The storm of withered leaves burst with a splash of blood.

The series of blood beads flew out, sliced and chopped by wind blades and leaves in the air, instantly shattering into dense blood particles, which were then evaporated into blood-colored mist by the high-speed exploding airflow.

In the realm of [Time Slow], this scene did not look bloody; on the contrary, it had a morbid beauty.

Blood scattered like agate.

Life faded like withered leaves.

Standing in the storm, the woman who controlled the thousands of withered leaves stared expressionlessly at the curly-haired young man being "slowly" cut by the countless leaves.

Death, shredded by countless leaves, should have been swift.

But Chen Mo's survival instinct turned it into a cruel and tragic banquet of slow slicing.

"Why... why?"

Chen Mo stretched out his palms, trying to shield his face, but soon his ten fingers were cut open by the leaves, his knuckles twisted, blood and flesh flying. His vision was blurred by the splashing blood beads... countless surging broken leaves swirled on the ground, and the whole world seemed to be stained red with his own blood, except for that woman, who was a piece of pure white, out of place with the whole world.

Perhaps it was because the great artery was cut by the leaves, causing a large amount of blood to gush out.

Chen Mo still didn't understand... why Ye Ningqiu would attack him.

Aunt Ye was one of the people he had trusted most over the years.

"There is no why."

Standing in the sea of leaves, Ye Ningqiu spoke softly, the flying blood beads suspended and floated, surrounding her like a jade belt. This realm spread silently, as if a strange rhythm was forming.

And this strange mental rhythm... made Chen Mo suddenly think of a familiar "being."

Xiao!

"You are..."

Chen Mo's expression changed abruptly.

His voice had just come out when his throat was cut open by a leaf!

After the trachea was severed, the remaining sound instantly shattered, and all that could be uttered was a hoarse whimper, but now even a whimper could not be uttered... because in the next moment, countless leaves surged and covered him. The Tribunal, for the sake of convenience and to cover people's eyes, had chosen such a desolate place.

And now.

The desolate leaf jungle was his burial place.

Chen Mo's shattered thoughts ran wildly at the brink of death... perhaps this was the last gleam of consciousness, he could feel countless cuts all over his body. Because the leaves were too small and too sharp, the cuts formed negative pressure after the wounds.

The blood was gushing out.

The woman in front of him was not Aunt Ye... it was Xiao...

Or rather... Aunt Ye didn't exist...

In any case, just as Zhou Jiren had said, Xiao had really come... he had come to kill him...

His consciousness began to dissipate.

"Thump—"

Chen Mo heard the sound of his head hitting the ground heavily, but strangely, he no longer felt pain... like a bled livestock, his limbs were limp and weak, and he could only welcome the fate of being slaughtered.

He felt more like a puppet, needing someone to hold the strings to move.

This painful feeling... was even more tormenting than the previous fire.

Before his death, Chen Mo's last thought was.

[If only this were a dream.]

……

……

Ye Ningqiu squatted contentedly in the sea of leaves, countless fragments of leaves rose to the sky, cheering and rejoicing, twisting their waists according to the master's wishes. This grand and magnificent eerie whirlwind stretched its body wantonly, inhaling and exhaling moonlight and night wind.

She stretched out her palm and touched Chen Mo's cold brow.

This talented curly-haired young man still had his eyes open, but his consciousness had dissipated... in a sense, he still had a breath, but he was already a dead man.

Many people think... death is a momentary thing.

But that's not really the case.

Matter and spirit are interdependent... but death is also divided into several types, spiritual death is slower than material death.

The moment the head is cut off.

The spirit may still have a moment of lingering.

But in material form, the "basic logic" that constitutes the body is destroyed, and it dies.

In other words... the death of slow slicing is actually killing the spirit first and then the body. Often before the body dies, the will of the body's owner collapses first.

"Hic..."

Amidst the wild dance of countless leaves, a very slight sound rang out.

So light that it could be ignored.

But Ye Ningqiu raised her head immediately. She stared intently at the distant large leaf bushes, where the sound came from. Countless large leaves collapsed in the wind, highlighting a vague and tall figure.

That person was wrapped in a hazy white ghostly light, and looked very burly.

But... in reality, it was just an illusion.

He moved forward slowly, countless leaf blades cutting and chopping, breaking into pieces within a zhang around him, bursting out the trembling sound of quenching iron plates. Finally, this ghostly figure revealed his true form.

It was just a shriveled, thin, and sloppy old man.

Compared to the fluttering sea of leaves above his head... he was more like a withered grass.

"Hic..."

The white ghost hiccuped again, his eyes were a little dazed, he looked at the woman, and chuckled softly: "One thousand three hundred and twenty-one knives... not bad knife skills."

The confrontation between the two was quiet and silent.

In fact, it was because... the moment the old man appeared, a powerful pressure descended.

Ye Ningqiu struggled to stand up, her shoulders cracking, as if she was under a thousand pounds of pressure. And with every step the old man took, she was one point closer to collapse.

"You want to kill someone... and then take them away..."

Mr. Bai slowly came to Chen Mo's "corpse," and he examined the young man's body, and suddenly asked.

"Is it used as a 'new container' to carry yourself?"

Ye Ningqiu's pupils shrank.

She couldn't understand the appearance of all this... was it a trap? When did this old guy start appearing?

Sure enough!

Zhou Jiren who doesn't play defensively isn't Zhou Jiren!

The existence of this guy... was more terrifying than all the sealed items and transcendent arrays. An absolute crushing force from his ability gave her a huge sense of crisis.

The moment the "White Ghost" appeared, she began to mobilize permissions, frantically searching for corresponding files and information in the Deep Sea... but the result was despairing.

[No such person found.]

This was a "being" that was not in the Deep Sea archive at all!

The old man squatted down, without making any defensive posture, just whispered softly: "Killing you doesn't seem to be of much use... this body is just a container, and the host's true spirit is unknown how many miles away. This feeling of hiding behind the scenes must be very good, even if the container is destroyed, the main body will not be harmed."

"However... your actions just now gave me an inspiration."

"Later, you should experience a different taste."

The white ghost looked up and said to Ye Ningqiu: "Now... let me save this kid first. I promised him to join the Special Investigation Group and let him live."

Hearing these words, "Ye Ningqiu" only felt her hair stand on end.

The dead cannot be resurrected, this is an absolute iron rule.

No transcendent ability can reverse it.

And no one can disobey.