"Are you a ghost...?"
Xia Zhichan took two steps back. Of course, he would maintain strong hostility towards the sudden appearance of this ghost, although it seemed that he was not disturbed by the black mist because of his protection.
"Probably."
The man shook his semi-illusory arm and then gave an uncertain answer. He doesn't know much about his current state, but one thing is certain.
He...should be dead.
Nothing made him feel happier than being able to die in the arms of his relatives. For more than ten years, he had pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, and lived an inhuman life for more than ten years. In the end, he just wanted to see his grown-up little brother.
"Sorry, I just became like this not long ago."
The man's humble attitude gave Xia Zhichan the illusion of meeting an acquaintance, and she unconsciously lowered her guard.
"Can you please put away the things inside the sleeve robe? I have an inexplicable fear of it. That thing should be able to kill me easily."
Xia Zhichan glanced at the sleeve of her right hand. The cinnabar-yellow talisman was already held in her palm. Although it had not been activated yet, it had already begun to emit the power of thunder.
He is just pretending to be a tiger. The true energy in his body is not enough to activate the cinnabar yellow talisman. If he activates it forcefully, the silver lightning that flashes out will probably burn him to charcoal first.
He released the cinnabar yellow talisman and stretched out his right hand from inside the sleeve robe.
"Thank you."
The man smiled and nodded. He knew that the other party was willing to put away things that could threaten him at any time, which was a sign of goodwill to him.
"You're welcome, I'm too nervous. You can't be considered a 'ghost' now, it's just that the three souls and seven souls have not left after death."
Xia Zhichan smiled. He discovered an interesting thing. After he broke into this small courtyard, there was really no need to be wary of the sudden appearance of the man.
Holding the cinnabar yellow talisman, in the eyes of the other party, I am probably no different from a knife-wielding bandit who suddenly broke into the house.
"Oh? I don't quite understand this. After all, it's my first time to be a ghost."
The man was also a knowledgeable person during his lifetime, but he always stayed away from the theory of ghosts. Besides, those folklore legends have been embellished and modified. Although the content is terrifying, there is no authenticity.
"Who are you?"
Xia Zhichan looked at the elegant man with a somewhat unreal figure. He felt that the man's appearance seemed somewhat similar to Nan Er, but he had a calm and friendly temperament.
"My...my surname is Nangong, and my first name is Number One. I am a member of the Nangong family."
The man stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the dry branches hanging above his head, but his fingers went directly through the slender branches.
His eyes looked a little lonely. He could no longer touch the pomegranate tree planted by his mother.
The withered old tree also represents the final fate of the Nangong family, which was ruined.
"Nangong's No. 1...Nangong family."
Xia Zhichan looked at the dead souls in front of her, and then recalled that she saw the words "Nangong Family" written on the plaque on the door before entering.
I feel more and more that this place has something to do with Nan Er.
Nangong first looked at the billowing black mist at the entrance of the courtyard, then turned to look at Xia Zhichan, who was meditating, and stood up.
"You should be my second brother's friend... Although I have no basis for it, I just have this feeling inexplicably."
"Second brother? Do you mean Nan Er?"
Xia Zhichan asked rhetorically.
"Nan Er... this name is really unpleasant, but he is indeed the second eldest son of the Nangong family. The person you are talking about should be my brother."
Nangong No. 1 turned around and stepped on the little dirt bag he had been sitting on just now. The feeling of stepping on it was solid. He felt a little novel and kicked it twice more.
"Am I kicking myself in the grave?"
Buried under the mound was Nangong No. 1’s body.
But the ghost of Nangong No. 1 was dancing back and forth on the grave.
"Brother Nangong, are you sure that Nan Er is your brother? He is a swordsman who likes to wear black, and he usually has a cold face. Oh, yes, that knife is still a reverse pattern knife."
As soon as the words "Ni Wen Dao" came out, Nangong No. 1's eyes almost lit up. He was not surprised by Ni Wen Dao, but he was surprised that Xia Zhichan actually knew the existence of Ni Wen Dao.
"It seems that you are very good friends... The counter-pattern sword is passed down from our ancestors of the Nangong family. It was also because of it that the Nangong family suffered a disaster."
Nangong No. 1 couldn't leave this small courtyard, but it didn't mean that he didn't know anything.
"My little brother has lost his mind and has become...even the knife has changed its appearance. The entire house is shrouded in black fog, and even the sun cannot shine in during the day."
Nangong First still didn't say the word "monster" in the end. After all, even now, he still didn't want to say that his little brother had turned into an inhuman and terrifying monster.
"Well, he is indeed very strong now. I fought against him, but there was no chance of winning. The black mist provided him with perfect cover, and the knife gave him absolutely terrifying attack power."
Xia Zhichan looked at the several cuts made on the black and white mysterious robe. These wounds were all caused by being rubbed by the knife. If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, any wound might have turned into a knife. The incision that splits him in half.
"I can help you. Although I can't let you defeat him directly, I can at least get rid of those blinding black fog..."
Nangong first raised his hand, and a faint light floated out from his palm, then flew upward to a branch of the pomegranate tree, fell into the water like a snowflake, and disappeared in an instant.
Gradually, Nangong No. 1's figure became lighter and lighter, as thin as a piece of paper, and might have dissipated after a gust of wind blew by.
"Brother Nangong..."
Xia Zhichan wanted to stop him with words, but she saw Nangong No. 1 smiling and shaking his head, his eyes soft and filled with indescribable determination.
The branches gradually regained their vitality, and delicate green leaves actually grew out of the dry branches. The green leaves stretched out and swayed gently in the wind.
Click.
There was a crisp sound from the rejuvenated place, and the branch was broken by invisible force, and then floated gently on the palm of Nangong No. 1.
After being broken, the branch no longer had any withered color, and looked as green and tender as if it had just been picked from a pomegranate tree that sprouted in spring.
Wind blows.
The branch fell into Xia Zhichan's hand with the wind. The latter quickly held it carefully, and then glanced at Nangong No. 1, who was already very weak.
Nangong No. 1 seemed to be relieved. He sat on his grave again, looked at his body that was about to disappear, and sighed:
"This is much harder than I thought."
"Brother Nangong, you have to be careful. If you use your spiritual power so much, you will..."
Spiritual power, simply put, is the energy contained in the soul, which is something that originates from the human soul.
"It's okay. Anyway, I'm already dead. There's no way I can die again."
Nangong No. 1 was optimistic. He waved his hand indifferently, but Xia Zhichan's next words shocked him.
"If you overdraw your spiritual power, you will lose your soul."
"Ah! It's so dangerous... I wanted to rest for a while and then get one for you. It seems that it won't work. If I do it again, I will really lose my mind."
Nangong No. 1 didn't expect that he almost killed himself with that blow just now, and his face suddenly turned pale. However, his figure was almost invisible, even if his face turned pale, it was not obvious.
"Thank you, Brother Nangong."
Xia Zhichan hugged the pomegranate branch, bowed to Nangong No. 1 who was sitting on the earthbag, and then walked out directly through the wide open door.
Nangong No. 1 watched Xia Zhichan disappear from sight, then looked at the black mist coming back again, and murmured to himself:
"Brother, you should still have some consciousness left. Otherwise, why did you lead your friends to me through these black mist..."
Black mist billowed at the door, but he still didn't dare to take a step forward.
…
"The black fog...could it be that a monster is coming?"
Chimei hadn't left yet, and he was unwilling to leave like this. He was slapped twice by Xia Zhichan in front of Jiang Qin. This humiliation must be returned to him no matter what.
Black mist surged in from all directions like water.
Buzz!
The plum blossom sword lay in front of him, making a clear sword sound.
"Hey! Bold monster, I am a dignified third-generation disciple of the Taoist sect, and my Taoist name is Chimei!"
Whoa, a sword energy swept out horizontally.
The white rainbow-like sword energy rushed straight into the approaching black smoke, but it was like a drop of water falling into the sea, without even a splash.
"Come out and die!"
Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
There were two more sword energy, but they were also like a mud cow entering the sea.
Seeing this, Chimei pinched the sword with her left hand and muttered words in her mouth. The sword in her right hand gradually released layers of fluorescence, and then there was a sound of wind and thunder when she waved it.
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
Snapped!
The long sword pointed forward, and a silver-white sword energy with thunder rushed out quickly. The black mist seemed to have encountered an opponent, and a deep hole was pierced by the sword energy, but it healed quickly.
"Monster! Do you dare to come out and fight with me, Chimei, with real swords and guns? Don't hide in the dark and be a coward..."
The black mist that originally spread to the footsteps shrank back as if inspired by something, but it stayed only a foot away from Chimei, neither approaching nor leaving.
Bang!
The black mist in front of him gradually receded to both sides, and a human figure emerged.
Hmm... It's the pungent evil spirit mixed with other smells. The smell is disgusting. As expected, these monsters and monsters are all very smelly.
The evil spirit on the black humanoid body condensed into thick, semi-fluid armor, which looked like fur but had a metallic sheen.
Roar!
The scarlet eyes are not as red as human eyes. Without pupils, they look like two bright red whirlpools, which makes one's soul sink into them.
The human-shaped evil spirit raised his right hand, and the long black knife lay horizontally in the air.
Uh-huh!
The long knife came through the air, and Chimei used all her energy to block it, but she was like a little insect raising its poor arms in front of a running elephant.
Snapped!
The plum blossom sword was cut open, and the thick zhenqi defense all over his body was cut open easily as if it were made of tofu, and finally he was struck by a knife.
There was a pop, and blood burst out.
