The originally dark and sunless pathway was suddenly bright, and the intense light pierced Cheng Xiaoxiao to the point where she nearly burst into tears.

Originally, this formation was also almost broken by the little daisy, but that bit of light can barely be counted at best as the dawn day dawn that moment, where compared to the formation steeply withdrawn this moment of light scattered.

Covering her eyes, which were devastated today, Cheng Xiaoxiao forced herself to quickly adapt to the bright light in front of her.

She couldn't afford to fall off the wagon now, if the other party attacked her or did something else, wouldn't she lose out.

Luckily, what she feared didn't happen, and the ghosts didn't do anything else until she looked at the turtle-faced old man again with red eyes.

They wanted to move, but the meaning of the turtle-faced old man was not yet completely clear, so the few ghosts were naturally not good enough to make the next move.

Soon the scepter in the turtle-faced old man's hand had been put away, and he nodded slightly at the white spoonbill.

The white spoonbill flinched for a moment, then nodded unwillingly, finally waving his long sleeves forward to manifest a table and chairs.

Cheng Xiaoxiao paid vigilant attention to the several ghosts, and even though the turtle-faced old man gestured for Cheng Xiaoxiao to sit down several times afterward, she was too half-hearted to comply.

A few ghosts naturally didn't care what Cheng Xiaoxiao did, they only helped the turtle-faced old man to sit down by himself.

"It's time to tell me the truth after all this selling."

Cheng Xiaoxia looked at the turtle-faced old man's shifty appearance and became furious.

After some thought she put the little fledgling on her shoulder and sat herself down across from the turtle-faced old man with a puff of air.

It's not worthwhile not to sit down. If you gamble with them, you'll end up being the one who's tired, and you'll know it's not cost-effective.

The turtle-faced old man wasn't angered by Cheng Xiaoxiao's huffy tone, instead he waved his hand at a few other ghosts, "You guys go down first, count those remnants of the spirit, then collect them and prepare them for the girl."

Cheng Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow, undeniable at the turtle-faced old man's words.

This ghost is talking so freely now, God knows what he can play later.

After all, she was someone who had been tricked once, so this would be a bit of a defense anyways.

As expected, the other ghosts simply refused to leave, and the most reluctant Northeast Tiger even yelled again. A few other ghosts also had ugly faces, a look of wanting to say something, acting as if it was real.

How could Cheng Xiaoxiao know that these reactions of theirs were the true state, especially the white spoonbill, who kept taking her eyes to inquire about the turtle-faced old man, and was close to asking the question directly in front of Cheng Xiaoxiao.

The turtle-faced old man who was signaled by the eyes is also helpless ah, why would he want to be so passive, if not Cheng Xiaoxiao ...

The scene was suddenly chaotic, Cheng Xiaoxiao impatiently pulled out her ears, and also freed her hand to interact with the little fledgling twice, one bird and one person as if they were watching a good show.

She had thought that such a 'pretentious' performance would have to go on for a while, but she didn't realize that the turtle-faced old man only lowered his voice and said one sentence, and those few ghosts obediently retreated without saying a word, without even leaving a single glance.

Things happen. There's no bombing, is there?

Cheng Xiaoxiao's legs were restless under the table, she was ready to do it at any time, or else she would be caught off guard again if there was a problem in a while.

The turtle-faced old man naturally noticed Cheng Xiaoxiao's small movements, he smiled and wiped the nearly dried blood from the corner of his mouth, "There is no need for the girl to be nervous, since we promised to let you take the remnants of the spirits, we will definitely not go back on our word."

As for what the real reason is, you certainly can't be told.

The turtle-faced old man scornfully looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao and the little fledgling on her shoulder again, silently completing the words that he hadn't been able to say in his heart.

Cheng Xiaoxiao across from him had a blank stare and almost couldn't hold back from rolling into the sky.

I believed you.

Speaking is even drier than farting. Other people still consider their surroundings when they fart, but you're not picky at all.

One really couldn't blame Cheng Xiaoxiao for spitting in her mouth, after all, she had just experienced the deception and persecution of the person in front of her, so where else could she maintain any kind of good attitude.

Luckily, the turtle-faced old man himself probably felt embarrassed and didn't talk any more nonsense, but instead spoke to Cheng Xiaoxiao about the past of these ghosts of theirs.

Cheng Xiaoxia had a disinterested attitude at first, she wasn't interested in listening to the old ghost head tell any stories from the past.

But as what the turtle-faced old man said sounded more and more familiar, she slowly turned her body around.

The story told by the turtle-faced old man was exactly what Cheng Xiaoxiao had heard the bat ghostly shadow describe before he came to hell, and it should be said that this version of the turtle-faced old man's was more detailed and a bit more organized.

It was not until this moment that Cheng Xiaoxiao realized the entire cause and effect of the whole thing.

The bat-ghosts at the time hadn't lied; they had indeed heard an unknown call, and that was why they had tried to escape to take revenge.

Because the ones who heard that summoning sound were not only the bat ghost shadow and the others, but also the turtle-faced old man Northeast Tiger and the others, and even all the ghosts in Niludu.

The Black and White Irregulars didn't lie to Cheng Xiaoxiao either, these ghosts and shadows became incomplete after their souls were dispersed by the Emotionless Stick Formation on their way out due to the strict jurisdiction of the hell.

The combined result of what happened after this is now that the half-beast ghosts went out and only remembered that they wanted revenge, so they kept possessing and bewitching people to the point that they were involved in something like rabies.

But the turtle-faced old man said more than these contents, he also told Cheng Xiaoxiao some contents that were really considered past events for them.

The old man with the turtle face said that the ghosts and shadows outside that were making waves in Sioux City did exactly what they did, and they really didn't know much about it within Niludu.

But it's actually a real bummer that they would be reduced to this.

"Originally there was no such layer of hell as Niludu in Hell, but as more and more of us half-beast ghosts who have become elves gathered, the King of Hell opened up such a world."

The turtle-faced old man said quietly.

Cheng Xiaoxiao frowned as she listened to the turtle-faced old man's words, she had a feeling that this must be another long story.

As expected, the turtle-faced old man began to describe their feud with the people of Sioux City:

"Sioux City is well connected, and the whole city does business. Both locals and outsiders love to hunt, and the way they do it is by eating all kinds of wild game."

The turtle-faced old man was very calm when he spoke of these things, but his green-bean eyes were glittering with pain and hatred.

"Those Sioux City women are even more heartless, not only eating wild game and wantonly killing wild animals, but also peeling off the skins of those compatriots to use as fur, and taking my kind to make turtle jelly."

This 'turtle jelly' originally sounded a bit comical, but Cheng Xiaoxia instantly lost her joking mind when she thought that those were the turtle-faced old man's kind.

She was going to say that people in the latter days didn't bother with tortoise board, it was all synthetically added, but she simply couldn't say it now.

If the turtle-faced old man looked indignant, Cheng Xiaoxiao could still snort.

The old man with the favored turtle face was serious and unassuming, and his voice was flat as if he were stating facts from someone else's mouth, and what he was saying didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

In such a comparison, the unnaturally blushing Cheng Xiaoxiao instead looked rather abrupt.

Cheng Xiaoxia knew that to humans, wild game or tortoise jelly might be just the same ordinary food.

But for the turtle-faced old man and the others, this was their life, a life they had to be dictated to.

She thought about those noblewomen in her previous life who were dressed up in fancy dress, all of them had a few fur coats, fur bags, and scarves, anyway, everyone hated to wrap themselves up like a hairy animal, and it made her dizzy to see them.

She'd always thought of fur as wrapping dead animals around her body, so had never been acceptably incompetent.

How can you think of a beautiful body with a bloody, skinned animal behind it and not think about it?

Cheng Xiaoxiao let out a deep sigh, but the turtle-faced old man still had the same faint expression, he even turned around and enlightened Cheng Xiaoxiao a few times:

"It's all old news, no need to be concerned."

The turtle-faced old man waved his hand carelessly, "Many of us are spiritually intelligent elves, especially the Turtle Clan, and the ones they captured are my fellow clansmen who have survived for many years."

Cheng Xiaoxia could only nod along, pretending to look at the little fledgling so as to hide the intolerance in her eyes.

She was no saintly mother, but it was still a little hard to calm down when she heard the tone of such a glib statement about her life.

"Cultivation is not easy, we are only enlightened and we can't transform into human form, we are not a match for those people at all." The turtle-faced old man continued to speak, he looked at the table in front of him and smiled to himself:

"We have this half-beast appearance or into the Niludu cultivation of ghost gas obtained, after death too heavy resentment has been locked up here not to transcend life, fortune and misfortune, but in exchange for these ghost power."

Cheng Xiaoxia was a bit puzzled just now, and now she finally got a complete explanation.

She then said that since the turtle-faced old man and the others were no longer ordinary wild creatures, how could they still be caught by those people and still have this 'big brother' look.

Thinking about it, these half-animal ghosts are also too miserable, unprovoked disaster, but also unable to resist, until the grievances are full of body and detained in hell can not come out, enhance the ghost power to take revenge is still no way to implement.

So take revenge on these remnants?

That's not right. Then why do we need to make the spirits into female ghosts? Isn't that a waste of ghostly energy?

"Then these women's remnants ..."

Cheng Xiaoxia weighed her words, thinking about how to properly express herself, but fortunately, the turtle-faced old man naturally took over her words:

"Those female ghosts are indeed the remnants of their spirits, they were all made this way by our deliberate strengthening over the years, but now I've withdrawn my ghostly aura."

"That's not what I meant, I meant to ask ... Never mind, you said."

Cheng Xiaoxiao did not comment much on this content that she had already guessed just now, she wanted to urge the turtle-faced old man to say something else, but she was afraid of interrupting the turtle-faced old man's thoughts, so she finally just gave up and closed her mouth.

The turtle-faced old man looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao with some surprise, seemingly failing to understand Cheng Xiaoxiao's meaning, but after a pause he continued on with his original words:

"In the beginning no one thought that it would turn into a situation like today. In fact, those ghosts that fled out, in the end, it was us who failed to persuade them."

Turtle-faced old man let out a ghostly sigh, thinking about the year there was a flash of pain on his face.

"We heard the call several years ago, but we all chanted the sutras day in and day out, and since we had already lived a peaceful life in Niludu, we were naturally able to restrain the distractions in our hearts. Until that day ..."