The Spirit World

Chapter 75 Shake
"I will never forget the horror of that day."

"We watched the four of them leave, but we couldn't do anything! Do you know how I felt at that time? I looked at that expressionless demon king, and I could do nothing but get angry!"

"dangdong" the wine on the table was hammered up, and the hand seemed to have been violently eroded by ice, leaving a horrible red and yellowish-brown mottled mark.

"..." The old man's breath was heavy, and one could feel his anger, but he could only say softly: "And then?"

He couldn't say anything. Things were worse than he had imagined. At this time, more intelligence meant more capital to fight against the mastermind. Although the chances of winning were still slim, he already knew what Old Ye said. The Great Devil on Day One had been resurrected, and Old Ye had escaped...

"Yang Yitong and I fled, but we were eventually caught up. Yitong walked ahead of me. I never thought I would be so afraid of death. I hugged Yitong, and Yitong told me to hurry up before she died. I collapsed. I never thought the six of us would be separated like this..." The middle-aged man punched the table again, and his clenched fist was reluctant to loosen. The man named [Sword of Zhaoguang] was in tears, his beard was messy, and there was a long scar on his neck, which looked like a horrible scratch that had healed slightly...

"..." The old man didn't know how to comfort him. He picked up the wine jug and filled a glass. He drank it in one gulp. The middle-aged man choked and said, "Qingshan, I can't understand... what is the meaning of [Guardian]... Such a powerful demon is simply beyond our ability to contend with, right? I used to think that with the power of our [Guardians] generation after generation, we could fight those demons. We passed the baton one by one, but in the end..." The middle-aged man's hands trembled and slowly loosened. He drank a glass of wine, and his voice gradually became low: "In the end... I was defeated by one of the seven demons... I... I..."

The middle-aged man's voice disappeared. The old man looked at him. Strands of white hair were floating on his head. The wind blew through the door of the restaurant little by little, carrying fallen leaves and swirling away from the city.

"Jin He, the Guardians are not all humans who have the ability to defeat those demons..." The old man put on his bamboo hat. The half-full glass of wine began to sway when he stood up. He looked at the empty street and said slowly: "It is the small people who are determined to protect the future of mankind and fight against those powerful demons... They are willing to sacrifice themselves, one after another, just for the little bit of future that mankind can fight from the demons."

The old man walked out of the restaurant, leaving only a few heavy words for the middle-aged man.

"If you have wavered, we will remember your past glory, and this distant, even bloody future will have nothing to do with you..."

Ye Jinhe watched the old man leave. The sword thrown at his feet became dimmer. The waiter stood up slowly, looking confused. He looked at the coins at his feet and picked them up uneasily. Looking at the sloppy middle-aged man who was still drinking, he left carefully. He wondered, if he left too, would this city completely become a ghost town?
[Inside the house of the chief steward of Bailing Mountain]

"Xia Wen and Xia Wu, [Wutong Division] has passed your assessment. From today on, you will be transferred. I specially grant you two brothers the tokens of Wutong Division. You must live up to everyone's expectations in the future. Wutong Division is several times stricter than Bailing Mountain. I hope you will practice diligently and serve the country and the people." The chief steward handed the token engraved with a Wutong tree crown to the two brothers Xia Wen and Xia Wu who were standing there. Xia Wen and Xia Wu took it, expressed their gratitude and left.

After a long time, in the quiet butler's house, blue spiritual power flowed, and a blue goldfish in a bottle and the jade pendant suddenly came into view. The goldfish hit the bottle, trying to break free, and the jade pendant emitted bursts of green light, as if it was competing with the spiritual power of the butler.

Soon, the house returned to peace.

"Chang Yinglan, why bother?"

[Secret Chamber of Bailing Mountain]

"Is brother really okay?" Erica asked the old doctor. This was the one hundred and fifty-third time she had asked this question. No matter how patient the old doctor was, he would be annoyed, but Erica's appearance really made her feel upset. Her long golden hair was messy, and the traces of tears were obviously not dry. She had not slept all night because of what happened yesterday, and the dark circles under her eyes made her look haggard. She asked, always feeling uneasy. This was not the first time her brother had been like this. He was rolling in the mud like an old turtle three months ago, and now he was lying quietly on the pile of vanilla like a little lamb, which made her heart uneasy. If she had laughed at how happy her brother was at the beginning, she would be as sad as he is now. This kind of thing made her more sad than those [Shadow Hunters] who killed people without blinking an eye. As people from Wenti County, the word fire has accompanied the two of them for ten years. Fire, lend a helping hand to the victims, don't hesitate. The enemies encountered along the way were of unknown origin. She didn't see what happened. She could only wait, but she was unwilling to wait. Yesterday's torment made her physically and mentally exhausted.

Sister Lin'er told her not to move because it was for her own good. How could she not know that? Everything was due to her being too weak and needing protection from others. In this world full of dangers, in this world where strength determines success or failure, the root of everything was weakness, and the weak needed protection from others. She would not take it for granted, she would only blame herself. This was a common problem in the Nieman family, and it was also the unyielding will of their family.

Amina and Rajel are both "fools" who only blame themselves for their mistakes. They raised Chang Yufeng and Lin'er in Wenti County. That spirit has always been with them and may be with them for the rest of their lives. They have never lived a life of luxury in the past ten years. Their mental illness has not been healed yet. No one can guarantee that one day someone will come to take their children's lives. They are afraid but never back down. They have never thought of letting their children suffer, but they have never given up teaching them the courage to face suffering.

Erica also understood her weakness, but she still regretted not being able to help. Even if it was a mistake, she was unwilling to do nothing. "Child, really, I'm not lying to you. His soul is well protected. There's nothing serious. He will wake up soon..." The old doctor clasped her hands together, and green light flowed out of her hands and into Chang Yufeng's heart.

"However, it's a bit hard to say about this little sister..." The old doctor looked at Lin'er who was trembling all over. Her sweat had completely soaked her clothes. The cracks on her face were getting deeper and deeper. Her painful expression made her pretty face look increasingly ugly.

"What happened to Sister Lin'er?"

"I'm not sure either, it seems like it was just a nightmare."

"Nightmare?" Erica's tears were rubbed away, with a little bit left on her cheek.

"…It's hard to explain to someone like you who has no basic knowledge. You just need to know that it's hard to wake up…"

"why?"

"Because...what you see and what you think?" The old doctor let go of his hand, and Chang Yufeng's body floated on the vanilla. A little bit of green fluid slowly transformed into Chang Yufeng's appearance and flowed into Chang Yufeng's heart. The soul was released without resistance, as if it was completely catering to him, or it was necessary for her to cover up, and the soul would naturally return to his body...

The old doctor frowned and poured spiritual power into Lin'er's forehead and said: "Whatever she has seen before that scares her, it may appear in her dream. This dream is uncontrollable and there is no way to wake her up by force. Only she can wake up from the dream herself..."

The old doctor could do nothing to calm her down or to drive away the cold.

Erica was silent. She finally couldn't stand the tiredness anymore and slowly lay down, trying hard to stay asleep. The old doctor sighed, and it was unclear whether it was sadness or a sigh.

【Ghost Forest】

"King, everything is ready. Although the first key has been awakened, I have already placed the Soul Stone into her body. Once the three keys are combined, her soul will be at our disposal..." Amobis stood there with a hunched back, green evil light flashing in his eyes.

"The people sent by the Great Demon King on the first day have already taken action. They are heading to the central hubs of major countries to explore their strength. Ning Qing has also found the trace of the second key in Rastar. You are no longer needed. I need you to collect the souls of the strong. We need a strong army. That kind of childish demonization is far from enough. We need more powerful souls to fight for us..."

Kun's eyes glowed in the black robe. He looked at the woman who was standing tall in the darkness. The green shadow all over her body seemed to hide her completely. The terrifying pressure made his hands begin to tremble.

"Yes, my king..." Amobis crushed the green bottle in his palm, and the green broken soul flew away in an instant. The whole process was silent.

In this dark forest, ghost shadows are floating aimlessly. There is no night in the ghost forest because death is eternal here, and ghosts do not need sunlight, nor do they care about its shining.

It’s better not to write about negative energy. I’ve read a lot of things like betrayal in the online literature world and other messy events, so I will avoid writing about some things... Some villains’ evil ideas, even if they say (write) it self-righteously, there will be rebuttals or reflections... Anyway, I won’t write about negative energy... And before the third volume begins, the writing is not mainly based on events, it can be said to be just the beginning, I feel... That’s it qwq
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