eat is not humans.
To be precise, it is the soul in the human body. The pure and complex soul is the most delicious food for the ghost tribe.
She then had an idea. If she followed these chains, she might be able to find the opened ghost door.
It's just that those chains moved too fast, and she lost track of several of them, but there was also a gain, that is, she was constantly adjusting the direction in which the chains appeared.
And then in the process, she came to this neighborhood.
She saw Cao Yu's resistance and saving people was just a casual thing. More importantly, she wanted to verify something.
