Chapter 752

The nameless valley is full of green grass. In the cold winter season, not only does it not feel the slightest sense of bleakness, but the valley is full of red flowers and green trees, which are in full bloom.

On the left side of the valley more than a hundred feet away, a huge stream white as a screen rushes down from a height of a hundred feet, crashing into thousands of piles of snow waves.

The thunderous sound gradually became clear in Yan Zi's ears, and then, an unbearable sense of irritability arose.

Accompanied by this feeling of irritability, Yan Zi's heavy eyelids slowly opened, and what caught his eyes was the upright image of Li Xiuluo in a green shirt.

Li Xiuluo, who was sitting cross-legged on a bluestone, looked at her with a smile, "Miss Yan has slept well, she must be hungry, let's have some food."

Yan Zi got up with a grunt, without even looking at the plate of steamed buns and two pieces of cooked meat on the white cloth on the right, she subconsciously wanted to move her legs.

"My deity advises you to sit down honestly."

An extremely cold voice came, which made Yan Zi's heart shudder. Following the sound, he saw a toad covered in sores squatting under a banana leaf.

"You... are a human and a ghost!"

Yan Zi felt as if there was a fluffy and cold poisonous insect lying on the back of her spine, and she couldn't help shaking.

Speaking of Yan Zi's extraordinary experience, she has also seen the world, but she has never seen a talking monster except Rui Ya, especially the terrifying toad who suddenly spit out human words, It simply challenged his common sense of monsters.

The toad snorted coldly, and spewed out a stream of mist imperceptible to the naked eye. Seeing that the mist was about to hit Yan Zi, Li Xiuluo suddenly stretched out his hand, and a burst of black air directly cut off the mist, spreading towards a luxuriant ginkgo tree with sharp leaves. Go, instantly the giant tree withered.

"Jie Jie..."

The toad uttered a strange cry like a night owl, "Sura is still that Shura after all."

Li Xiuluo didn't answer, and waved his hand gently at Yan Zi, "Miss Yan, I offended you, see Brother Xu, please apologize for me, and go away."

Yan Zi was inexplicably moved to this place, the sky was sunny, the surroundings were gloomy, and seeing a toad spitting out human words, she didn't want to stay here for a moment.

After hearing Li Xiuluo's words, Yan Zi subconsciously called out the organ bird, got up and flew away.

With a bang, the toad exploded suddenly, only a piece of torn toad skin was seen, smashed in the air, neither flesh nor bone marrow was seen.

Accompanied by the toad's bursting, a faint phantom, under the huge banana tree, was the elegant middle-aged image of the ghost master that Xu Yi saw in the cave that day.

However, the image of the middle-aged man in front of him did not appear to be refined at all, replaced by a ferocious and resentful face, "Sura, oh Shura, I wish I could swallow you!"

If it wasn't for the lack of strength of this avatar, the ghost master would have swallowed Li Xiuluo alive.

At this moment, the main body of the ghost master, who was far away in the royal court, had already been beaten to death by Xu Yi, and only escaped with a life by trickery.

Because of the last sentence, Xu Yi was shocked, and the ghost master became more and more aware of the importance of Yan Zi, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a talisman.

But he never expected that at this critical moment, Li Xiuluo would dare to let Yan Zi go in front of him.

Speaking of which, the ghost master also knew that Li Xiuluo valued love and righteousness, and he also knew that Li Xiuluo and Xu Yi had a good relationship. Because of this, he never revoked the strand of soul attached to the toad, just to monitor and balance Li Xiuluo. Asura.

But he never expected that Li Xiuluo would do such a thing in front of him.

This is his capable man who has served him for more than a hundred years, so that the ghost master almost made Li Xiuluo his own limb. Until now, he realized that this limb has its own will.

Li Xiuluo knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said, "The lord saved my ghost to help me practice, Shura dare not forget it, it's okay to return this remnant soul to the lord."

He really misses the kindness of the ghost master, but this kindness has no ultimate meaning to him.

He practiced hard and was willing to serve the ghost master. What he did was nothing more than the obsession in his heart-revenge blood and deep revenge.

And his blood feud has already been repaid by Xu Yi, not only that, Xu Yi also recorded a poem for his dead wife that is enough to be famous for future generations.

At that time, the ghost wanted him to capture Yan Zi, but he had no choice but to do so, not because of anything else, but because he wanted to have the best of both worlds.

He hoped that Xu Yi could get a glimpse of the secret mark he had quietly left and come to find the ghost master, so Yan Zi would be safe if Xu Yi could grasp the ghost master's handle about the imperial tomb.

In this way, he could explain to Xu Yi without offending the ghost master.

But he never expected that the situation would suddenly change drastically.

When Yan Zi fell asleep, he pretended to meditate, but his attention was focused on the ghost master's toad that was living with a separate soul.

Although the ghost master tried his best to cover it up and try not to show any traces, he still saw that the situation of the ghost master was very bad from the suddenly weakened ghost.

Xu Yi was the only person that the ghost master was targeting, and reasoning the other way around, it must be Xu Yi who caused the ghost master to be in a bad situation.

At this moment, the main body of the ghost master's ghost has never returned. Li Xiuluo can't find out how the ghost master's injury is, but he knows that the ghost master must be crazy based on the rapidly weakening soul.

Having been together for more than a hundred years, he understands the temperament of the ghost master very well.

As a Yin body, he also knows how difficult it is to warm and nourish a Yin soul, and every bit of injury is a pain that the Yin body itself cannot bear.

Li Xiuluo could even predict the degree of madness of the ghost master who was hurt by this.

As a result, Yan Zi must not end well.

Seeing that his desire for the best of both worlds was shattered, Li Xiuluo chose to release Yan Zi back without even having to weigh it.

After Li Xiuluo finished speaking, the ghost master was silent for a long time, and suddenly, he smiled sinisterly, and said compassionately, "In the morning, the flowers are happy and the spring is bright, and in the evening, the flowers are dusty. Don't be sad when the flowers fall early, and be sad for the concubine like a flower body."

Li Xiuluo stared blankly at the ghost master as if struck by lightning, with black liquid overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

The ghost master pinched his fingers lightly, and the black liquid floated towards his faint phantom. In an instant, his phantom, which was about to drift away, became much clearer, and suddenly, his body turned into a light smoke and disappeared instantly.

"Alo!"

Li Xiuluo murmured, and turned into smoke, chasing after the ghost master.

The poem read by the ghost owner just now was written by his late wife before she died, and only he knew about it, and the ghost owner could know it.

With this thought, all kinds of doubts came.

More than a hundred years ago, not long after his death, he encountered all kinds of strange things, and all kinds of treasures suitable for the survival and cultivation of the Yin body were obtained by him one after another.

At that time, he thought that it was a coincidence that he had great fortune. Not long after he cultivated into a ghost, he met the ghost master and was taken under his command.

Now that I think about it, most of the coincidences that I thought before were deliberately created by someone with a heart.