In the future, Earth becomes a relic of the mythical era.

Chapter 63 Tragic Death
Through the thick fog, the group suddenly saw a huge pit looming in the middle of the fog.

The pit was filled with paper ash.

This pit is so big; I wonder how many years it took for so much paper ash to accumulate.

Xie Lingxin and the others all thought of the ash pit mentioned in the document.

They all realized in their hearts that they had probably really won the lottery!
That possible level 10 vengeful ghost!
It's not just a possibility, it really exists!
A chilling wind blew, causing the ashes in the pit to swirl.

The ashes of the paper swirled in the air.

They somehow coalesced into a human shape.

Her red wedding dress stood out starkly against the backdrop of gray and white paper dust.

The figure in the red wedding dress sat on a rock by the pit.

"My lord...why have you abandoned me?"

"Is it because I'm not beautiful enough...?"

A faint sigh echoed in my ears once more.

The bluish-gray hue, like cotton wool, swirled around me.

Gently and softly.

Xie Lingxin felt as if a woman was embracing him, weeping and lamenting.

But he couldn't feel any tenderness or affection.

I felt a chilling cold, a bone-chilling cold.

"call……"

A gust of cold wind passed by.

A wisp of bluish-gray flew up and transformed into two jade hands.

It emerged from thin air.

He gently cupped... Huo Shan's face.

A beautiful face emerged from the bluish-gray.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, yet her lips were a vibrant, bright red, creating a striking and horrifying effect, yet also evoking a sense of pity.

"Mr. Lang..."

"Would you mind if I drew your eyebrows for you...?"

A beautiful woman cups her cheeks, pleading and begging for favor—what a lovely sight…

But Xie Lingxin and the others felt a cold wind seeping through every bone in their bodies.

It was as if his body was frozen stiff, unable to move.

"Gudu..."

Huo Shan's throat bobbed violently a few times.

As if mesmerized, her eyes were glazed over, staring blankly ahead.

"Old Huo! Wake up!"

Zhu Wenjie shouted loudly.

There's no need to even think about it; Huo Shan's condition is definitely not right.

Given his temperament and abilities, if he encountered such a ghost, he would simply draw his golden knife and slash at it.

The way it is now, it must be that it's possessed by an evil spirit.

"Uh!"

Before Xie Lingxin and the others could react, Huo Shan seemed to let out a strange sound from his throat.

His whole body suddenly began to tremble violently.

"Old Huo!"

"Huoshan!"

"Pfft-!"

In just a second or two, Huo Shan suddenly opened his mouth and spat out.

The group witnessed a horrifying scene.

Countless ashes, like gray moths, flew wildly out of Huo Shan's mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

It looked like plumes of foul smoke billowing out.

Huo Shan's entire body convulsed and twisted violently.

And it is shriveling up at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Those gray moths seemed to be pulling his flesh and blood away.

"Old Huo—!!"

Zhu Wenjie was jolted, and blood appeared from his mouth and nose.

However, his entire body erupted with a massive aura, as imposing as a mountain, as fiery as a raging fire.

It instantly dispelled the chill emanating from the group.

"Go to hell—!"

Zhu Wenjie's fist struck with the force of a collapsing mountain, hurtling towards the bare hand in the thick fog.

Liu Sanxian also raised both hands, and more than a dozen cold lights flew out at the same time.

With a flick of his sleeve, Cui Hong unleashed a series of paper figures, which transformed into soldiers clad in paper armor upon landing.

Instantly, dozens of paper soldiers appeared and surrounded the group.

At this moment, Huo Shan's body suddenly went limp.

Seeing this, Xie Lingxin quickly ran over and helped him up.

But I was shocked when I got my hands on it.

This doesn't feel like a human touch at all.

It's clearly just a soft leather!
Huo Shan's body slumped down and slipped from Xie Lingxin's hand.

"Ugh……"

A sigh.

A mournful song faintly echoed through the woods. "What talk of vows of eternal love, what talk of sweet nothings?"

"I fear all I'll see are barren slopes overgrown with white bone grass..."

"Isn't this just asking for someone to be tortured to death?"

"On this side, tears of rouge soak the mandarin duck pillow; on that side, banners unfurl as they pass through the gates of hell..."

"The spring dream of a maiden's boudoir is shattered on the night of the reunion..."

"This bitter wine is drunk with utter, utter pain..."

"Even with a purple crown, a golden edict, and a title of nobility, it cannot compare to..."

The eyebrow pencil lies forlornly on the dressing table…

"Why not share some of the suffering from chaos and turmoil with the years of peace?"

"Huoshan!!"

Cui Hong squatted down, and his expression changed drastically when he touched Huo Shan's body.

Liu Sanxian and Zhu Wenjie, disregarding their own safety, rushed over.

"Old Huo! Wake up!"

"Huoshan!"

Xie Lingxin sat blankly beside Huo Shan.

It was obvious that Huo Shan's internal organs and flesh and blood were completely hollowed out by those gray moths in an instant.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, but they were devoid of any light. His gray pupils revealed a deathly stillness and a trace of bewilderment before his death.

There was no breath coming from his mouth and nose.

His whole body was limp and lifeless, as if all that was left was his skeleton and skin.

The Evil-Repelling Golden Knife also slipped to the side.

The death could not have been more tragic.

"..."

Xie Lingxin recalled Bai Ruhui's repeated emphasis in class.

The consciousness is the master of the six senses, and the mind that gives rise to the body is the consciousness.

Once the mind is injured, it is equivalent to the six senses and the soul being injured.

If one is killed, it is equivalent to having one's soul destroyed.

Even if the physical body doesn't die, it's nothing more than a vegetable.

Moreover, if the soul is gone, the physical body cannot survive either.

In other words, they will still die, but the loss of vital signs will be delayed a little...

Although he had only known Huo Shan for less than three days, and Huo Shan was a bit expressionless and his attitude towards him was not very good.

But just because he taught him the art of summoning spirits without any hesitation, he had to accept this favor.

Moreover, the eyebrow pencil that the masked man just threw was aimed at him.

Huo Shan, without any hesitation, shielded himself from it.

Clearly, that eyebrow pencil was a trigger, or rather, a curse.

Whoever moves, that ghost will kill them!
Huo Shan could be said to have died in his place!
It all happened so fast.

The masked man appeared and threw out a "hidden weapon," diverting the trouble eastward.

From the appearance of the vengeful ghost, Huo Shan's possession by evil spirits, to his tragic death...

However, it happened in just a few seconds.

Let alone whether the few people had the ability to deal with it, they didn't even have time to react.

"My lord... would you mind painting my eyebrows for me?"

Amidst the mournful song, that chilling phrase rang out once more.

A slender, delicate hand seemed to emerge from nothingness.

Holding an eyebrow pencil.

It slowly reached out towards Zhu Wenjie.

"Zhu Wenjie! Run!"

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"Ahhhh——!"

Zhu Wenjie roared, not retreating but instead unleashing an aura as devastating as a collapsing mountain.

The shadows of fists were numerous, like towering peaks and rolling clouds.

Fueled by his anger, he unleashed it all upon the ghostly figure in the thick fog.

"Ugh……"

A soft sigh was heard.

Zhu Wenjie's desperate fighting style had absolutely no effect on the ghost.

Not to mention hurting it.

But his Mountain-Shaking Fist Intent was not just for show, and it temporarily repelled the hand that the thing had extended.

A soft, melancholy sigh escaped her lips.

Suddenly, a lot of paper ash appeared in the forest, drifting and flying everywhere.

At this moment, Cui Hong hugged Zhu Wenjie tightly.

"Are you out of your mind! That's a level 10 vengeful ghost! Even Huo Shan couldn't withstand it for a second, what can you do?! Run!"

Zhu Wenjie struggled violently: "So what?! Old Huo is dead just like that!"

"Let go! If you're afraid of dying, then leave on your own!"

Cui Hong was also furious: "Do you want Huo Shan to die in vain?!"

Liu Sanxian covered her mouth, looking at Huo Shan's limp body, then at the two people rolling around in a heap, tears welling up in her eyes, at a loss for what to do.

(End of this chapter)