Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

It was a team of twenty or thirty people, all in black clothes with long swords that hung down from their waist. Their bodies exuded cold and bloodthirsty breaths and each one of them stared at them with cold sinister looks.

The lowest strength of those people was the peak level of Golden Core, not to mention the lead devilry cultivator. The aura on the leader’s body was extremely powerful, and him just standing there made them feel an unprecedented threat.

It seemed that they were really in trouble this time.

The strength of those devilry cultivators were much stronger than those of the previous loose cultivators they had just encountered. Even if the people of the Thunderfire Mercenary Group fought to their death, it was likely that they would be killed.

The devilry cultivator on the opposition side had a strong imposing manner and his pressure was overwhelming. The Thunderfire Mercenary Group held their swords in their hands, their bodies tensed like beasts that were ready to rush forward at any moment. Murderous aura permeated from both sides and shrouded in the sky.

The tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, as if they were just waiting for the lead devilry cultivator’s orders and blood would be spilt on the spot and corpses would be all over the place. However, in this tense and depressing atmosphere, a young and innocent voice spoke suddenly and startled everyone.

“What is a devilry cultivator?”

Feng Ye blinked his innocent clear eyes and looked at Xu Yan with curiosity, then at the leader of the devilry cultivators. It was as if he hadn’t seen everyone’s frowns and lips pursed nervously because of his words.

He pouted his pink and tender mouth, his delicate and cute little face was full of dissatisfaction: “They’re obviously human just like us, why are they demons?” As he spoke, he walked towards the devilry cultivator with his short legs.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yan reached out to pull him, but he was shrugged away by him: “Little Young Master, don’t go over!”

He shouted in a deep voice, but Feng Ye turned around and made a face: “I don’t need you to worry about me, this uncle looks very mighty and he is even more handsome than you.”

Xu Yan’s mouth twitched as he watched the ignorant child walk in front of the devilry cultivator step by step. He was just about to make a move when Zhao Yang came to his side: “What my Master says don’t worry about him, you don’t worry about him.”

Zhao Yang said with his small expressionless face, his eyes met Xu Yan’s and a dark light flashed across his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yan took a deep breath and stretched his body, but he didn’t speak anymore. Instead, he looked at Feng Ye, who was walking towards the devilry cultivator, his heart tightened a little.

What was this child trying to do? Didn’t he know that a devilry cultivator was someone who killed people without blinking an eye? Was he not afraid, was he not afraid that he would be slashed to death by that devilry cultivator?

And this little bodyguard named Zhao Yang, wasn’t he very protective of his little Master along the way? How could he watch him go over to the wolf’s den without stopping him?

Of course, they didn’t know that Zhao Yang was more nervous than anyone else.

However, he believed that Feng Ye had a reason for doing this. Moreover, the strength of the cultivators in front of them was so strong that they were absolutely invincible to fight head on. They might as well see what his little Master could do.

Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to say such words in front of him before, so the devilry cultivator’s eyes carried a look of relish. He stared at the six or seven year old child who seemed unafraid of him in interest.

He watched the child as he walked step by step towards him, his expression relaxed and natural, nor did he stop him from approaching. He only stared at the child until he reached him and stopped and looked up at him curiously.

“You’re not afraid of me?”