Chapter 415: Buddha's Fate (22)

Although I can't bear it.

But Fanxiu knew that he must not be soft-hearted.

If this female ghost can't be dissipated, then the souls of the people in this city will be trapped here forever, and they will live forever and never be reborn.

And he and Jiang Si will also be trapped in this place and must die.

At the last moment before her soul flew away, the female ghost in red turned into her former appearance, which was different from the skinny little girl just now.

Xiaowei's current appearance is very beautiful, her eyes are full of innocence, her eyes are as green as flowers, and her eyes and brows are full of girlish timidity.

She seems to have regained her sanity.

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

Facing Fu Yue and Fanxiu.

I said sorry softly.

...

The illusion was shattered, the space in front of him twisted and changed, and finally turned into pieces, 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 sank very early, and the scenery on the ground was difficult to distinguish.

The stars seem to be afraid of the cold, and they seem to be afraid of the wind, and they all disappear 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, trying to break free slightly, but the grip was getting tighter.

The monk in snow clothes didn't say anything more.

Let the banshee hold her hand.

Fu Yue blinked, and she looked at everything around her before realizing that she had returned to reality, and she let go of her heart slightly.

For everything just now.

Fu Yue didn't understand a few things.

She asked honestly: "That Xiaowei said that everyone in that small town is dead, so why are they still afraid of ghosts? It's as if... those people still think they are alive."

Fanxiu continued to look at the hand he was holding, and then replied.

"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 has the power to create an illusion. In that illusion, she is the rule. She turns into a ghost, kills a person every night, and makes the whole city , living in pain and fear forever."

"It goes on and on and on and on."

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

"You humans are terrible."

Fanxiu: "..."

He glanced at the empty hand, then shifted his gaze again, and landed on his white wrist. The string of jet-black prayer beads was still in place, motionless.

This seemed to tell him that everything he experienced just now was an illusion.

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

"What's wrong?"

The red-clothed evildoer smiled maliciously, and looked at him eagerly, "Fanxiu, holy monk? Look, we have been in that illusion for several days, and we are so familiar..."

"Look, my restriction, can you accommodate me...to remove it?"

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

Being stared at so straightly, the eyelashes of the snow-clothed monk trembled, "You..."

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

Temporarily itching to write a short horror story...although it doesn't seem too scary

Hahaha, see you later