Fifteen days have passed since the source was restricted, and the detention operations in various places have still not stopped. Although the terror of the ghosts has been restricted, their immortality still exists.

Daming City.

The storytelling here lasted for fifteen days, and the forced trading also lasted for fifteen days. Of course, there were also a lot of casualties in Daming City, but this was insignificant to the overall situation.

Deep underground, inside that ball of gold mixed with mortality.

A soft sigh sounded, and then, a charming and innocent woman slowly stood up.

Niran touched the corner of her eyes. She didn't know why she could always feel a sad atmosphere lingering in her heart. It seemed that something extremely important... was lost.

This feeling is very familiar, as if I had lost the same thing many years ago, and I was so sad at the time.

She thought of a possibility, but she denied it the next moment. Niran murmured: "No...impossible...he has succeeded. Nothing in the world can threaten him."

..."

But the sadness in my heart became more and more intense, and a feeling of uneasiness emerged from my heart.

She looked around, quickly stood up and looked at the surrounding arrangements: "Is it...no...impossible..."

As she murmured, she stretched out her hand and pulled out a piece of gold. Suddenly, a powerful supernatural wave flashed through and then slowly disappeared, and a piece of paper containing the supernatural slowly fell to the ground.

The feeling of uneasiness became more and more intense, and Niran's eyes became moist unconsciously.

Her slender hand brushed the corners of her eyes again, groping for this wisp of moisture: "No...it won't..."

Niran reached out again and the second layer of gold was peeled off, and the next moment she disappeared from the spot.

When she reappeared, she was already on the ground. Her eyes looked directly at Nan who was telling a story. Without the slightest hesitation, the fluctuations in the ghost realm flashed through again.

"Where is he? Where is he?" Ni Ran's tone was very anxious, one hand had already grabbed Nan's arm, and Nan's arm suddenly appeared slightly deformed.

The number of fierce ghosts around them, which had increased to thousands, seemed a little restless at the moment when the sound of storytelling was interrupted.

Nan was silent, and some of the ghosts in the audience had slowly stood up. Even the nearest ghost had stretched out his hand towards Ni Ran. This was a sign that the pattern was triggered.

But Ni Ran ignored the meaning of the ghost at the moment. The hairpin on her head rustled, a dagger flew out of the dark red cheongsam, and the ghost behind disappeared directly.

This is...the connection with reality has been cut off, and it has been sent directly to the place where it originally was!

"He took back his own body. He carried the will of everyone to the source of the supernatural, intending to suppress the source by himself. He succeeded, and the ghost was weakened, but he seemed to have failed again. He did not come back, no

, he can come back, no, he can’t come back..."

Nan's storyteller's voice continued to sound, and the restless ghosts around him were calmed down at this moment. The ghosts who were about to stand up from their sitting positions slowly sat down again, as if as long as the storyteller was willing to tell, they were willing to listen.

But Niran's eyes slowly turned empty. She lowered her hands feebly and her body slowly fell. It seemed that at this moment, her powerful supernatural power no longer worked.

A hint of sadness flashed deep in Nan's eyes, but then he returned to telling the story.

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The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard, and Ni Ran lay quietly on the ground, her bright eyes turned deathly gray at this moment, and she murmured: "This is the second time I have lost you... No.

....This is not true...."

Dark red light soared into the sky from her body, and an extremely powerful and cold aura hovered over Daming City.

That is Niran's current power. The fusion of two S-class ghosts gives her unlimited possibilities. It is an unprecedented path.

The next moment, an almost wailing roar sounded from the dark red ghost realm: "No...impossible...liars...you are all liars..."

The dark red ghost realm pulled into a straight line with unparalleled momentum and rushed towards the Antarctic, breaking through all the supernatural obstacles encountered along the way.

Ghost power....the ghost of power....

The distance seems so weak at this moment, thousands of miles apart in an instant.

Niran's figure appeared with dull eyes, the hairpin on the back of her head trembled slightly, and the supernatural connection was revealed at this moment.

She also saw the person she longed for and what he left behind.

It was a copper coin, lying quietly on the ground, blocking all supernatural beings from entering or flowing out.

Niran raised her steps, and a sharp dark red dagger slowly passed through the void next to her. In an instant, a vertical eye-shaped space crack appeared.

Without the slightest hesitation, Niran walked into it.

When she appeared again, what she saw completely shattered any hope she had.

A solitary grave...a stick...and a ring on the top of the stick.

She stepped forward slowly, but the pace of the top ghost master seemed a little staggering at this moment.

One of her hands slowly stretched out and gradually touched the simple ring.

Niran's eyes closed, and a trace of tears streaked from the corner of her eyes...

The moment she touched the ring, a trace of scarlet flashed in the center of her forehead.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed through his gray and lifeless eyes.

...........

Fifty years later.

Dajing City, on a building.

An old man with a cane was quietly watching the farce below.

Suddenly a flash of scarlet flashed, and a young man appeared on the top of the rooftop, standing next to the old man and following him as he looked down.

"Aren't you going to take care of it?" The corners of the young man's mouth curled up slightly, and the third eye on his forehead moved restlessly, seeming to be very interested in the fight below.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You, the law enforcement captain, don't care, so why should I, Ye, take care of it?" the old man said calmly.

The young man's mouth twitched, he shrugged, didn't say anything, just looked down quietly, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

"Still can't let go?" the young man suddenly asked in silence.

The old man didn't reply, he just watched the juniors in silence.

Suddenly a woman carrying a gold coffin passed by from a distance. She seemed to be looking for something. She looked around from time to time. When her eyes met the young man on the roof, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes, and she disappeared in an instant.

not see.

"Has she not given up yet?" The old man spoke, but his tone was a bit sad.

"Zhu Heng's body carries too many supernatural powers, and it is impossible to recover. It would be the same if he were here... What a pity..." The young man murmured with some complexity in his tone.

"Why...."

After a sigh, the two sides fell into silence again. The fight below became more and more intense. It seemed that the conflict was escalating and was about to enter a fight to the death.

"These young people are really worrying. They are so similar to us back then..." The young man murmured as he looked at the events below.

The old man raised his head, his eyes filled with memories. Suddenly he seemed to see something, and a powerful aura erupted from his whole body.

Immediately afterwards, his body slowly became younger, and a touch of unruliness returned to his eyebrows.

The young man next to him also seemed to feel it. His eyes suddenly raised, and scarlet light burst out, disappearing together with the gray paper dust erupting beside him.
Chapter completed!