Chapter 397 Ghoul Characteristics

A hand was placed on the right hand of the man in the windbreaker and flicked lightly.

Instantly, the Wisdom Eclipse Sword in his hand was flicked away.

Without the Wisdom Eclipse Sword to stimulate the body's potential.

The man in the windbreaker gradually became weaker, his eyes widened, and his body became stiff.

"Hmm... It's really a magic sword."

This sword seemed to be able to judge people by their skills. In the evening, I didn't feel anything when holding the Wisdom Eclipse Sword.

Now, having just absorbed the vitality of the man in the windbreaker, it was extremely excited in Han Ning's hand, and the hilt kept stimulating bloodthirsty and violent emotions, trying to infect Han Ning's mind.

But this "violent" negative emotion seemed vulnerable in front of Han Ning's Xuanyue quality mental power.

He easily got rid of the negative emotions of the Wisdom Eclipse and exhaled the panel.

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Material name: Demon Sword Wisdom Eclipse (imitation)

Rareness: Extraordinary

Introduction: An imitation made from the fragments of the Demon Sword Wisdom Eclipse, with greater side effects.

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"Is this a replica? The real Huixi should have the ability of Sequence 5 or above."

Han Ning is not a transcendent who uses his physical body to fight, so it is useless for him to hold this sword.

He directly tried to let the panel absorb the energy inside.

[Huixi (imitation) has a trace of intelligence, and its spirit must be killed before it can be absorbed. 】

Seeing this, Han Ning's mind probed into the interior of the Huixi sword.

A sea of ​​blood and corpses came over.

Having experienced the baptism of the Babel Tower illusion, he did not even have an expression when facing such a small scene.

The mental power formed a sharp blade at will, strangling the inside of the sword fiercely.

In an instant, all illusions disappeared.

The whole sword glowed with a light blue halo, and then showed signs of weathering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, it became a shining, murderous demon sword.

It became scrap metal that even garbage stations would not accept.

[Energy +207]

In the current situation, 207 energy points is a considerable income.

Han Ning thought about it and decided to add this energy to the egg pancake.

The egg pancake has been fighting with him for a long time and has rich combat experience. It is the most cost-effective to improve its strength.

207 energy points are converted into about 70 attribute points, which improve the physical and spiritual energy of the egg pancake respectively.

A burst of cold air emerged.

The strength of the egg pancake was successfully improved to Awakening II.

With the improvement of affinity with the water system, the egg pancake's perception of the water element seems to have reached a higher level.

It was surrounded by cold air, and began to do the work of compressing spiritual energy of the lord-level soul beast with the strength of the awakening level.

The strong physique brought by the power of the dragon gave its body a preliminary carrying capacity for the flushing of spiritual energy.

Puff!

A muffled sound that penetrated the flesh and blood sounded.

Four exquisite little claws brought out strands of blood and appeared in the abdomen of the egg pancake.

The highly compressed water spiritual energy was absorbed into its body.

Driving its strength, it once again leaped from Awakening II to Awakening IV in one fell swoop, until this body could no longer bear it and stopped.

"Ha~"

The cold air permeated the silent ancient streets.

A frost dragon over 20 meters long, soaring in the air, hovered in the air.

The egg pancake raised its head proudly.

It's back! This powerful feeling is back a little bit!

Li Changxi stared at this scene blankly, his Adam's apple rolling subconsciously.

"Woof~"

Shuangyu looked at the majestic figure of the egg pancake, then looked down at his furry body that was about the same size as an ordinary puppy, and a trace of desire appeared in his eyes.

"Gu~"

The little fat silkworm tilted his head, and the operation of the egg pancake clearly reminded it.

It tried to gather dark elements, compress spiritual energy, and break through the shackles of its own body.

The result...

Puff puff puff!

The strong chest and bird legs were like a balloon filled with water being punctured.

Slim and long blood columns spurted out.

"Gu!!"

The little fat silkworm was so scared when he saw this scene that he dared not compress energy anymore.

"Little fat silkworm, your body may look strong, but it is not resistant enough to spiritual energy. When I gather some more energy, I will help you strengthen your body."

Han Ning scanned it with his mind and found something unusual, and quickly comforted it with mental communication.

"Gu~"

"Mr. Han, the ruins will be opened soon, what should we do with this woman?"

"Whatever you want."

Han Ning glanced at the charming woman who was tied up and said.

...

Li Changxi threw the woman into a corner casually like throwing away garbage.

The two quickened their pace and walked through the rugged path.

Under the hillside full of buildings.

The mist dissipated.

The steps covered with dead branches and leaves, the shabby lanterns swaying in the wind, and the vermilion gate with mottled paint.

The candlelight flickered in the lanterns, as if someone really lived there.

Li Changxi stepped forward and knocked on the door:

"Knock knock knock~ Is there anyone?

"Pa pa pa, is anyone there? "

"Doing a script-killing game..."

Han Ning looked at the sky in the distance. The light was dim and the wind and rain were coming.

This relic is really interesting. The way to enter is the same as Open Sesame, and you need to shout a specific sentence.

Li Changxi was completely immersed in the play, pretending to be anxious and running around in front of the gate.

Just when he was about to peek through the crack in the door to see if there was anyone in the yard, the door creaked open.

A wrinkled and expressionless old woman's face appeared behind the door.

"What's the matter, sir?" The old woman's voice was hoarse and slow, as if there was something in her throat.

"Ahem!" Li Changxi was "startled" by a wrinkled old face that suddenly appeared. He pointed at Han Ning behind him with an uncertain look and said politely, "It's getting late. I'm passing by your place. Can I ask the host for a night?"

The old woman swept the two of them with her cloudy eyes and said slowly to Li Changxi:

"Sir, please wait a moment. I'll go back and ask the host."

"Thank you, old man."

Wait for the old woman to close the door.

Li Changxi immediately turned his head:

"This way to enter the ruins was found in the local county annals. If the way is wrong, the monster inside will never open the door."

After about a few minutes, the door opened again, and the old woman nodded to the two: "Come in."

Around the screen wall, a slightly dilapidated courtyard came into view.

There were black and mottled rain marks on the courtyard wall, and moss was crawling in the gaps between the bricks and stones in the corners.

A lantern was hung under the eaves, emitting a dim light.

The old woman led them to the southern side rooms and said, "My master is very happy to hear that guests are coming. He has asked the kitchen to prepare food. Please rest for a while."

Han Ning did not speak, relying entirely on Li Changxi's guidance.

Li Changxi nodded slightly: "Thank you very much."

When Fang Fu stepped into the living room, he saw a round table in the middle of the hall, and the candlelight illuminated the hall brightly.

Maids and servants kept bringing plates of delicious dishes to the table.

A young and beautiful woman wearing a snow-white double-breasted shirt and a green skirt sat at the main seat of the big table.

Seeing the two people enter the hall, she stood up and bowed to them, saying, "My humble home is simple, please don't mind, guests."

The voice was charming, like a cat's claw scratching his heart.

Han Ning noticed that Li Changxi, who was standing next to him, was breathing much faster.

"At least there is a pressure from the second level close to the third level. No wonder Li Changxi had a hard time resisting."

Feeling the charming spiritual power coming towards him, he was a little alert.

He did not immediately help Li Changxi resolve the dilemma.

"No problem, no problem, the host is too polite." Li Changxi was sweating and saluted stiffly.

The hostess smiled slightly and said, "Please take your seats, two guests."

"Please wait for a moment, there is another group of guests."

"Oh? There are others?" Han Ning raised his eyebrows.

Li Changxi pursed his lips and did not speak, and the sweat on his head slid down like raindrops.

Not long after.

The door creaked open.

A burst of heated conversation suddenly sounded without any warning.

Three men in their 20s and 30s wearing jackets walked in with a smile.

Seeing this, the hostess immediately stood up to greet them: "Three distinguished guests, please take a seat!"

"Thank you, host!"

The three men seemed not to see Han Ning and others, and sat directly beside them.

Li Changxi, who was trembling slightly and keeping silent, looked extremely ugly when he saw the three people around him.

He wanted to say something, but his mouth seemed to be sealed by glue, so he could only wink at Han Ning.

Han Ning gave him a reassuring look and continued to watch the show.

At this point, the hostess smiled: "Please invite the guests to eat."

Han Ning stared at the delicious food on the table, his hands motionless.

This scene reminded him of a horror movie he had seen before.

Who knows what dead insects and rotten tributes are used to transform the delicacies on the table.

The host and the guest exchanged a few words, and someone raised his own question:

"Why don't you see the elders of the girl's family?"

In this feudal era, it was still a bit strange for a woman to entertain guests alone.

The woman smiled and said: "The elders in the family are old and unwell, and they have already rested."

Everyone said "oh", indicating that they understood, and as guests, it was inconvenient to ask further questions.

After a few drinks, the atmosphere gradually became heated. A middle-aged man with pockmarks on his face and black and yellow teeth among the three people made a fool of himself when he saw that the woman's elders were not present: "May I ask how old the young lady is and whether she is married?"

"This, an old pervert..." Han Ning, who was sitting next to him, muttered in his heart.

Hearing these explicit words, the woman looked shy, and her pink face looked particularly charming under the candlelight.

Her rosy little mouth opened slightly, and her tone was a little angry: "This guest, how abrupt."

The man laughed and laughed, with an intoxicated and enjoyable expression on his face, and asked a few more private questions. The woman was hesitant and blushed.

"Enough!"

A young man who looked relatively young and handsome picked up the wine glass, stood up and bowed to the woman, apologetically,

"Master, my companion is a rough man, just treat him as a dog barking, don't take it to heart, I will punish myself with three cups."

After three cups of water and wine, he shouted at his companion: "Ma Laosan, why don't you apologize to the master."

"Miss, I'm sorry, I'm outspoken, slap my mouth, slap my mouth." Ma Laosan also stood up, pretending to raise his hand and slapped himself twice in the face.

The force was so light that it might not even kill a mosquito.

"Well." The woman blushed and lowered her head, not looking at him.

Apart from this episode, dinner was still quite pleasant, and some people even looked back every few steps after dinner and returned to the wing room.

Wow!

The heavy rain poured down.

Han Ning was led to the next wing room by the old woman.

After the door was closed, Li Changxi finally breathed in deep breaths, like a man who had been holding his breath to the limit and finally breathed in fresh air:

"The three people just now were my former companions. They... I'm afraid they have been killed by the monster..."

"It was that old Ma who spoke rudely and angered the monster, causing us to be attacked."

"Unfortunately, it's more than 99% likely." Han Ning walked to the window sill and looked at the courtyard that was completely plunged into darkness, and said coldly.

"Do you have any other clues?"

"I'm not too sure. When I entered here, my mind was in a trance."

"It was like being drunk. In a daze, I felt that my other three companions gradually disappeared."

"By the time I found something wrong, they had all disappeared."

"Fortunately, I had the talisman left by my master before his death, so I escaped."

Since entering the ruins, Li Changxi has gradually become the crazy look that Han Ning saw him for the first time.

His eyes were bloodshot and his facial muscles kept twitching.

"I know, you rest here and don't run around."

He moved his mind, and the white illusory mental shield enveloped Li Changxi's body.

…

Outside the house, the wind stopped and the rain stopped. A thin mist rose at night. Han Ning walked in the yard. It was as if a layer of gauze covered his eyes. There was no light source to point the direction in the darkness.

"Hmm? What sound?"

Faintly, he heard a series of indescribable sounds coming from a house not far away.

Han Ning felt that the sound was familiar. He followed the sound and walked to a door.

The panting sound beside his ear became clearer and he looked into the house through the crack of the door.

At this time, moonlight appeared in the dark environment again.

The pale moonlight shone through the cracks of the door and windows, casting two distorted shadows on the wall.

One was a man's figure that kept shaking.

The other shadow was motionless, as if it was still.

His eyes slid down.

On the bed, Ma Laosan, who had previously teased the hostess, was kneeling on the bed.

Under Ma Laosan, there was a figure lying.

It was a paper man with red cheeks and lifeless eyes.

Between the two, there was a beautiful face that appeared from time to time.

Her bright red lips slightly opened and closed against Ma Er's face, as if sucking something.

Ma Lao San, who was being sucked, trembled all over, with a comfortable expression on his face.

"Not dead yet?"

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from the darkness and gently rested on Han Ning's shoulders.

He turned around expressionlessly.

An old woman with a pale face and deep eye sockets looked at him face to face.

"What are you doing here, guest?" The old woman seemed not to see his expression, and her voice remained calm.

"If my mental power was only level three, I'm afraid this would be a very dangerous place."

Han Ning felt that if the danger factor was excluded, the illusion in front of him could be opened in a horror-themed secret room in the city and make a lot of money.

He stretched out his palm and swept it casually like swatting a fly.

Pah!

The old woman instantly turned into a gray remnant soul that exploded.

Everything around fell into dead silence.

"Tap tap tap"

Light footsteps came from the mist.

In the puddles on the ground, a pair of bright red embroidered shoes and ankles as white as cream were reflected.

She was wearing a long blue skirt, a snow-white double-breasted shirt, and a pale face with a hint of cyan. She was the beautiful hostess.