...

However, compared to the turbid and cold ghost in the forest, this person's soul body is transparent and pure, without any impurities, and there is even a trace of golden light emitted from the inside to the outside of the soul body.

The golden light is as warm and gentle as the sun. Wherever the soul passes, the surrounding dense forests are reflected into a bright golden color, as bright as daytime.

The appearance of this soul shadow was like a drop of cold water entering the oil pan, and the originally silent ghost forest became commotion in an instant.

"Roar! Pure soul! Delicious soul!"

Seeing him, the eyes of low-level ghosts with low IQs turned red instantly.

In their eyes, the pure soul in front of them is like an extremely sweet cake, which makes them drool and want to tear them apart and swallow them immediately.

In the blink of an eye, at least a dozen ghosts roared and rushed towards the golden soul shadow from all directions.

A great tonic thing is definitely a great tonic thing.

However, before they could pounce on the figure and start tearing it up, the figure suddenly raised its head.

He has a face that looks a little vicissitudes, with clear contours of eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes look particularly deep.

Seeing the low-level ghost swarming in, a serious and solemn look suddenly in his originally peaceful eyes, revealing a compassionate sorrow: "I will send you back to the light of the fallen human souls."

After the words came, his lower right hand had already raised, and a golden soul power suddenly burst out from his palm.

The dozen or so white ghosts had just rushed to the figure and were shrill with a shrill scream when the golden light shone.

Blasts of black smoke rose up, and their turbid ghost bodies were quickly corroded in the golden light, melting rapidly like ice and snow, but they were completely melted in an instant, leaving no trace of residue behind.

Deep in the forest, those blue and red high-level ghosts were flying over here. Seeing this, they quickly braked and retracted back to the depths of the forest, hiding and trembling.

The figure glanced at them, then calmly withdrew his gaze, holding the golden light in his hand and continued walking forward.

He doesn't remember who he is, nor where he comes from.

The only memory left in his mind was the scene where he was tied to the stake, the torment of his bones when he was swallowed by the fire, the only sound in his memory was the disdain and humiliation of others for him. Apart from that, he knew nothing and remembered nothing.

But in the dark, there was a voice urging him to go back soon.

Go back soon.

Go back soon...

A strong will supported him to be reborn from the ashes and awaken from chaos, and he knew that he had to go back.

There, there is his past.

There, there are things that he would rather die than regret even if he was tied to the stake and was swallowed by the fire, and would always insist on, that is the destination of his soul.

Only by returning there can he regain his memory and his true self.

He didn't know where it was, so he could only follow the guidance of his heart, stepping through the barren mountains, stepping through the grass, wading through the river, walking, walking, walking, walking...

This time I left, I walked for half a year.

The golden figure looked up and looked forward.

At the end of the sight were dense forests and glittering ghosts, and there was nothing but that, and nothing could be seen.

But he knew that it was close.

After walking for half a year and taking countless detours, he was finally about to return there.

He had already vaguely felt the call from that place, and the heart that should have stopped beating also began to beating vigorously, as if celebrating something.

A hint of hope flashed in his deep eyes, and he followed his heart's guidance and firmly took the next step.

Compared to just now, the pace under his feet slightly accelerated, but it was still as steady as Mount Tai, smooth and firm.

If Wu Hui's Eye of God could see this, he would definitely find that in front of the direction of the soul's advance, there was a building that he was extremely familiar with.

In the forest, only the instinctive low-level ghosts smelled the pure soul emitted from the golden soul shadow, like a cat smelling fishy smell, and continued to rush toward him, and then melted quickly under the golden light in his palm.

Before he knew it, the golden light emitted by the soul power in his hand became more and more brilliant, and the power fluctuations became stronger and stronger.

When he passed through the dense forest and was about to walk out of the Ghost Forest, the dazzling golden light had become as brilliant as the scorching sun, illuminating the entire Ghost Forest with magnificence.

The bright light seems to be able to wipe out all the evil in the world.

As the light passed, the coldness and silence in the forest were instantly washed away, and the air seemed to have been washed by water, and bursts of fragrance of plants and trees came.

When the figure left the Ghost Forest, almost all the ghosts in the Ghost Forest were washed away and became more vibrant than ordinary forests.

The senior ghosts who had been hiding tightly and finally survived looked at the empty ghost forest, looking at each other speechlessly, wanting to cry without tears.

Where did this perverted soul emerge?

After this disaster, it will take at least one or two hundred years to recover your vitality.

...

Just as the golden soul shadow was trekking among the mountains, the civilians in Gru Town were already sleeping, only candlelights were still on the watchtower of the castle, which seemed particularly conspicuous in the quiet night.

In the middle of the town, beside a man-made deep well, the old man who was watching the night was curled up in a corner sheltered with his head bit by bit, and was already drowsy during the long waiting period.

Suddenly.

There was a slight rustling sound from the street, like the sound of a robe slashing across the rammed earth road.

The old man shuddered and opened his eyes alertly.

However, before he could see something clearly, a faint fragrance passed by the tip of his nose. His eyes became confused in an instant, and then he suddenly closed his eyes, tilted his head and fell asleep.

In the darkness, the sound of the earth continued.

After a while, a figure appeared from the corner of the street and walked slowly to the edge of the well.

The figure was wearing a dark purple hooded robe, slender and tall. Through the robe, the graceful body curves could be vaguely seen. He was actually a woman.

Under the moonlight, her sharp jaw was almost transparent, but her lips were red and black. The squirming black lines on her skin emitted a cold light, and her whole body was filled with gloomy and strangeness, which made people shudder.

This woman is actually a dark witch, Miss Judy, who once appeared in the lord's mansion in Lu'an City.

I don’t know what she did, but wrapped in her robe, she seemed to have melted into the night. Along the way, no one noticed her, whether it was the soldiers on the watchtower or the civilians sleeping on the street.

"Ha~ The so-called towns under the protection of the God of Light are nothing more than that~"

A dumb female voice rang in the night.

The woman's weirdly red lips curled up slightly, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her pale face.

The mere pseudo-saint is just pretending to be a ghost, and see how I burst the bubbles you blow out.
Chapter completed!