Lu Yang's red soul came together, and all the fairies and ghosts present were ready to prepare.
Several ghost servants immediately surrounded him. In Black and White Wuchang, Hei Wuchang was responsible for leading people to escort the soul. Bai Wuchang was holding a mourning stick and staring at Lu Yang with cold ghost eyes.
When Lu Yang was still a human, he had the sharpness of the Heavenly Sword in him. He was not invincible under Yang Ning, but at least he was one of the top in the world.
Now that he has turned into a red-clothed fierce ghost, and Yang Ning is not here, if he goes crazy, it may not be easy to deal with.
At this moment, bright red tears of blood gradually flowed from Lu Yang's ghost eyes. He slowly twisted his neck and glanced at the ghosts in front of him.
Whether it was a ghost or a shady soldier, anyone caught in Lu Yang's sight would feel as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast.
But fortunately, Lu Yang's eyes did not stay on them.
Finally, he looked at the tens-meter-high statue of the literary saint behind him.
To be precise, he looked at Changfeng's corpse, which was crucified on the face of the statue of Wen Sheng.
"Roar!!"
A shrill ghost roar rang out from Lu Yang's mouth, causing the surrounding ghosts and Yin soldiers to cover their ears!
After that, Lu Yang, dressed in bloody clothes, rushed forward crazily and crawled towards the statue of Literary Saint on all fours!
More than a hundred meters away, Lu Yang, covered in blood, flashed past!
He raised his ghost claw and clawed hard at the statue of Wen Sheng, moved his limbs, and quickly crawled towards the head of Wen Sheng's statue!
Click, click, click!
Every time Lu Yang paws down, he can leave a paw print on the statue of Literary Saint!
In the end, he climbed to the head of the statue of Wen Sheng, lay on Wen Sheng's face and grinned stupidly at the body of his former master.
The face that used to have starry eyes and sharp eyebrows has now become an evil ghost.
Suddenly another ghost roar came out, and Lu Yang rushed towards Changfeng's body...
Take big mouthfuls and eat.
He is a ghost, and the condensation of ghost energy allows him to tear up and swallow Chang Feng's corpse. With the blessing of red-clothed resentment, he can tear up Chang Feng's corpse like a boiled chicken leg.
However, he could not truly digest the flesh and blood he swallowed.
Therefore, in the eyes of other onlookers, Lu Yang was tearing at Chang Feng's corpse, and pieces of flesh and blood were scattered on the statue of Literary Saint Ou Huang, dyeing it red bit by bit.
Soon, Changfeng's corpse was completely torn into pieces by him.
Squatting on the spear nailed to Wen Sheng's face, Lu Yang's ghostly eyes began to look for the next target.
He looked at the remains of several academy gentlemen among the mountains of corpses in the square.
A ghost roar sounded, and Lu Yang in red jumped down from a height of tens of meters——
boom!
After landing, the dark wind stirred, and he rushed straight towards the next body he chose.
Grasping his next target, Lu Yang did not immediately start chewing, but continued to crawl back to the face of the statue of Literary Saint with the corpse, squatting on the barrel of the spear, and then began to bite again.
The statue of Literary Saint was dyed red again.
The red-clothed Lu Yang bit very quickly, completely tearing the body of the academy gentleman into pieces in just a few seconds.
In less than ten minutes, almost all the corpses of the academy gentlemen had been torn into pieces by Lu Yang in red.
The dozens of meters high statue of Wen Sheng also became "bloody".
Next, Lu Yang's eyes fell on the dense crowd of dead souls lining up to go down the mountain.
After "eating" the corpses, Lu Yang began to eat the souls of the academy gentlemen.
The first thing he caught was the soul of his master Changfeng.
There was a burst of howling like ghosts and wolves, and this time it wasn't just Lu Yang himself who was howling.
Moreover, this time Lu Yang could really eat it.
Amidst the painful howls that made people turn pale, Changfeng's ghost was torn into pieces bit by bit by Lu Yang and eaten into his belly.
After eating this one, there will be another one.
All, all the ghosts of the academy teachers were buried in the mouth of Lu Yang in red!
The entire statue of Literary Saint is covered in blood!
After that, a strange scene occurred.
The blood-red red clothes on Lu Yang's body were actually fading little by little.
His resentment toward the academy began to dissipate, and his true soul began to awaken.
Under the illumination of the night lights, even across the hilltop, Lu Yang's blood-stained red clothes were very obvious.
Yang Ning, who was on Wensheng Mountain, glanced at Tianren Peak and yawned as he walked down the mountain and muttered: "When I was alive, I only wanted to protect the academy. When I die, I wish I could eat its flesh..."
"Lu Yang, you are so confused."
"Well, I haven't lit a soul lamp for the red ghost yet. Tsk, thank you."
After descending from Wensheng Peak, Lu Yang climbed up to Tianji Peak.
In the ghost house, dozens of ghosts hiding in ghost cages were shivering.
Especially the several ghost cages next to the little sea ghost. The evil ghosts who used to talk loudly in front of the little sea ghost now shivered as if they were collectively ill and did not dare to say a word.
Because at this moment, a group of little ghosts were chattering around the little sea ghost's ghost cage.
And several of these little ghosts were covered in blood.
The burned-to-death ghost glanced at the car-accident ghost opposite, and asked with his eyes: What, what are the conditions? Can so many red-clothed ghosts come to visit?
The car accident ghost shook his head and responded with his eyes: What happened outside? What about those people from well-established families?
At this time, among the group of little ghosts, the pupils with glowing red eyes turned to look at the two ghosts and said: "They are all dead."
Two ghosts: "..."
The two ghosts didn't believe what this kid said.
However, they did not dare to refute.
Can only remain silent.
On the other side of the little sea ghost, Chen Yamei raised her head and said, "Little sea ghost, long time no see!"
Xiaohai: "Yeah, Headless Ghost, I'm so happy to see you!"
Chen Yamei: "Bah! I'm just headless, I'm not a ghost! You are the ghosts!"
Xia Tian and Little Baldy stared at the ghost cage trapping the little sea ghost, "How do you open this thing?"
Xia Tian tried with his own ghost claws, but couldn't get through.
The little bald head gathered the light and refracted it, trying to light a fire, but it almost blinded the little sea ghost and failed to light a fire. It was night.
Fatty Sun stared at the living environment of the little sea ghost in the cage and asked: "Little sea ghost, how do you solve the problem of eating and drinking in there?"
The little sea ghost blinked and said: "I don't eat or drink. As long as there is sea water, I can't die."
Big Fatty Sun nodded as if he had some understanding, "Oh, that's right. Then you don't have to poop or pee anymore?"
The little sea ghost said speechlessly: "Have you ever seen a big sea pull or scatter?"
Fatty Sun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "Isn't it equivalent to your excretion behavior if you give seafood to Chengcheng?!"
"After all, it's the sea. It's normal to buy some seafood-"
Before he finished speaking, Fatty Sun turned into a plume of black smoke and flew out.
Yang Ning walked into the ghost house.
Suddenly, he frowned slightly and stood still.
At this moment, the entire ghost house was extremely silent, and every ghost trapped in the ghost cage trembled silently.
Thousands of miles away, Zhongzhou, Yundu Road Pedestrian Street.
There were not many people on the pedestrian street in the second half of the night, especially in Zhongzhou where the autumn rain had not stopped yet.
A man in a black trench coat hurriedly walked into the pedestrian street and bought a bottle of liquor from a convenience store.
Standing in front of the convenience store, the man raised his head and drank half of the bottle of liquor. He took a long breath, threw down the bottle, and strode towards the Lingwa store opposite.
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