As soon as the two of them left the forest, they flew straight to the soul in the distance as if no one was around, surrounding it from left to right. The man in white clothes stretched out his hand to it, and his wide cuffs seemed like a bottomless deep hole, swallowing the soul in one bite.

Bai Bing looked at all this coldly, holding the little soul's palm suddenly tightened, and said loudly: "Who are you?"

The two of them stopped and turned their heads to the same angle, revealing two faces that were exactly the same from facial features to expressions.

Their eyes rolled together, looked Bai Bing up and down, and asked in unison: "Who are you? Why can you see us?"

On the night outside the city, the sky was not as dark as the demon world. There were stars in the sky, and hazy moonlight shining on the earth. The appearance and movements of the black and white men fell completely in Bai Bing's eyes. When they spoke, except for the thin-slit mouths that were extremely small, the other places were still motionless, as if a paper-small person was pulled into his mouth and talking, which made people feel cold in their hearts when they saw it.

The more he looked at them, the more strange he felt. He became more alert, so he stretched out his other hand, held up a ball of Wuwang Karma Fire in the palm of his hand, and introduced himself coldly: "Bai Su, the Demon Realm."

The black and white men looked at each other, and their eyes were all the same Wubo Wulan. It was said that the eye contact was simply lying, but after seeing this, the two of them nodded slightly. The man in black nodded slightly and said, "Hei Wuchang in the Ghost Realm." The man in white nodded and said, "Bai Wuchang in the Ghost Realm."

Bai Bing raised his eyelids, and his slender Danfeng eyes seemed to flash a light, and his tone remained unchanged: "Are you people from the ghost world?"

The two of them had an old problem again and said in unison: "Yes. Impermanence collects souls, and life avoids them."

After saying this, they glanced at the flame in Bai Bing's hand, as if they were quite afraid of it.

Bai Bing spread the hand open, and the soul in the palm of his hand had completely lost its luster, like a ball of black mist that could dissipate at any time.

He said, "Since it's a soul collector, why do you harm them?"

Hei and Bai Wuchang replied without hesitation: "Wuchang will not intentionally hurt any soul. The soul just now did not want to go to the underworld and escaped back to the world privately, so he came to collect it. The soul in your hand was covered by your breath, so we did not notice it, so we accidentally injured it."

Bai Bing's eyebrows slightly frowned, looked at the little soul in his hand, and asked, "Do you think it was a mistake?"

Hei and White Impermanence said again: "The soul-calculating bell only has the effect of soul-calculating, and will not harm the soul. The soul just now is too powerful, so we can use a little heavy hand to control it. But the soul in your hand is very weak and will dissipate without resistance."

The words of Black and White Impermanence seemed to be a verdict. As soon as the words were finished, the soul suddenly dissipated and disappeared into the night.

Bai Bing looked at his palm, and his eyes were chasing him in the air for a while before he recovered. He looked at them with his eyes slanted and said, "It was so scared that it was scattered because of your accidental injury."

Hei and White Impermanence had no regrets. Although he was afraid of the flames in his hands, he still said: "Everything has a cause, and all things follow the principles. When the numerology lets it disappear, it will disappear at this time. Even if it is not because of us, other people will contribute to this result."

Bai Bing sneered and said, "Nothing is said. My life is up to me, but God cannot do anything to me."

Hei and White Impermanence lowered his head and said, "Your numerology may be different. Impermanence cannot see through it, but others must follow numerology. Impermanence is busy because of this. I hope you don't make things difficult for you."

Bai Bing raised his eyebrows to look at them, and finally remembered what his purpose was. His tone was a little looser, but because of his natural sense of alienation, he still had a condescending voice.

He said, "Do you ghost world master numerology?"

Hei and Bai Wuchang stood up straight at the same time, put his left hand on the back of his right hand, lowering his eyebrows and eyes, but his tone was very arrogant: "Wuchang dares not speak nonsense, we just master one of the links of numerology."

“Which link?”
Chapter completed!