"In order to adapt to your new identity, I will help you change your name from now on."

Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi both looked stunned.

Yi Lin pointed at Nie Hongxiu: "Xiaohong."

Nie Hongxiu: "..."

After a while, Nie Hongxiu looked resentful: "Thank you, Master."

Bai Xiaoyi's spiritual body was shocked.

Suddenly I had an ominous premonition.

"As for you..." Yi Lin's lips curled: "Xiaobai."

Bai Xiaoyi: "???"

"Master Ghost Hunter, no, Master, do we have a grudge?"

Xiaobai's eyes were full of tears.

Yi Lin smiled: "Anyway, it's not OK to call Xiaoyi."

“…”

Yi Lin has always been very satisfied with her naming taste.

...

...

Now Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi are two spirits, but they are just the lowest level E-level spirits.

Apart from being able to show off your presence or dance, it is useless for the time being.

Uh...hehe, there are certainly some uses.

Yi Lin suddenly remembered the special thing about "spirit".

I couldn't help but smile.

Ignoring the resentful gazes of the two spirits, Yi Lin took them back with her back.

As for another ability of the attached spirit weapon... [Form Change], although Yi Lin was looking forward to it, it was impossible to do an experiment here.

I can only wait until I have the chance.

The red and white spirits appeared in just a few minutes, and the cup in front of Yi Lin was still emitting heat.

But Yi Lin's psionic power value was consumed by nearly half.

"Twins have higher demand for host psychic power values?" Yi Lin frowned slightly.

Just soon, it stretched out.

Just be tall.

Anyway, he also took the mental side route, and his spiritual energy value is affordable.

"at last……"

Yi Lin touched her forehead.

There is a piece of skin in that place, which feels a bit weird.

Although there is no strangeness on the surface, that place is unique.

To be honest, it feels like a piece of dog skin plaster is pasted.

It's slightly cool when touched.

Scratch the sensation through the shoe.

And whenever Yi Lin touches the "human skin" on his forehead, the attribute of "human skin" will appear in front of him.

...

【blame】

【Grade】Unknown

【Effect】Unknown

[Explanation] When it doesn't exist, it might be just an ordinary piece of dead skin that cannot be picked off.

...

“…”

Not only that, this piece of "human skin" attached to the forehead was completely integrated with Yi Lin's skin. It was really... I couldn't even pick it off.

In fact, Yi Lin has tried the correct way to open "human skin" more than once.

But they all ended in failure.

It seems as if the explanation says-

Maybe it's just an ordinary dead skin...

Who? Believe it!

Yi Lin always felt a little uneasy about the "unknown" and "uncontrollable" existence.

Besides, this unknown existence is closely connected with him, without distinction between them.

It made it difficult for him not to think about what profound meaning this hidden.

Yi Lin still remembers the moment he opened the box during the trial of Guiwu Mountain, and the cry of hell lingering in his ears.

The boundless malice and evil thoughts emitted by the strange human skin in the box are still vivid in my mind.

Of course... what happened yesterday must be vivid in my mind.

Such a thing that is unknown and has vague attribute descriptions, and cannot be snatched from the forehead, really makes Yi Lin feel at ease.

but……

There is nothing to do.

I can't figure it out and can't figure it out. At present, except for the strange touch, I don't feel any other discomfort, so I can only give up for the time being.

Through the special group, Yi Lin has gradually "re-" penetrated into the apostle circle. He can only wait for the right time to use the energy of the special group to inquire about the "human skin".

Yilin drank all the instant coffee cup.

I continued a cup by myself.

Sitting on the sofa again, carefully reviewing all the experiences in the Guiwu Mountain Trial.

Ling Wuyan has been in the corner, witnessing the appearance of Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi with his own eyes, and watching the two "ghosts" disappear, with a little more shock in his empty eyes.

Even though he became an apostle, Ling Wuyan had only experienced a trial and had never seen such a strange method.

"Do you want to learn?"

Yi Lin suddenly turned his head and said softly to Ling Wuyan not far away.

Ling Wuyan's eyes were slightly turbulent, but there was no movement.

"It's a pity that I can't teach you either."

Yi Lin smiled: "As an apostle, if you want to go further and stand higher, you can only rely on yourself."

“…”

Yi Lin stood up and walked to Ling Wuyan.

He knew Ling Wuyan's mood at this moment.

In this world, there seems to be nothing that is worthy of his nostalgia.

His previous desire to survive has now disappeared completely in Ling Wuyan's eyes.

He lost any reason to continue to live in this world.

So……

Then give him a reason to survive.

"Take that mask out."

Although Ling Wuyan didn't understand why Yi Lin did this, he still took out the "shadow surface" from the storage space as he spoke.

"Ha, is No. 99..."

Yi Lin gently and slowly stroked the mask with Blood Jasmine.

Ling Wuyan's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw the knife marks that Yi Lin had scratched on the mask just slashed over the number "99", as if he had split the number in half.

Yi Lin said slowly: "As early as ten years ago, a mysterious man named Bai and a group of 'shadows' wandering in the dark formed a killer organization all over the world..."

Ling Wuyan suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"White Shadow Club." Yi Lin returned the cut mask to Ling Wuyan and smiled: "This killer organization called White Shadow Club completely disappeared from the world after the 'Star Fall Night' ten years ago, and no one can contact this organization again."

"The most terrifying thing about this organization is its internal system. As a killer, there are only one hundred people. No matter how many people join the White Shadow Club, the number of "shadows" will not change, and it has always been one hundred people."

"In other words, if you want to join the organization, you have to kill one of the "shadows", snatch his mask, and become the other "shadows."

"That's all I know."

Ling Wuyan raised his head, and flames gradually ignited in his empty eyes.

A flame called hatred.

Burning.
To be continued...