shock!The female supporting role of salted fish is actually a master of cultivating immortals

Chapter 58 58. This is light.

Anyway, the last one can't escape.

Ghosts, the place where all living beings in the world must enter after death. There are countless evil ghosts and souls here. Every year, every month, every day, every hour, every minute and every second, they are fighting each other. There is no smelly blood here. , and there is no rotting corpse, but what is more cruel than this is that once you die under the minions of these evil spirits, there will be no place for you in this world, and your soul will dissipate in this world and become A tiny speck of dust in the air may turn into a wisp of aura that can be refined by everyone.

Countless ghosts have stayed in this devil's hell since they died. They want to escape here all the time, but only powerful ghost bodies can get out.

In order to survive, they can only keep fighting and devouring, every minute and every second is oppressive, and the melee fighting destroys their will all the time.

They can no longer remember how long they have survived here.

They only know that if there is a slight slack, it will disappear, completely disappear.

They don't know why this happened, why they can't enter heaven after death, but come to this terrible hell instead.

They used to be angry and desperate, but now they have become numb. They have even forgotten their own past, the deep hatred, love and hatred when they were alive, and abandoned all the past, becoming only one Killing ghosts.
On that day, a bright light suddenly came down from the dark sky.

All the ghost bodies looked up, and even stopped all movements.

The ghost was rarely quiet for a moment.

They no longer remember what sunshine looks like.

Is this light?

This is light.

Is there a god to save them?
In the countless numb eyes, the emotion called anticipation flickered again.

In the light, two tall figures walked slowly.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Bai Yi looked around: "I haven't been here for so many years, I didn't expect it to become like this."

Hei Yi looked at the ghosts below indifferently: "Ah, yes, do you want to release them all?"

"Let's let the strong ones go out, and the weak ones stay. Ah, by the way, haven't the scholar already caught a lot of escaped evil spirits?"

"Is there any ghost that can escape from the ghost?"

"It's just a bug that I forgot to fix at the beginning."

Bai Yi looked at the ghosts below, and pointed to the radiant little hole above: "Those who are capable, escape, and play as you like, I only have one request, the more chaos the better, if you can do it." Are you there?"

None of the ghost bodies below made a sound, but instead turned into streaks of black mist, flying straight into the sky like moths to a flame.

As long as they get out of this ghost place, they are willing to do anything!

Tens of thousands of black mist rushed towards the small hole one after another, scrambling to be the first, making people dazzled. There seemed to be no gaps in the air. Looking around, the ghosts and monsters were vast, and there were so many black mist, densely packed, countless.

Some black mist escaped successfully, and some weak black mist were beaten back by the light and fell to the ground.

I don't know how long this scene lasted, and it didn't stop when Bai Yi and Hei Yi left.

"It's bad, it's bad! The lady vomited blood!"

"Come on, come on! Go get a doctor!"

"Go and report to the Patriarch!"

In Luo Juan's small courtyard, the scene was in chaos.

Luo Juan woke up from a coma, opened his eyes tiredly, and found many people standing around, Xiaoqing squatted on her bedside with tears in her eyes, covering her mouth, her eyes were red, as if she had some terminal illness.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, a mouthful of blood suddenly rushed into her throat, and mouthfuls of blood gushed out.

Xiaoqing burst into tears, and wiped the handkerchief in a hurry: "Miss! Miss! Wooooooooow."

Luo Juan blinked weakly, and wanted to raise her hand, but she didn't have much strength, but it was strange that she couldn't feel anything other than exhaustion and lack of strength.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　　Luo Juan lay weakly on the bed, stretched out his hand tremblingly, vomited blood, and tore his throat: "Recommendation. Ticket."

　　


(End of this chapter)