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"I was locked in the spirit-calling banner by the ghoul and the old demon," the master said mechanically, "I was tortured by him every day. He waited for you for half a month, and the little money I had accumulated over the years was almost exhausted." It's all... la!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became: "As expected of my apprentice! Let me tell you, I didn't arrive on time when I reserved the room. On the way, I went to find flowers and ask willows, and let this old ghost who was about to ambush me die alive. A few days hahaha... um!"

The master stopped laughing abruptly, with a painful expression on his face.

"Master!" Gu Zeming had no choice but to plead, "I was wrong! Don't torture Master!"

The master's expression suddenly calmed down again: "You are really cruel. During those days when the ghouls and old monsters waited for you, they took out all their anger on me. I have committed a lot of crimes..."

"Yes, sorry..."

"However, it's not all your fault." The master said, "It's just that your master and I have a clever calculation. I calculated that there will be a calamity in the Shensuan Pavilion, so I just went down the mountain to answer the calamity for the pavilion. Anyway, I have lived for so long..."

He paused: "So, in fact, you are just a scapegoat. Oh, it's too miserable, my poor and innocent apprentice..."

Before the words were finished, a fluorescent light flashed on the summoning banner.

The gray mist that had been condensed into a shape suddenly collapsed, and the master's distorted face due to enduring pain was fleeting.

The skeleton creaked and waved its own bones.

"Master!" Gu Zeming grabbed the gray mist in panic, but was still empty-handed.

"There is only one way to stop your master from being tortured by me." The scattered gray mist let out a chaotic low voice, "Be the sword in my hand. I want to see people burn ashes and blood flow like rivers, so..."

"...You used your magic sword to kill everyone in the world for me."

"...Ah?" Gu Zeming didn't expect that the ghoul and old demon would make such an exaggerated request, and he said at a loss, "It's too much to kill all of them... Daoist cultivators can forget it, mortals provoke you... ..."

"Those cowardly mortals," the ghoul sneered, "they feel ashamed in their hearts, fear revenge, and slander ghost names..."

"There are also those unfaithful and unrighteous people who invite ghosts to do things, but are unwilling to pay the price, and ask people to practice to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits..."

"...Are you, Ghost Cultivator?" Gu Zeming said in shock.

He had only read a few words about ghost cultivation in books, and he thought it belonged to ancient legends like dragons and phoenixes, or it was just a mortal rumor...it really exists?

"I am the only ghost cultivator left in this world." The gray mist floated back to the bone pile and surrounded the skeleton, "When I wake up, everyone I know has been reduced to ashes, and ordinary singing and dancing have risen to peace, and the altar is full of hypocrisy. People who repair their image..."

"...They don't build a way for ghosts to survive, and they don't want to survive themselves. I don't understand if I don't see blood all over the mountains and rivers!"

Gray Fog's words were bloody and full of hatred.

Gu Zeming didn't know what to say for a moment, and was silent for a while.

As a demon cultivator, he couldn't say anything good about cultivating.What's more, Dao Xiu is not friendly to him... He cares more about his master than the life and death of those Dao Xiu.

but……

If he kills someone because of this, Master won't be happy...

Moreover, the vast majority of people in this world have nothing to do with him. In order to save Master, is he going to let those people be implicated... Can he do it?

"Uhhhhhh-"

Master's screams suddenly sounded from the soul-calling banner.

It was a real, unbearable cry of pain, and it was hard to believe that it was made by someone like Master.

Do you want him to watch Master suffer so much all the time?

Gu Zeming's throat tightened.

The skeleton approached the soul-calling banner intimately, as if enjoying the scream.

The bones collided, and the "click" sound was endless.

Gu Zeming took a deep breath, feeling cold inside.

It's useless to hesitate... because, he knew, there was only one answer.

He closed his eyes and said in a weak voice, "...Master, I'm sorry."

"I can't save you, I..."

"boom!"

A loud bang came from above.

Gu Zeming was startled and completely forgot what he wanted to say.

He looked up to the source of the sound.

The ice layer at the dome cracked a long and deep hole, and a beam of light was projected down, forming a huge spot of light on the bone pile.The light spots became brighter and brighter, and the heat rose straight up, burning the bones black.

"Who!"

The gray mist dispersed angrily, as if looking for who made the move in the dark.The skeleton retracted into the pile of bones and hid, the whole pile of bones trembled with fear.

The soul-calling flag trembled frantically in the air, but the fluorescence became weaker and weaker, making it more and more difficult to parry.

In the end, the rags hanging from the bones fell down dejectedly.

The moment it touched the pile of bones, the rag burst into flames.

"It's a skill to be so stupid." Xing Bian had appeared beside Gu Zeming at some point.

Gu Zeming was taken aback, and looked at Xingbian blankly.

"This is called not giving ghosts a way to survive." Xingbian clapped his hands, very satisfied with his results, "Okay, the world is quiet now."