There is a dark wind and there are many ghosts.
The dead woman stood in front of him again.
Li Jue faced all this but was surprisingly unafraid. Perhaps neither death nor ghosts were as painful as the torture in his heart.
The ghost that Situ Yan transformed into finally spoke quietly.
"I don't hate you, and I can't kill you." Her voice was cold, as if it came from Jiuquan.
"I..." Li Jue looked at her, speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Then I heard Situ Yan suddenly yell with great urgency: "Go quickly!"
"What's wrong with you?" Li Jue was a little frightened and seemed a little stunned. He still slumped on the ground and did not move back.
"ah--"
Situ Yan looked up to the sky and howled loudly, the wind howled all around, and the trees swayed one after another.
In an instant, the lakeside was freezing to the bone, like a ghost land, and her eyes gradually glowed scarlet.
"No..." But she squeezed out such words hoarsely from her throat. She seemed to be struggling. She raised her head and yelled at Li Jue again: "Quickly leave!"
Only then did Li Jue sense that something was wrong, got up and ran back staggeringly.
But seeing him leave, Situ Yan's black hair suddenly stood up, revealing a hideous and terrifying face covered with black blood vessels!
"Stay!" Her voice turned completely cold.
Attitudes change rapidly.
As soon as he raised his hand, the ghostly figure immediately rushed towards Li Jue.
Song Qingyi, who had been secretly observing on the other side for a long time, did not stand idly by this time. She said to Chu Liang: "I will deal with it."
After saying that, his figure flashed, and the green light of the jade ruler in his palm surged out!
There is an ancient magic weapon in Junzitang that is ranked among the top 100 in the Wanbaolu, and its name is Lianghe Jade Ruler. Song Qingyi's one is an imitation of the jade ruler measuring the river, named Cun Xin ruler.
There are many such imitations in the world of immortality. Generally, only the original owner of the treasure can imitate them. High imitations of treasures are often of high quality.
Cun Xinchi, full of righteousness, arrived from the sky. Situ Yan was about to kill Li Jue, but was caught off guard and almost got hit.
Thanks to the fact that it is now a ghost, its figure is erratic, and it can move several feet sideways in a sudden movement, so it can be easily avoided.
But Song Qingyi's attacks came one after another. She turned her hand and threw the jade ruler, and the blow landed right on Situ Yan's waist, making a muffled sound.
Bang——
The hollow body was hit, and the Painted Skin Ghost's body emitted a puff of black energy and fell heavily to the ground.
The jade ruler flew back to Song Qingyi's palm. Just as he was about to take advantage of the victory, he saw a figure flashing to stop him.
Li Jue opened his arms to block Song Qingyi, and said sadly: "Song Jiaoxi, don't kill Situ Yan, she is not a bad person, she is very pitiful..."
"Li Jue!" Song Qingyi said anxiously, "Situ Yan is dead! Now she has turned into a ghost. Only by driving her away can she enter reincarnation normally. If she is allowed to continue like this, she will never be reincarnated!"
"Ah?" Li Jue was shocked when he heard this.
Song Qingyi's words were not a lie. The consensus in the world of immortality is that... there is no distinction between good and evil in treating ghosts, and expelling them into reincarnation is an absolutely good deed.
During this delay, Situ Yan, who was lying on the ground, regained consciousness again, let out a scream, raised his hand and shot out a ball of black energy in this direction!
The black air rose in the storm and instantly turned into a boundless black mist, covering the entire lakeside.
"Want to escape?" Song Qingyi immediately jumped up and escaped from the range shrouded in black mist. He raised his hand again and hung half a page of the golden book above his head. The clear light shrouded the bottom at all times, ensuring that the Painted Skin Ghost in the black mist could not take the opportunity to escape.
But no figure came out again.
After a long time, as the night wind blew in, the black fog by the lake gradually dispersed, and Song Qingyi landed again.
The scene in front of her shocked her.
Li Jue sat slumped on the ground with a confused look on his face. It was obvious that he was a little confused by what he had just experienced.
Next to him, the other Li Jue also had a confused look on his face, looking around.
Yes, there are two Li Jues by the lake!
"What...what's going on?" Li Juejia panicked.
Li Jueyi also had a look of horror on his face. He immediately moved away from his other self, and then looked at Song Qingyi: "Song Jiaoxi..."
Song Qingyi looked at the two identical Li Jues in front of her and frowned.
Who is real?
"I'm real...", "I'm real!" the two Li Jues said in unison.
Song Qingyi was at a loss for what to do.
At this time, I heard footsteps coming from the bushes not far away, and a handsome guy with a smile slowly walked out from there.
Chu Liang made a brilliant appearance.
He came to Li Juejia and said with a smile: "I have a way. The fake Li Jue has never seen me. Whoever can name me is the real one."
"You are Chu Liang!" Li Juejia next to him immediately replied.
Li Jueyi was stunned for a moment and was speechless.
At this moment, Chu Liang, Song Qingyi, and Li Juejia all looked at him.
At this moment, Chu Liang suddenly took action, and half a gold brick suddenly hit the back of Li Juejia's head. Bang!
Under the brick, black energy emerged. Li Juejia covered the back of his head and roared repeatedly, instantly transforming back into a painted-skinned ghost!
Chu Liang didn't give her any room to struggle anymore. He revealed his original shape with a brick in his left hand and a white sword in his right hand!
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The long sword pierced the Painted Skin Ghost's body, and its body was immediately covered with cracks!
"Situ Yan..." Li Jue called softly.
The Painted Skin Ghost turned around and looked at Li Jue, relief suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Bang.
The ghost's body shattered and turned into dust.
"You..." Song Qingyi was a little curious, "It clearly said your name, how do you know it is fake?"
"I don't know, but I think Painted Skin Ghost sneaks into the academy every day, so he may not have heard my name." Chu Liang smiled and said, "Asking questions is just to get closer to him, but you still have to pat him on the back. It’s relatively safe.”
"I really want to thank you for this." Song Qingyi said.
If Chu Liang wasn't here, Painted Skin Ghost's move would cause her a lot of trouble.
"We are all cultivators of the righteous path, and it is our duty to kill demons." Chu Liang waved his hand.
Speaking of which, he also wanted to thank the Painted Skin Ghost for causing some twists and turns in the end. If Song Qingyi was simply subdued, it would be hard for him to interfere. After all, it was a matter of Confucian territory.
This time it was natural to grab someone's head. Song Qingyi also wanted to thank herself, which was pretty good.
Only Li Jue was present and looked at the place where Situ Yan disappeared, not knowing what to do.
Chu Liang stepped forward and said: "If you are determined to atone for your sins, go to the government and surrender, and report the fact of manslaughter. You cannot escape everything by committing suicide and seeking death."
"Well..." Li Jue nodded lightly.
There was also some sadness in Song Qingyi's eyes. She felt that Situ Yan had a pitiful life experience but had made many mistakes. She didn't know how to comment.
The calm lake waves are ruffled by the night wind, helpless.
…
"hateful!"
Not far from here, in an inn in Yanjiao City, a man in black robe suddenly broke the lamp on the table. In the lamp was an extinguished black candle.
Snapped!
The lamp fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The man in black robe gritted his teeth.
"If I spend so much effort to refine the Painted Skin Ghost, if I rely on it to collect more souls, I will be ranked first in the next soul gathering meeting, and I will hopefully be promoted!"
"It's only been a few days and he was killed..."
"How hateful!"
"I want to see where the person comes from who dares to touch my painted ghost..."
