Chapter 51 Everyone is gone
Liu Haoyu struggled to pull his face out of the mud.
Looking at the face print on the ground, his mouth twitched.
These shoes are definitely problematic!
What is their origin?
Liu Haoyu looked left and right, trying to figure out what this thing was.
But obviously, the embroidered shoes didn’t talk, they just lay quietly in Liu Haoyu’s hand.
It really looks like an ordinary embroidered shoe… provided you ignore the shoeprints on Liu Haoyu’s face.
“What kind of artifact spirit is this… it couldn’t be that Qin Liu’s foot odor turned into a spirit, right? No, Qin Liu’s feet don’t smell either.”
Black Book: …
At this moment, the book alarm suddenly seemed to go off.
“Black Book, do you have any clues?”
Hearing Liu Haoyu’s question, the Black Book said calmly.
“You only need to know that these shoes can fight the Night Walker on even terms.”
“That strong?”
Liu Haoyu had seen the power of these embroidered shoes before. Not only could they resist the red gate, but they also had crushing damage against ordinary fierce ghosts.
But he just didn’t understand where this thing came from.
Human curiosity is hard to satisfy, but when Liu Haoyu shifted his gaze to the Black Book, the book chose to remain silent.
And silently gave Liu Haoyu the middle finger.
“Grass (a type of plant).”
Seeing that the Black Book didn’t want to answer, Liu Haoyu helplessly put the embroidered shoes back into his pocket.
Then, he started to walk up the mountain.
Along the way, he encountered many lonely souls and ghosts, but when Liu Haoyu took out the embroidered shoes, the faces of these ghosts turned green, and they ran around screaming in fear.
If it weren’t for these shoes, Liu Haoyu estimated that it would have taken a lot of effort just to get up the mountain, and by the time he reached the dilapidated temple, he would have been half dead from exhaustion.
What’s more, Liu Haoyu arrived at the highest point of Ye Shangfeng.
The temple was still standing there quietly.
After reaching this point, the temperature in the mountains was already very low, and the cold wind that occasionally blew around made Liu Haoyu involuntarily shiver.
“I wonder if the Long-Tongued Ghost is still here…”
But logically, it should have already left.
Muttering to himself, Liu Haoyu walked to the dry well.
And when he arrived at the dry well, he found that the rope was still there, and there were new marks on the edge of the well.
Liu Haoyu checked the edge, and a question involuntarily arose in his mind.
Who climbed down?
Could it be…
As Liu Haoyu was thinking, he suddenly heard a strange sound from inside the temple.
The sound was very faint, and seemed a little fearful.
Who is it?
Liu Haoyu immediately shone the flashlight over, and then saw a white shadow peeking its head out.
“Why are you still here?”
Liu Haoyu did not expect the Long-Tongued Ghost to have not left.
And the latter, seeing that it was Liu Haoyu, also breathed a sigh of relief.
It walked out of the darkness and asked a little confusedly.
“Didn’t you go into the bottom of the well?”
“There’s another exit down here… As for you, why are you trembling?”
Facing Liu Haoyu’s question, the Long-Tongued Ghost trembled. It seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and its eyes were a little frightened.
“I finally know why no one dares to approach this place…”
“What did you see?”
“A monster! A monster with stitches all over its body. Just seeing it made me feel like I was going to die!”
Hearing this, Liu Haoyu realized something.
Especially the new marks at the well.
He quickly asked.
“Wait, it didn’t go down to the bottom of the well, did it?!”
“Ah… yes, how did you know?”
“Damn!”
———-
At the same time, in the Night God Palace underground.
The fierce battle had long since turned the place into ruins, and the battle between Liu Jianjun and Wu Yixuan had also ended.
His figure had become extremely dim, but he had won this battle.
A ball of ghost fire ignited in his hand, illuminating Wu Yixuan’s distorted face. Looking at his familiar old friend, Liu Jianjun felt a lump in his throat and couldn’t say a word.
“Old Wu…”
After a whole day of fighting, he was also exhausted. He simply swept away the Blood Vine Gu chopped into pieces on the ground and sat down.
“Alas…”
Liu Jianjun reached out, trying to remove the hilt of the peach wood sword that Wu Yixuan was gripping tightly.
But the old man’s hand was as if glued together, and no matter how hard Liu Jianjun tried, he couldn’t pry it open.
No one knew how tragic a battle he had experienced in his life. Even though only the hilt of the peach wood sword remained, he had not given up his determination to resist.
“Old Liu, kill… me…”
Wu Yixuan, who should have been dead, suddenly spoke. The Blood Vine Gu wriggled in his throat, twisting his voice into a beast-like roar.
“Old Wu?”
Liu Jianjun was stunned. He didn’t expect Wu Yixuan to still retain a trace of divine consciousness.
Wu Yixuan’s hand, which was tightly holding the sword hilt, slowly lifted, trying to stab himself in the heart, but he couldn’t exert any strength. In the end, the broken sword fell powerlessly to the ground.
“Kill… me… I can’t… become a ghost slave…”
Hearing Wu Yixuan’s words, Liu Jianjun was silent for a moment, then picked up the broken sword from the ground and fiercely stabbed it into Wu Yixuan’s chest.
“Thank you…”
Wu Yixuan used his last bit of strength, uttered two indistinct words, and then completely fell down, without making a sound.
His soul had been gnawed away by the Blood Vine Gu. After the peach wood sword for exorcising evil spirits pierced his heart, not a trace remained.
Liu Jianjun looked at his old friend, with whom he had been for more than twenty years, just like this, and his mood was quite low.
“Old Deng is gone…”
“Old Wu, you’re gone too…”
“In the end, it’s me, who died the earliest, who is still left in the world of the living.”
Liu Jianjun’s voice murmured, almost choked with emotion.
“After I finish dealing with things here, I should go down and accompany you.”
Saying that, the white figure stood up, exhausted, and placed the ghost fire in his hand on Wu Yixuan’s chest.
The flames devoured the old man’s corpse.
The remains of his old friend turned into ashes in the flames.
“Old Wu, have a good journey.”
The battle here was over. He needed to find a place to rest first, and then try to contact his foolish son, Liu Haoyu.
“I wonder if he saved that daughter-in-law.”
The white figure staggered towards the exit of the Night God Palace.
And at this moment, a burst of inexplicable chill shot straight to his head.
It was as if something terrifying was staring at him.
Liu Jianjun immediately picked up the peach wood sword and pointed its edge towards the darkness.
A moment later, footsteps could be heard.
“Tsk tsk~ What a magnificent scene of brothers killing each other.”
“Night Walker, it’s you again…”
