Although unbearable.

But Brahman knew that he must not be merciful.

If this female ghost can't be scattered, then the souls of the people of this city will be trapped in this place forever, eternal and eternal, and they will not be able to be reborn.

And he and Jiang Ji will also be trapped in this place, and they will not be able to get out unless they die.

At the last moment before her soul was gone, the female ghost in red changed into her former appearance, different from the thin little girl just now.

Xiaowei's current appearance is very beautiful, her eyes are full of innocence, green like flowers and bones, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are all cowardice of a girl.

It was as if she had come to her senses.

Knowing that Fan Xiu and Fu Yue were innocently involved, Xiao Wei lowered her eyes, she was tied up and fell to the ground, this posture was extremely twisted and uncomfortable, she struggled to raise her head.

Facing Fu Yue and Fan Xiu.

Softly said sorry.

……

The illusion shattered, the space in front of him twisted and changed, and finally turned into pieces, and everything fell apart.

Fan Xiu and Fu Yue also returned to reality.

As far as the eye can see, it is a thick night.

The night was as thick as black velvet, there were no stars in the sky, and the night was too dark. The curved first quarter moon had sunk early, and it was difficult to distinguish the scenery on the ground.

The stars seemed to be afraid of the cold, and they seemed to be afraid of the wind, and they all disappeared into the dark sky.

Fan Xiu lowered his eyes, he saw that his hand was still being held by Fu Yue, his snow-white fingers moved, and he tentatively broke free slightly, but he was clenched more and more tightly.

The snow-clad monk didn't say anything more.

Let the banshee take her hand.

Fu Yue blinked, she looked at everything around her, only to realize that she had returned to reality, and her heart was slightly relaxed.

For everything just now.

Fu Yue didn't understand a few things.

She asked honestly, "That Xiaowei said that the people in that small town are dead, so why are they still afraid of ghosts?" It's like...... Those people still feel like they're alive. ”

Van Xiu continued to look at the hand he was holding, and then spoke.

"Those people are indeed dead, they were killed by Xiaowei."

It's just that the resentment in Xiaowei's heart is too strong, so she can also have the strength to create an illusion. In that illusion, she is the rule, she becomes a ghost, kills a person every night, and makes the whole city live in pain and fear forever. ”

"And so on, and so on."

Fu Yue sighed, she naturally withdrew her hand, then touched her chin, sighed, and said quietly.

"You humans are terrible."

Sanskrit: "......"

He glanced at the empty hand, and his gaze shifted again, falling on his white wrist, and the string of black Buddha beads was still in place, unmoved.

It seemed to tell him that everything he had just experienced was an illusion.

Fan Xiu was just about to speak, his sleeves were suddenly pulled, he raised his clean and holy eyes, and looked at Fu Yue with a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

The red-clothed demon smiled a little malice, and looked at him with a blank eye, "Fan Xiu, holy monk? You see, we've been in that illusion for days, and we've all known each other so well......"

"Look, my ban, can you be accommodating...... Got it untied? ”

The red-clothed banshee smiled with crooked eyebrows, and her beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes were shining.

Being stared at so directly, the snow-clad monk's eyelashes trembled, "You ......"

Fu Yue also shook the sleeve of the shirt she was holding in her hand coquettishly.