Mr. Ling Huan (Seven)

  They have committed a mortal sin, and even if they killed the most evil of invaders, they will never be able to turn back. The ghosts stained with human blood can only end in one of two ways: either being eliminated by a powerful Taoist priest or suffering heavenly punishment and disappearing into nothingness.

  Luoke once asked Dabao if he would regret it. Dabao said, "As long as you don't regret it, I won't regret it either."

  Stained with human blood, their abilities have increased a lot, much more powerful than before.

  In the past, their abilities were limited, and even when they joined forces, they could only barely hide all the villagers with an illusion spell. If the villagers made a sound, the spell would be broken.

  Now with their growing abilities, their powers are becoming increasingly formidable. When using illusions, villagers can move about freely as long as they don't come into contact with the invaders, and the illusion won't be broken.

  So when the invaders arrived, all they saw were empty villages, and it was as if all the people had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.

  The angry invaders could only vent their anger by smashing the things left behind, and in the end they could only slink away. They would never know that the villagers they were looking for were just a stone's throw away, but they couldn't see them because they were blinded by their own rage.

  Facing the tearfully grateful villagers, Luo Ke smiled slightly and disappeared with Da Bao.

  When the villagers knew their ghostly identities, they were also frightened and panicked. However, when they saw them helping wholeheartedly, those fears gradually dissipated. In such a chaotic world, sometimes humans are more terrifying than ghosts.

  Their footprints are all over the country, they saved many people from the butcher's knife, gained more gratitude, and on the other hand, their hands were stained with even more blood.

  Luó Kě has already forgotten how many invaders died at their hands, she knows that they are now truly evil spirits, and ordinary vengeful spirits do not dare to provoke them easily.

  There are also many Taoists who indiscriminately think they can replace heaven and carry out its will. For those Taoists, Luo Ke shows no mercy at all, even if she is furious, she still won't take their lives away. Her hands will never be stained with the blood of her compatriots, even if they view her as an evil demon or a heterodox cultist, she remains unchanged in her original intention.

  This is her bottom line.

  Later, Luo Ke discovered that helping the common people could not fundamentally solve the problem of the invaders. They would not stay in one place for long, and when they left, the villagers who had lost their protection would face what fate.

  "Xiao Bao, no matter what you do, I will always be by your side."

  "Great treasure, you're really good."

  Sometimes Luo Ke would think that their hands were already stained with blood, and if Jiu Shu saw them, he would definitely take them down without mercy.

  The pure white soul has been stained with blood, and even from a distance, you can feel the resentment emanating from them. It is the souls of the invaders who died at their hands that have coalesced into this aura. Those invaders were killed by them, and their souls were absorbed, even if they suffered heavenly punishment and their spirits scattered, those ghosts cannot escape.

  Gathering up the jumbled emotions in her mind, Luo Ke floated in mid-air searching for any signs of the enemy.

  A crescent moon hung in the night sky, amidst a dense thicket of grass, an unknown insect chirped and chattered, the evening wind rustled through the leaves, and through the dense foliage, faintly visible were many dark shadows moving about in the forest.

  Here.

  Luò Kě's expression turned stern, and he made a hand gesture towards Dà Bǎo not far away. Dà Bǎo nodded and floated off into the distance.

  This is a small group of enemies, with only about 200 or 300 people. The two of them can easily take care of it.

  A faint blue light flashed through the trees, followed by a continuous and unrelenting wail of mournful cries, as the carnage feast officially began.

  The silver moonlight seemed to have been dyed with a strange and eerie color.

  Luó Kě hadn't expected to run into Míng Shū and Jiǔ Shū in this situation, her hands were stained with the blood of invaders, under her feet countless broken human limbs, she stood quietly amidst the bloody puddle, like a Rakshasa from hell.

  "Evil obstacle, you've gone too far."

  Accompanied by a loud shout, a talisman drawn with cinnabar flew onto Luo Ke's body. As soon as the talisman came into contact with Luo Ke's skin, it burst out in a dazzling flash of light. Excruciating pain emanated from where the talisman had touched, and a massive impact sent Luo Ke flying to the side, crashing into the ruins. Luo Ke couldn't help but let out a blood-curdling scream, clutching at his injured spot as he rolled about on the ground in agony.

  Dabao heard Luo Ke's miserable cry and hastily threw down the remaining limbs in his hand, flying towards Luo Ke's direction.

  He helped Luo Ke up from the ground, where he had been writhing in agony, and looked at the large patches of charred skin on his arm. Da Bao's eyes turned red with rage as he glared at the two people who had emerged from the darkness.

  She felt the man holding her stiffen, and Luo Ke gritted his teeth to lift his head. When he saw the faces of the two people clearly, Luo Ke was also stunned.

  "Uncle Ming..."

  Dabao shouted in a low voice and turned his head away, not daring to look at Ming Shu's expression, but only holding the little treasure in his arms tighter.

  Dabao may be a bit dull, but he's not stupid. Ming Shu had raised them for many years and had strictly warned them not to take lives, yet now their hands were stained with fresh blood. He didn't know how to face him now.

  Luo Ke's gaze fell on the man beside Ming Shu, and the talisman just now had flown out of his hand.

  He was as upright and proud as when they first met, but she was no longer the little devil she used to be.

  She recalled the first time they met, she was a ghost raised by Ming Shu, while he was the respected Taoist priest of the town. Now, he still had the demeanor of a Taoist priest, but she had become an evil spirit covered in blood.

  Uncle Ming's face was full of shock, he did not expect that the two ghosts wrapped in resentment were actually his former pets, Da Bao and Xiao Bao.

  "What happened after all."

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