Chapter 17 — Impurity Under My Shadow

“Offer your eyes to me.” Thuc Ue under my feet let out an angry roar. I laughed again. "Are you worthy?" The ghost shadow immortal emperor's laughter stopped. I opened my eyes wide and looked straight at that pair of Saint Bishops. The thing that had been suppressed by the Buddha pearl for twenty years was completely awakened. It is not a wild animal that has lost control. Nor is it an evil thing in Lieu Tran's mouth. It is a claw born from unclean places, but specializes in eating uncleanness. Thuc Ue stood up from my shadow. Revealing its complete form for the first time. Deer horns, tiger claws, black scales, long tail. It prostrates itself behind me, like a living mountain. The gray-robed monks filling the courtyard simultaneously changed color. Lieu Tran lost his voice: "Impossible." "How can you control it?" I raised my hand and pointed at Thanh Muc. "Because it was originally me." Thuc Ue opened his mouth and bit into the blood mist. This time, the blood mist didn't kick it out. Because my eyes have opened the way for it. The Holy Mu let out a shrill scream. The ghost emperor in the depths of the Thai temple suddenly stood up. "Liu Tran!" True fear finally appeared on Lieu Tran's face. He rushed towards me, the last Tran Soul nail in his hand stabbed straight into the back of my heart. Luc Hoai Canh hoarsely called my name. But there is someone faster than him. Tiet Chi Lan did not know when she broke free of the white mist. Her face was full of tears and she stumbled behind me. I thought she wanted to push me. But she stretched out her arms to block that nailed Soul Suppressant on my behalf. The nail pierced her heart. Tiet Chi Lan lowered her head to look at the blood in front of her chest, suddenly smiling. "Sister." "This time, have I finally won a little over you?" The moment she fell, a dry yellow hand suddenly reached out from Saint Muc. That hand passed through the blood mist, through the firelight, and grabbed it straight towards my eyes. 19 That dry, yellow hand was only half an inch away from my eyes. I can even clearly see the incense ashes stuck in his fingernails. Those are not the hands of a living person. It's not a normal dead soul. It seemed to be grafted from the bones of countless sacrifices, smelling of rotting ambergris. Thuc Ue opened his mouth and bit its wrist. Saint Mu let out a hiss. The entire Thuong Medical Department shook. Before my eyes it was dark. That power followed my vision and drilled into my pupils, as if wanting to pry my eyes out of my bones. Tiet Chi Lan fell behind me, Tran Hon's chest was still bleeding. She reached out to grab the hem of my dress, but only grabbed a piece of ash. "Tham Chieu Vi." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "Don't let him win." I didn't turn my head. "Don't you want to win against me the most?" She laughed, coughing out a mouthful of blood. "But I don't want to let him win even more." As soon as she finished speaking, the white mist wrapped around her body suddenly shattered. The small mouths that were swallowing her vitality screamed and turned into black ash. The string of fate that was tied to her wrist also broke piece by piece. Lieu Tran's face suddenly changed. "Idiot." He reached out to summon Tran Soul Dinh. But Tiet Chi Lan tightly grabbed the nail's tail, not letting it leave her body. She looked towards Luc Hoai Canh. "Brother Hoai Canh." Luc Hoai Canh crawled to her side, his fingers shaking so much that he couldn't form. "Chi Lan." Tiet Chi Lan looked at him, tears sliding into his sideburns. "I lied to you about many things." "But one thing is true." "I really used to like you." Luc Hoai Canh's throat seemed to be blocked. Tiet Chi Lan smiled again. "It's just that in the future, I like being a Marquis even more." Before closing her eyes, her voice was as low as a piece of falling ash. "So don't remember me as too good." "And don't remember me as too bad." The Tran Hon nail in her heart cracked into two parts. Half turned into black ash, half was pinned to the formation on the ground. The blue light suddenly dimmed

ring. Lieu Tran couldn't control his anger, so he raised his hand to make a seal. The guard next to the Queen Mother immediately rushed forward. But the group of gray-robed monks chanting sutras at the same time, actually using their bodies to block Lieu Tran's face. There is no humanity in their eyes. It was as if the soul had been burned out by the Fragrance Fragrance. The Queen Mother's voice was cold: "The monks of Tran Quoc plotted against themselves, evil will not be forgiven." The guard drew his knife. In the yard, sword lights and white lights immediately became one group. But the Saint did not stop yet. Its dry hand was bitten by Thuc Ue until blood mist splattered, but still inch by inch pressed towards my eyes. I heard the bright golden ghost in the depths of the Temple laughing. "Daughter Tham, the more you struggle, the more I like it." "If these eyes belong to me, the yin and yang of both worlds are in my hands." I raised my eyes to look at the end of the blood mist. "When you were alive, you couldn't hold the world." "When you die, it's such a beautiful dream." The laughter of the bright golden ghost ghost turned cold. Right after that, a second hand reached out from within the Holy Section. Thuc Ue bit the first hand, no longer free to block. The other hand rushed straight towards my eyelids. Luc Hoai Canh suddenly stood up from the ground.