After the meal, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Moondevil and the other two went home to make the final preparations for their new life tomorrow.
Moondevil did not return home. Instead, she headed straight to the secret base that she often used to cultivate. It could be said that it was the place where Moondevil had stayed for so many years, second only to her home.
When he arrived, Arisu Aizawa and Yu Yuri had already arrived and were discussing something.
"Yao Yue, you're here!" Seeing Moondevil appear, Yu Yuri immediately ran over and followed behind even if she didn't slash.
"Well, how is the situation?" Yao Yue asked.
"The two of us have been assigned to two Jounin subordinates. It seems that we will also transfer two family members from other places to be teammates!”Yu Yuri glanced at No Longer Slash and said helplessly.
In terms of tacit understanding, she and Abrupt Slash had trained together for so many years. If they were in the same team, they would definitely be able to cooperate perfectly.
Unfortunately, the two Jounins were unwilling to let each other monopolize the remaining two graduates, so they separated and transferred two of their peers from other families as teammates.
There was nothing they could do about it. After all, they didn't have a choice.
"Okay, then hurry up and train. The hard work now is the capital to survive in the future!”Yao Yue nodded.
He didn't care if Amagazu and Yuyuri were together or not. If they were separated, it would be more beneficial for the two of them to be alone. If they kept moving together, it would only create dependence and wear down their talent.
Just as Aizumi and Rain Yuri left to begin their training, Moondevil came to a secluded place far away from the two of them. After all, this matter could be said to be related to Moondevil's own future, and she did not wish to be disturbed by others.
He temporarily untied the two sabers at his waist and placed them aside. Then, he sat cross-legged on the grass.
"Is that enough?" He asked Ozma in his mind.
"Mm, extend your right hand!" Ozma's voice rang out, and Yao Yue followed suit, extending her right hand.
A black, turbid gas suddenly drilled out from Yao Yue's palm. It kept twisting and floating, changing all kinds of strange shapes on her palm, as if it was looking for the most suitable shape for itself.
"Ghostblades have the ability to control the power of ghosts and gods because of their ghostly hands!”
At this moment, Ozma's voice slowly rang out in Moondevil's mind. He did not ask any questions to interrupt her, but quietly listened to Ozma, who seemed to be immersed in his memories, narrate this important lesson to her.
"And the source of Ghosthand is because of Ghost and Demon Syndrome!”
"Originally, there were no Ghostblades in this world. However, one day, the Seven Great Ghosts, who were fighting against each other, let their power flow to the mortal world and spread to almost every corner of the earth.”
"Some ordinary humans were accidentally infected by the power of the ghost god. How could their weak bodies be corroded by the power of the ghost god? Ninety percent of them died in pain and torture!”
" However, there is still the last ten percent. The human beings who survived the pain and torture gradually began to accept and adapt to the power of ghosts and deities. They transferred all of it to their left arms. That is the source of the ghost hand!”
"And because of the different ways of using the power of the ghost hand, these humans with the ghost hand gradually divided into four factions!”
"The first is the Sword Soul! The second was Berserker! The third is: Asura! The fourth is: Ghost Weep!"
"The Berserker, which is your identity in this world, is to use your blood as the price to exchange for the power of the Ghost God in your Ghost Hand to obtain powerful and violent power!”
"Berserkers are the most bloodthirsty and warlike of the four great sects. No matter how powerful they are, if they are not careful, they might fall into a frenzy forever and be unable to escape.”
" If you want to become a Ghostblade, then you need to have Ghosthand that can store the power of ghosts and gods. The source of Ghosthand is the Ghost and God Syndrome, so..."
" Eat the Ghost God Power in your hand into your body. If you can endure the pain and torture, then you can become a real Ghostblade. But if you can't, you should know the consequences…"
At this point, Ozma's words came to an end.
If she couldn't make it, Yao Yue knew the consequences. She had no choice but to die.
However, even if there was a possibility of death, Moondevil had to get infected with the Ghost and Demon Syndrome. It was for nothing else but to obtain Netherclaw and become a Ghostblade, and then obtain great strength!
If he could practice Chakra, Yao Yue would naturally not be willing to take this extremely risky path. Unfortunately, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk on.
If he had to live in the lowest level of the world forever, he would rather die than experience the feeling of powerlessness again. He had had enough of this feeling in his previous life.
At this moment, the black and chaotic Ghost God Power had already condensed into a thumb-sized pill in Yao Yue's hand. It lay there quietly, emitting a pitch-black and dark light, as if telling others that it was a fatal poison.
However, even if she knew it was poison, she would still eat it and control it completely!
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth. With a gentle toss of his right hand, the black pill that contained the power of the Ghost God entered Yao Yue's mouth. She did not even need to swallow it as it instantly turned into gas again and quickly spread to every part of her body. Position.
Plop!
His body was sprawled on the ground, his hands supporting himself on the ground. His heart was beating more and more violently, as if it could jump out of his chest at any time. The sound of blood flowing was clearer than ever, echoing in his ears.
Yao Yue knew that from this moment on, the real hell was about to descend upon her.
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