The divine eyes were restored to vertical lines, and Shang Biao had no energy to store the remaining thunder and fire, so he ignored it and let it burn with the skeletons of the mountain as fuel.

Walking out of the flames, Siluo and Wushuang disappeared.

Shang Biao remembered that the ghost boy seemed to be injured by Si Luo, and took out a miniature skull from the shadow ticket. A neat knife mark spread from the center of the skull, making the ghost boy's skull full of two.

Strands of original ghost energy gathered from the shadows around them into the cracked skeletons. Siluo drew his sword and slashed it seemed that there was some mystery. Just one sword made the ghost child unable to condense even his soul body, which was really terrifying. If he was hit head-on, he would be afraid that he would not be much better than the ghost child.

"How are you?"

Seeing that ghost aura was no longer floating around, Shang Biao asked the ghost boy with telepathy.

"Master, soul, I need soul recovery."

The weak voice of the ghost boy sounded in Shang Biao's mind and replied intermittently.

"You should bear it first, where are Wushuang and that hair ghost?"

Shang Biao did not agree to the ghost boy's request, but asked about the previous situation.

From the attitude of the dog demon before, we can see that people in this plot world value the lives of civilians very much.

If you kill for the recovery of the ghost child, you will undoubtedly be exterminated from the people. Not to mention joining the Twelve Shikigami family, it is a problem whether you can survive the revenge and pursuit of Onmyoji and Bloodline Warriors.

"The smelly zombie chased the ghost and walked from the north. Master, if it cannot recover, I may not be able to protect you anymore."

"I will find a way. You can recover by yourself in the skeleton first!"

Shang Biao sat on the ground with a wry smile. Gui Tong did not lie this time, but he could not agree to Gui Tong's request.

Damn bad luck, is it going to force me to death?

Under the influence of the sequelae of the Boiling Blood Curse, he now has no strength to chase Wushuang.

He lost two generals in a battle, and even the magic sword was taken away by Siluo or Wushuang. Moreover, his purpose of searching for the soul and searching for information was not achieved, which was even worse for his current situation.

As for the possibility of Wushuang capturing back to Siluo, he was too lazy to think about it.

Now he can only pray that Wushuang will not be deceived into the theater information by the plot characters, otherwise his will definitely die.

When his physical strength recovered a little, Shang Biao found a big tree and climbed up.

I can't rush tonight anymore, although the bad luck and evil spirit between my eyebrows has dissipated to less than half. However, if I encounter a powerful ghost like Siluo, without the protection of Gui Tong and Wushuang, he will definitely die.

Now staying in Sluo's territory, there shouldn't be a short time when he's incoming in a short period of time. He just recovers, and two consecutive battles almost exhausted him.

The morning light slowly kicked off, and another colorful morning came to the world with freshness.

Shang Biao opened his eyes and his mana had recovered. Although his strong mana could not exert his original power, it could make him feel a little relied on.

The blood corpse did not come back, and the next path could only be completed by himself.

At the beginning, he could also determine the Wushuang's direction based on the soul sensing with the Jin Silkworm Gu clone. This would have completely lost this sensing. He only knew that both the Jin Silkworm Gu and Wushuang should be safe.

Jumping off the tree, Shang Biao moved in the direction where Wushuang disappeared before, and he still had a trace of expectation in his heart. If he could still encounter Wushuang who returned along the way, although this possibility was very small, it was a real one in a thousand.

The world of plot during the day is relatively safe, and Shang Biao did not encounter any accidents after walking for a long time.

As it was almost noon, some people could be seen, and the smell of the open-air toilet in the countryside came again.

Not long after leaving again, a middle-aged man in rags came across the opposite side. The hairstyle on his head was very eye-catching, and the middle of the head was shaved, leaving only the left and right sides. His bare forehead reflected a greasy luster in the sun.

The only thing that made Shang Biao look at him was the short knife on the other party's waist. The black scabbard was smooth and smooth without any dirt. Obviously, the master of the knife took great care of this weapon.

Just as Shang Biao was observing the other party, the warrior with a weird hairstyle also noticed him and stopped at Shang Biao for a long time without moving away.

He saw that the other party was weird, but the warrior looked at him, so why wasn't it?

In this era, clean clothes belong to the exclusive privileges of high-level nobles, Onmyoji, Bloodline Warriors and other great figures. However, in addition to monks, only the poor at the bottom of Shang Biao's hair would have this hairstyle, which is also a strange thing about this warrior.

If it weren't for Shang Biao's fierce face, the warrior would have doubted whether he was the escape slave of a nobleman.

After watching for a long time, the warrior who was used to the vicious world finally decided to pretend that he had never met Shang Biao before, so as to save trouble for himself.

Even if this person is really a fugitive slave, he will receive a maximum of a few silver rewards after he captures it. He will spend all of them when he goes to Kabukicho and Izakaya a few times. Real samurai should not be addicted to enjoyment.

The warrior found a suitable excuse for himself in his heart and comforted himself. However, he did not want to cause trouble, but Shang Biao was not going to let him go.

Just as the two of them passed by, a hidden spirit emanated. The unlucky warrior's body stiffened, and his eyes dissipated and his coma suddenly disappeared.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Shang Biao pretended to hold the soft warrior and asked.

After waiting for a while, he found that there was no change around him. Shang Biao immediately pulled the unlucky warrior into the woods not far away.

More than ten minutes later, Shang Biao, who had a redesigned appearance, reappeared on the road from the woods.

This time, Shang Biao did not kill anyone. After stripping the warrior, he added another mental shock to ensure that the other party was an idiot even when he woke up. Then he came out.

Painting skin requires subsequent efforts to maintain the effect, and is not a good choice.

Moreover, the ghost child is seriously injured and cannot use ghost confusion. His five ghosts cannot use soul search. Killing this person to devour the soul will cause damage to the ghost child. The smell of blood may cause trouble.

So Shang Biao just replaced the man's clothes, took away the short knife, some copper coins on the other party, and the crucial wooden sign of identity certificate.

The only thing that was troublesome was hair. Shang Biao thought about it but still didn't attack his own head. It was so ugly.

After changing his clothes, Shang Biao endured the stench from his body. He looked cold and continued moving forward with a expressionless face.

There were more and more pedestrians along the way. When he saw some sad-looking people, he felt much more relieved.

Walking against the pedestrians, the appearance of an ancient city gradually grew larger in his sight. The pedestrians and cars and horses kept shuttled through the doorway, which seemed very lively.
Chapter completed!