Even though the ghost baby didn't show any willingness to actively attack them, it seemed unwilling to give up its struggle.
The moment the bloody blade in Yi Huai's hand struck down, dozens of pairs of densely packed fleshy hands suddenly stretched out from under Guiying's head, holding up the cutting blade.
One swing of the knife did not achieve the desired goal. Instead, the ghost baby's shrill wail became louder. However, Yi Huai still held the bloody blade in his hand without any intention of retracting it. Instead, he kept his original attitude. Continue to apply force in the direction you want to cut.
A bloodthirsty look flashed in his red eyes, and he kept exerting the weight of the blade without changing his expression.
Although the number of the Ghost Infant's seemingly densely packed hands is large, it seems that in the current situation it is completely unable to compete with Yi Huai for strength, so the distance between the bloody blade and its head is getting closer and closer. The closer.
And in the process of the ghost babies' arms catching the blood blade in Yi Huai's hand, the ghost babies kept showing expressions of pain, because the downward-cutting blood blade not only kept its original shape, but also changed with its shape. The surface the arm touches seems to be still changing, as if there is hot blood surging under the surface of the blade.
The blood that makes up the blood blade seems to be unbearably poisonous to it and is highly corrosive, so every pair of arms that come into contact with it will quickly melt and turn into turbid black blood that disappears and flows down. So the ghost baby's arms that could stop the falling blade quickly became fewer and fewer.
Finally, this meaningless competition came to a point when Yi Huai seemed to have no more patience. When Guiying had only the last three hands to stop him, he raised the blood blade in his hand again, and then suddenly exerted force this time, Without giving the ghost baby any chance, he cut off its arm and slashed at its neck.
The blood blade condensed by Tang Yuanyuan's blood seemed to have unimaginable natural restraint against ghosts. As Yi Huai raised his knife and lowered his hand, the blood blade chopped off the ghost baby's head.
The ghost baby's head, which was almost the size of two basketballs, fell to the ground and rolled out of the ball of flesh. It rolled twice before slowly stopping.
A turbid black liquid spread from the neck of its head where it was originally connected to the neck, and then the entire head turned into a blur of black soul, but it quickly dissipated without a trace.
The remaining parts of its body also emitted wisps of black smoke from its neck after its head fell to the ground, but soon the entire mutated body seemed to be half eroded by something and began to melt rapidly, and the cocoon that was cut open The second half usually fades away as the melted blood turns into a black-red liquid with a fishy smell and then evaporates into black smoke.
At the same time that the ghost baby's body was undergoing such changes, the black blood seeping on the walls of the bathroom was fading away.
At the same time, the obvious changes that can be felt in this space are the biting chill and ghost energy. This space that was already close to becoming a shore seems to have begun to recover with the dissipation of the ghost babies.
"It seems that the problem caused by the ghost baby has been basically solved." Tsumugi said as he observed the surroundings beside her, and then said as if reporting, "The ghost energy and alienation in this space are quickly returning to normal. Soon It will return to the normal state that should exist on this shore, you can rest assured Yuan Yuan."
"That's good... After struggling for so long, it's finally solved. Although it's different from what was expected, it can be considered a satisfactory result."
It was only then that Tang Yuanyuan truly realized that most of the troublesome things had been solved, and she finally felt a sense of relief as if a boulder had fallen to the ground. She looked around at the environment where the abnormality was rapidly fading away and constantly changing into "this shore". The last gaze fell back on Yi Huai, who was still staying in the distance after killing the ghost baby.
He still held the bloody blade in his hand and did not turn around or look back. He did not seem to have the joy of surviving a disaster like Tang Yuanyuan did, nor the pleasure of solving a problem.
Tang Yuanyuan looked at Yi Huai and was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by the lowered voice of Zhen beside him.
"Yuanyuan, please wait a little longer." Zhen changed back to his original appearance and looked in the direction of Yi Huai, but it looked at him and shook its head slightly, and then said: "Some of the power he just used It’s not without backlash, it’s not the right time to disturb him, and it will take time for him to return to normal.”
"The method of borrowing the contractor's power also has backlash on the other party?" Tang Yuanyuan frowned and suddenly felt a little flustered. She thought she only had to bear the cost, so she insisted so much at that time...
"Generally speaking, it is not harmful to the recipient." Tsumugi said, "But the situation of the little ghost is a bit special. There is something about him that is truly haunting. In fact, maybe his current backlashed state itself and you are also different. It doesn’t really matter, it’s just that certain conditions trigger him to be affected by those things.”
"But no matter what, it's best not to get close to him when he is in this state."
Tang Yuanyuan thought for a while after listening to Zhen's words, but did not shake his head or nod. He just turned his attention to Yi Huai again.
She stared at his back in silence for a while, and saw that his head was slightly lowered, as if his eyes were on his own arm holding the bloody blade.
She looked at such a scene in a daze and suddenly felt a little startled for some reason. Inexplicably, she felt that she felt a subtle confusion and sadness from Yi Huai's expression.
So she hesitated for a moment, and after confirming once again that there seemed to be no potential danger in this space, she stepped towards Yi Huai, who was staying where he was.
Tsumugi, who was staying where he was, saw her taking a step forward and wanted to stop her, but he saw her turning around and shaking her head at him, so he gave up in the end.
In fact, she didn't need to say anything, she could vaguely feel the so-called "haunting" things from Yi Huai.
She didn't know where the emotion she felt came from, but at this moment, it seemed that she felt a familiar smell from Yi Huai's body again after a long absence. It was when he had been with her for such a period of time. Over time, it no longer appeared so frequently, but it was the same scent she had felt when she first met him.
Tang Yuanyuan didn't know how to describe that feeling. It seemed to be something called "despair" and "death intention" that enveloped him. When Yi Huai began to exude this kind of aura, Occasionally, she would feel a smell from his body that seemed to be entangled with countless sins and death.
That kind of aura may be related to Yi Huai's past...
Tang Yuanyuan had guessed this before, but she had never asked him about his more obscure past, because she felt that having such an aura around him was undoubtedly a pain in itself.
She couldn't change any of the past. All she could do was try her best to dispel the shadows that he seemed to never be able to get rid of.
She walked forward to get closer to Yi Huai, and finally stopped behind him and reached out to grab his sleeve.
However, the latter did not react immediately, but remained silent with his back to her. Even when she grabbed his sleeve, she did not pull his arm.
Tang Yuanyuan's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this, but he didn't flinch in the face of his reaction.
"Yi Huai."
She called his name, and the force in her hand involuntarily increased slightly. This time, she finally gently shook the arm holding the bloody blade. She caught a glimpse of his fingers holding the handle of the knife moving slightly.
Tang Yuanyuan took a deep breath. Many words flashed through her mind, but she didn't think there was anything suitable to say. Finally, she hesitated for a moment and said:
"It has ended."
After she finished speaking, she finally saw him turn around, but in those red eyes that she had looked at countless times during this period, it seemed that the somewhat hostile look from when they first met had reappeared. The cold and murderous intention.
And it seemed that her face reflected in those red eyes had become extremely cloudy, and there was a strange feeling of unfamiliarity.
Tang Yuanyuan's heart palpitated when she saw the killing intent in his eyes that she still remembered, but this time it was not because of fear, but because she suddenly felt sad for some unknown reason.
She still did not avoid Yi Huai's gaze, but the hand that was originally pulling on his sleeve slipped to his hand holding the bloody blade.
A cold and biting touch came from her fingertips. It seemed that she had not felt such a ghostly temperature from Yi Huai for a long time. However, she did not take back her hand, but still held the handle of the knife tightly. on the back of the hand.
"Let go, Yi Huai."
She said softly, and the hand covering the back of his hand held the back of the hand that she could not completely cover.
I don't know whether Yi Huai himself gradually recovered from the influence of those things, or whether Tang Yuanyuan's dissuasion had an effect. Not long after her hand clasped the back of his hand, he suddenly relaxed his hold. With the force of the hilt, the cold bloody blade fell to the ground with a clang, and then dissolved on the ground and turned into a pool of blood that had lost its temperature and bright color.
And his hand that let go of the bloody blade seemed to finally start to recover from the cold body temperature. After moving his fingers slightly for a few minutes, he completely relaxed. Then he turned his head, and his eyes drooped to catch the face of the girl next to him.
"Yuanyuan..."
He seemed to be silent for a long time before he squeezed out two words in a hoarse voice. Tang Yuanyuan looked at his eyes where the coldness and murderous intent were hidden again, and then he felt the normal feeling. Yi Huai seemed to be back, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay..." She sighed with emotion and showed a helpless smile, then lowered her eyes to his hand and suddenly seemed to have a sore nose, so she shook her head to stop the feeling in her eyes. There was an impulse of hot and moist liquid in his body, and he continued with a slightly choked voice:
"sorry...."
