When the sword was unsheathed, it made a sharp and crisp sound, just like the echo of a small hammer hitting the tuning fork. However, nothing special happened. As soon as the dark sword body was exposed to the air, it immediately covered with a layer of white frost faster than Mo Yang himself.

Mo Yang's face turned dark. What about the secret weapon that was supposed to be held at the bottom of the box? Isn't this an ordinary broken iron sword? No, if you look closely, it is actually a knife. It is not as good as a sword as a sword that Mo Yang once saw. However, whether it is a sword or a ritual sword, now this thing does not have a unique light like the legendary artifact, nor can it make the ghost surrender like the holy sword in the anime. It even makes the ice first with a particularly embarrassing feeling.

Moyang's movement of raising the long sword obviously surprised the mummy in front of him. Its movements were obviously slowing down a lot, but the distance between him and Moyang was getting closer and closer. Moyang could already smell the smell of this monster in the cold air.

He trembled with his hands and held the hilt of the long sword. Now the only life-saving straw has proved that he is an absolute waste. As the distance between the mummy became closer, the ring on Moyang's hand began to emit a faint light, but as the pitiful aura in Moyang's body was quickly consumed, the light of the ring dimmed.

"No one can be used! Isn't this going to die?" Mo Yang felt that the energy in his body was consumed, and the biting cold began to gradually penetrate into every inch of his skin, and the boundless sleepiness came like a tide. It turned out that the reason why he was not disturbed by the spirit was because of the protection of the energy. But now he no longer had the last precaution, and the pale palm was in front of him.

The palm stopped on Moyang's nose. The mummy opened his broken mouth and made a strange "grizz" sound from his shriveled throat. Moyang tried his best to retreat, but the soft and comfortable back behind him was now like hard steel. Moyang wanted to rub his entire body into the back of the chair.

"Is anyone else awake?" The woman's voice cut through the silent bus, causing the frightened Mo Yang to wake up a little. Then the mummy in front of him was like a huge force, thrown to the front of the car like a ball of rag. A large black cloak broke through the window and was thrown out of the car.

Mo Yang took a deep breath and looked up and met a pair of blood-red pupils. The reason why the mummy's palm stopped at Mo Yang's nose just now was because this woman grabbed its cloak behind the mummy, and it was this woman who threw the monster 2 meters away out of the car.

However, Mo Yang's heart beat faster. The fear this woman brought to him was even better than the monsters before, not to mention that his bloody pupils were staring at him like an abyss.

Under the gaze of these pupils, Mo Yang found that every part of his muscles was heavy as if he was pressing down on Mount Tai, and he had no way to move at all.

The woman's body was hidden under the black cloak, with a waist-length silver hair scattered smoothly behind her. She looked down at Mo Yang like a queen. Her skin was filled with a pathological paleness, but a very strange charm, which made Mo Yang unable to move her eyes away from her blood-red eyes.

"It's really worse than the generation." The woman leaned over and reached out and held the hilt of the Yidao in Moyang's hand. Her expression was so intoxicated that Moyang took the knife from her hand without any resistance. The woman raised the Yidao in front of her and looked at the black blade body as dark as iron with a blurred look.

As her eyes drifted away, Moyang's body eased, and the unique attraction subsided. Moyang remembered that Fenglong said that he must not lose this knife, so he had to reach out to take the knife back from the woman's hand, but the woman didn't even look at Moyang, but she just slapped Moyang's chest with her left hand.

The huge force was heavier than the thousand junctures. It was really hard to imagine that such a slender palm could have such powerful power. Mo Yang was thrown back to the seat like a fly. He was frightened to find that the nerves in his body were paralyzed by the shock.

"Zhu Bi, Zhuque, what a hero I miss your master 600 years ago." The woman said quietly, her voice as if she was imprisoned in the abyss under the ground, full of attachment and regret.

"Boy, didn't the person who gave you this knife tell you how to use this knife?" The woman glanced at Mo Yang who was slumped in the seat, and didn't even have any more time.

With Moyang's eyes on her, all her attention was on the Yidao she called Suzaku.

Mo Yang couldn't answer, but at the front of the car behind the woman, the rag-like mummy stood up again. This time the monster seemed to be angry, and two faint blue lights ignited in its empty pupils, and the whole body made a crackling sound of bone bursting.

"Your weapons are activated with qi. This is your way of fighting and your means to fight against the world. You can't even use qi. It really defiles the name of 'Fenglong'." The woman sneered.

At this moment, the mummy on the front of the car let out a scream, and the whole body rushed back into the bus like an arrow from the hole that it bumped into the front window. This time it changed its target, and its speed was completely different from the slow thing before, and it only sprinted to the woman's back.

The woman smiled evilly, and the charm that was as solid as it almost made Mo Yang dizzy. Then the woman turned around and placed the Suzaku in front of her, just between herself and the rushing mummy. This time the strange cold air brought by the mummy was concentrated on the woman, and the ice flowers were growing spread out with this woman as the target.

The woman had that evil smile on her face, her hands were pitch black as dark as the night, and her blood-red eyes were full of contempt and majesty.

Her red lips opened her mouth lightly, but her words were as if she was thunderous. Mo Yang wondered if there was something wrong with her ears, because this woman used English when she spoke to her. In addition to the Chinese pronunciation of "qi" and "花娱" in Chinese, she also used English. However, every word she spitted out this time was Chinese with a straight and rounded style, but the tone and tone were somewhat unique, which was different from the strange tone when foreigners spoke Chinese, nor was it like the various dialects of Chinese people.

It is a poem, a command, a will, and it can make people feel trembling and fear in words and tone alone.

"Surpriser Bird, lift the ban!"

Just like the wrath of the emperor who was buried in millions of corpses, the sentient beings were shocked by the command.

An invisible aura spread out from the woman's body. This aura is invisible but qualitative. Mo Yang is the first to be affected. He was shocked by this aura and felt that his limbs and bones were all stretched out, and the numbness retreated like a tide.

The ice flower spreading towards the woman was firmly limited by this aura to a meter outside her and could no longer make any progress.

Moyang looked at the woman's silver hair in surprise, and a heavy breathing sound came from this small space.

The breathing sound was like a bell, and it was like a bellet of a sword-casting bellows again. The whistling sound of the wind echoed in the narrow carriage, where a giant beast was hidden, and the giant beast had just woken up.

It's so easy to find, or when the giant beast just showed its fangs, no one could ignore it. The dark sword "Surf Bird" as dark as the night now, just like breathing, the blade had dark red patterns, like a burned red knife strip.

And the huge breathing sound came from this sword. The blade body kept bright and dark, just like breathing. Every time it was light and dark, the blade body became brighter and brighter, just like the blade body was constantly absorbing oxygen in the air, and then the sleeping black bird spread its wings.

As fierce as the sun, the originally pitch-black blade body has now emitted a bright orange-red flame between several breaths. The entire blade body is as hot as it is still burning in a forge. The heavy heat wave is like a Mercedes-Benz's iron hooves, shattering the surrounding ice flowers and frost together.

The mummy's face showed a look of horror, and the shriveled and broken old face twisted with a color of fear. Undead creatures will not be afraid, only the bright sun can make them reveal this color called fear that has been forgotten with death.

There was no way to retreat. The woman's skin was as white as snow under the illumination of the Vermilion Bird, and there was no blood. However, the dazzling charm became heavier. The woman walked forward half a step in the garden. The blade of the Vermilion Bird drew a straight trajectory in the air, without any fancy or unnecessary movements, but it was as accurate as a surgery and decisive as a soldier cutting off his head. The woman was accurately stabbed into the mummy's eyebrows, and the bright and blazing blade penetrated from the back of the mummy's head.

The blue light in the eyes of the mummy extinguished instantly. The whole mummy turned into white ashes in a few seconds, falling from the blade, like a mummified bone.

At that moment, spontaneous combustion occurred everywhere.

The woman turned around and reached out to grab the scabbard in Moyang's hand. The Vermilion Bird made a sharp cry, as majestic as the legendary Chinese divine beast. The orange-red blade quickly dimmed, and it quickly disappeared with the terrifying heat. The woman put the knife into the scabbard like flowing water, and the magic weapon fell silent again.

"I will take this knife away. If I want to come back, let this generation of Fenglong come to me. It should not be difficult to find me by inheriting Fenglong's name." The woman snorted coldly without disobedience. She did not give Mo Yang a chance to speak during the whole process. After saying this, the woman held the Suzaku in her hand and walked out of the front door of the bus. After the mummy died, the surrounding fog began to gradually dissipate, and the blood-like setting sun began to shine into the bus again, and the woman's back gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Only then did Moyang take a long breath and his body gradually regained consciousness. Although the woman's aura dispelled the numbness in his body, the strange charm and heavy oppression still suppressed the woman after she left. It was not until the woman's figure completely disappeared that Moyang had time to recover.

The first thing Moyang did was to find out his cell phone.

"Oh, Young Master Lin, have you successfully escaped? Sure enough, my expectations for you are correct. Is the knife at the bottom of the box very useful? I forgot to tell you that the knife needs to be activated with qi. It is called Zhuque, but it is a very powerful weapon~" Fenglong's excited voice came from the other end of the microphone from the moment it was connected.

Mo Yang held the phone, was this knife really called Suzaku?

"That's actually the knife was stolen." Mo Yang said timidly.

"Shenma!? You are a loser!! Didn't you say that even if you die, don't lose that knife?" Feng Long's reaction was even stronger than Lin Moyang imagined.

Moyang quickly told Fenglong what had just happened tremblingly from beginning to end.

Surprisingly, when he heard the woman with silver hair and red eyes, Fenglong was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then said, "I know this, I will deal with it. This matter must be kept confidential, otherwise I will calculate your new and old hatreds when you return to China." When he said this, Fenglong's tone was very cold, not like a joke. Moyang couldn't help but shiver.

"Just kidding, just remember to keep the secret." Fenglong's voice suddenly became lighter, as if he really wanted to deliberately scare Mo Yang just now.

"Well, Brother Feng, after returning to China this time, I want to quit, can I?" Moyang asked tentatively. This circle is really too dangerous. He is not a big shot in the great cause of Tongtian. Just this incident almost scared Moyang to pee his pants.

"Yes, come here after you return home, I will do some memory modifications for you, and you can withdraw. I said, I will voluntarily and I won't force you, right?" Fenglong agreed unexpectedly, and the process was not as full of difficulties and obstacles as Mo Yang thought.

"By the way, I heard from your description just now, you should have encountered a strange spirit. This is an artificial ghost made by Western necromancers using human corpses as materials, similar to a puppet with a certain degree of autonomy. After that woman killed this thing, the operator would feel it. So can you transfer quickly, or quickly call the others on the school bus? I feel that there will definitely be other attacks in the future, and it's almost dark, right? After it gets dark, these undead creatures will be more fierce. If you don't want to die, you have to move quickly. That's it. I'll be very busy recently. Don't call me if it's an emergency." After that, Fenglong hung up the phone.

"Hey hey hey!" Mo Yang kept listening to the busy voice on the phone, and a nameless fire rose in his heart. He was like a tool man. Everyone was like this. No matter that woman or Fenglong, they didn't give him a chance to speak.

Moyang looked around and almost everyone in the bus was intact. Except for the unlucky driver who was wearing glass slag, he didn't see any blood. This uncle who likes to watch barrage websites should have nothing to do.

"Okay, okay, let's just use tool guys." Mo Yang was frustrated and took out half a bottle of mineral water in his bag. After hesitating for a while, hesitating, hesitating at the same level as him in the car.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!