Tao Siwen pulled her girlfriend out of the museum.

The tall girl saw that her friend was really annoyed and quickly joked around, pretending to be pitiful. Tao Siwen was originally unhappy, but she had no choice but to sigh and forgive her. She looked at the yellow talisman in her hand and thought about throwing it away, but she felt that it was not a good idea to casually discard such things. So she decided to keep it for now.

It was just dark, and the modern city was becoming lively. People finished their work for the day, and the atmosphere in the city became more relaxed. Tao Siwen and her friend walked around the streets for more than two hours, shopping and eating snacks. As modern people and young ones at that, they had forgotten about those supernatural stories for the time being. As for Wei Yuan's advice, Tao Siwen just thought of it as a way to attract customers, like those fortune-telling old men in the village who always say that your luck is bad.

Because Tao Siwen's home was a little far away, she and her friend parted ways around 9 o'clock and went home separately. If she took the No.11 bus, she would only need to walk a short distance after getting off. On the bus, Tao Siwen opened her phone and watched a movie for a while, not noticing anything strange.

When she got off the bus and walked alone on the road, the excitement from playing with her friend and the emotional stimulation from the movie gradually faded away, and she began to feel a bit strange. The surroundings were silent, and she could only hear the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and her own footsteps.

Tap, tap, tap...

Tao Siwen began to feel a little scared. Suddenly, she remembered what the museum owner had said earlier in the day.

"...please don't be alone recently. If you have to walk alone at night, remember not to look back."

Although she hadn't cared about it earlier, the memory suddenly became vivid in her mind. The dim sunlight shining through the window, the gentle and admonishing look of the museum owner, and the old wooden frame with peeling paint all became clear in her mind.

It's all fake, fake.

There's no such thing as supernatural things in this world.

Although she thought this way, Tao Siwen couldn't help but quicken her pace, wanting to go home and bury herself in her bed. After walking about a hundred meters, she suddenly saw a woman standing in front of her. The woman was wearing a white dress, and she looked uncomfortable in the night. Tao Siwen moved slightly to the side and continued walking forward.When she left, her body was tense, as if she would jump at any moment. When she passed the woman without incident, she breathed a sigh of relief and realized she was covered in cold sweat. She felt like she had passed a difficult test and her footsteps became lighter. However, after walking fifty meters, she saw a white figure ahead and her face turned pale. It was the same woman in white who stared blankly ahead.

Tao Siwen's brain lost its ability to think for a moment, and she felt cold all over. She hurriedly lowered her head and walked faster. When she saw the woman for the third time, she felt like she could still see her standing twenty meters behind her if she turned around. Tao Siwen's body trembled slightly, and she had an urgent desire to turn around and look, but she remembered what the owner of the inn had said and refused to look back. She almost stumbled past the third woman, tears in her eyes and her mind on the verge of collapsing from fear.

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"Help me, help me..." she cried out to anyone who could hear her.

A clear and pleasant voice came from behind her: "Siwen, wait for me, wait for me."

"I thought about it, and I'll take you home..."

It was Tongtong! Tao Siwen thought of the tall and enthusiastic girl and almost burst into tears of joy. She turned around without thinking.

And faced a dead, cold face.

...

Dong Yuxuan, now a ghost, looked coldly at her prey. She was fair-skinned, young, beautiful, and innocent, just like she used to be. She wanted to get her "skin" back first before seeking revenge. Her original body had fallen off a mountain and was no longer usable. A new body was necessary. She looked at the girl's face, her eyes full of greed and ferocity, and her short knife touched the girl's forehead.

Just as she was about to strike, the girl finally broke down and sat on the ground, crying softly: "Dad, Mom, save me..."

Dong Yuxuan's movements suddenly froze, memories of her human life flooding back.

"Mom, I can take care of myself."

"Oh, don't worry about me..."

"I'll come back to see you and Dad this year, take care."Dong Yu's face, which had already turned into a ghost, twisted and struggled.

"This is my skin...

No, it's not, it's not...

She looked at the crying girl, and in her eyes, she saw herself when she was kidnapped to the mountain, deprived of her 'skin' and her original life. Now, she was about to take away this child's skin and life. What was the difference between her and those people?

The knife in her hand slowly fell, but the instinct of the ghost creature for flesh and skin was also affecting her. The blade lifted slightly again, and then suddenly pressed down violently. Just as she struggled, a sound of breaking through the air sounded.

A black shadow with a quite fierce momentum smashed down from the left.

Dong Yu, who was originally just an ordinary person, subconsciously blocked it and stopped the incoming object from hitting her. It turned out to be a scabbard.

Immediately, a clear and melodious voice sounded, and a silver light stabbed forward at an extremely fast speed.

The knife, which had been transformed into a Yin creature, lifted up and collided with the silver light. After all, it contained Yin energy, causing the sword body to tremble and hum. The person attacking stopped the sword with one finger, and the trembling suddenly stopped. The burning air spread out, directly breaking a hole in the Yin energy on the knife.

Dong Yu groaned and took a half step back.

Wei Yuan landed between the ghost creature and Tao Siwen.

"It's a good thing I followed you out..."

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He had already taken out a calming and soothing talisman in his left hand, shaking it and sticking it on Tao Siwen's head, letting her calm down from the harmful state of mental collapse. Then he took out a talisman to break evil spirits, silently reciting the spell, and swept it over the sword. In the dark night, there was a faint burning light emitting from the eight-sided Han sword.

Tao Siwen slowly calmed down, her tear-filled eyes looking up at the museum owner standing in front of her.

In his hand was the sword hanging on the wall.

And the ghost on the opposite side was completely afraid, not daring to approach.

She widened her eyes.

"This, this is..."

Wei Yuan's Han sword suddenly shook, and he stepped forward.

After all, he had already fought with many ghosts, most of which were stronger than the initial birth of this monster. Wei Yuan could maintain his composure when facing these strange creatures and his swordsmanship was played out to the fullest. At the moment, he changed his sword style between the light and agile Dragon Sword style and the heavy and solemn War Formation Sword style. After just a dozen or so rounds, the monster in front of him showed signs of defeat.

Wei Yuan seized the opportunity, and with a sudden flick of his left hand from behind his waist, the broken sword suddenly slashed out.

The sound of breaking through the air was low and fierce.In the original Lingdong Sword Technique, a sudden broken sword swiftly slashed, and Dong Yu, who was unprepared, had her short knife cut off and flew out. At the same time, Wei Yuan stepped forward, holding the sword up diagonally, and directly slashed at the ghost's throat. Dong Yu still had her instinct from when she was alive and unconsciously tilted her neck to avoid it.

At the same time, Wei Yuan's left hand had already sheathed the sword, and his five fingers slightly contracted, revealing a talisman. He suddenly grabbed Dong Yu's arm.

Divine power to expel ghosts.

Dong Yu had only been born for a short time, and she had just struggled internally, making her soul unstable for a moment.

Wei Yuan felt a moment of dizziness, and suddenly a series of images flashed through his mind.

Those were memories from the disintegrating soul.

College, parents, travel.

Being kidnapped and sold.

The creaking wooden bed, the man's red eyes, and the suddenly raised palm.

The last hope was burned clean.

Thrown down the mountain.

This was the obsession of the ghost. It was Wei Yuan's first encounter with such a newly born ghost. He let out a muffled hum and unconsciously let go of his hand. Dong Yu was also forced to recall her past, raising her hands to cover her head and letting out a mournful wail. Then she suddenly disintegrated, and her aura disappeared in an instant.

Wei Yuan looked up.

Enduring the headache, he took the Thousand Miles Tracking Talisman from his waist and shook it vigorously.

The surrounding environment became clearer, and he could faintly see that Dong Yu's aura had already gone far away.

Wei Yuan recalled the images he had just seen, and his eyes turned cold.

Human trafficking...

Damn it.

He put the sword back into its sheath.

Tao Siwen was still a little stunned. Wei Yuan took her to a crowded place, and just a few more steps would be her home. It was only then that Tao Siwen came back to her senses and stammered, "You, you are..."

Wei Yuan said, "I'm the one who was at the museum. Don't worry about it. Go home quickly."

He turned his head and looked in the direction where Dong Yu had disappeared.

The human body is heavy, while the ghost body is light, able to ride the yin wind.

It was impossible to catch up with a ghost with a flesh and blood body.

The Heavenly Master's Mansion had skilled riders who could travel a thousand miles a day, and some could travel eight hundred miles a day, barely able to chase after them. With Wei Yuan's speed, it was impossible to catch up.

Wei Yuan wrapped his sword in a package and stopped a taxi.

"Master, I need a ride."