long night walk

Chapter 335 Puppet

Puff puff.

Three soft beeps.

Yan Yun and the two Tuohaijing cultivators burst out a cruel blood at the same time, their hearts were burst by some kind of force, but the strange thing is that none of the three of them died, clutching their wounds and writhing in pain on the ground, as if bearing Great pain, the whole heart began to rot gradually.

The scarlet blood kept oozing out, and the strange thing was that there was no rotten smell, but a kind of scarlet-sweet and fragrant fragrance in the air.

On the hard ground covered by the black mud wolf corpses, white flowers bloomed all over at some point, and the roots of the flower vines were all gloomy and pale, like spider webs crawling from hell, holding the three people who were struggling on the ground tightly together. Tightly wound.

The soft stamens penetrated into their hearts, and after drawing blood, the petals turned scarlet and ominous, like evil and dangerous hunters in the dark world.

Hearing the shrill scream, Zhang Yaozong's hands trembling when he was holding the sword, he couldn't restrain the strong fear welling up in his heart even though he gritted his teeth.

Miao Chen stood in the scarlet-like blood of the flowers, he laughed lowly, and a pale bone-like vine sprang up from his feet, sweeping across like a demon dancing wildly.

Zhang Yaozong only felt a sharp pain coming from his waist, and his violently trembling eyeballs were instantly bloodshot. He looked down and saw his body below the waist and the flying sword withered and falling.

The upper body was wrapped by the vines and gently dragged into the ground.

The blood and spiritual power were constantly draining, and the stamens on the vines were like blood-sucking bugs, swaying viciously on his skin.

The three people, including Yan Yun, were completely silent, as if they had been corroded by time for many years, three pale skeletons without any aura fell down among the flowers.

The sound of rustling footsteps slowly approached.

Zhang Yaozong had the illusion that his body was about to be torn into pieces.

With desperate fear churning in his heart, he looked at the man in front of him who was slowly squatting towards him, and tremblingly said: "You...you are not Miao Chen..."

'Miao Chen' smiled and said nothing, touched his cheek, and said: "This leather is very useful."

How could a warrior who specialized in physical training possess such treacherous power.

Bright red blood continuously overflowed from the corners of his pale lips, but was quickly absorbed and devoured by the stamens greedily.

Zhang Yaozong's eyeballs turned stiffly, as if confirming his conjecture in his heart, he saw that each soft stamen had baby-like facial features.

Zhang Yaozong was terrified: "Is this the flower of worms?"

Raising evil flowers with devil insects is the flower of insects.

This is an evil forbidden technique that has been lost for thousands of years in the Beizhao Kingdom, and it is only passed down in the Hell of the Demon Realm. This man in the skin of Miao Chen, a genius disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, is not human at all!

"You are, the Demon Race..." Zhang Yaozong turned his neck stiffly.

Under the feet of the immortals, in the ghost mountain, why can the demons be allowed to sneak in?
Scarlet and coquettish flower branches surged out from Zhang Yaozong's facial features, he couldn't say a word anymore, and was instantly swallowed by the flowers on the ground.

The four bones of the dead scattered on the ground.

Miao Chen got up slowly, patted the ashes splashed on the clothes, and the scarlet branches on the ground rose up without any attachment force, forming four figures.

Surprisingly, it was Zhang Yaozong, Yan Yun, and two other practitioners from the Tuohai Realm.

The pure white petals and branches disappeared into the ground, and the ground, which was covered with wolf corpses just now, seemed to be washed by the heavy rain at this moment, clean, and there was no more blood stains.

……

……

Among the mountain streams, there is a trembling stream flowing slowly between the springs and rocks.

The stream is clear and cold, with occasional small fish swimming around.

Bai Lian sat the unconscious Fang Geyu and Su Jing side by side. After he helped Li Jiujiu deal with his shoulder injury, he found some dead wood and piled it into a bonfire and lit it.

The gloomy fire dispelled the gloomy darkness.

"Xiao An, why are you wearing the same clothes as Ge Yu? And why is Ge Yu still awake, is she seriously injured?" Li Jiujiu held back the whole way, and finally couldn't help asking.

Bai Lian's palms that were adding firewood to the bonfire stopped, looked up at her, coughed lightly and raised the ghost wedding seal on his wrist, and said: "A ghost disaster happened in the border town, Fang Geyu and I had no choice but to use This way of hunting ghosts in a deserted house, don’t worry too much about her injuries, but she was trapped by the tree demon all night, she fainted from exhaustion, I’ve given some water on the way here, and I’m sure she’s about to wake up.”

Li Jiujiu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and said, "It turns out that the lady officer Qingxuan announced a day ago that someone had deciphered the first test question in Xianling City, and you were the ones."

Her face was full of admiration, but her tone was subtly tasteful.

She reached out and twirled the cut cloth on his chest, pretending not to care, and said, "Xiao'an, I don't know if you've heard of it, You Guilang is a perverted ghost, obscene and obscene, he gave a ghost marriage mark, and finally It’s for that kind of thing.”

Bai Lian couldn't speak for a while, his face felt embarrassed, he really didn't know how to explain it, so he could only vaguely say, "Well... the one who gave us Zhongyin this time was not You Guilang, but the man in the deserted house. A female ghost who died in vain, she... she is neither obscene nor obscene, so don't worry about that kind of thing happening to me and Fang Geyu." He acted against his conscience to clear He Sha's name.

"That's right." Li Jiujiu said with a relieved smile, "With Geyu's stinky and arrogant personality, don't talk about doing shameful and indecent behavior to her, even if it's touching and kissing, she will definitely not let it go easily. Pass the other party, hehe..." After finishing speaking, he made a movement of raising the knife with his hand and dropping it.

Bai Lian's scalp went numb, and he felt a dull pain again.

He laughed dryly, tore off a piece of clean cloth from his inner garment, soaked it in stream water, and walked to the unconscious two people.

Fang Geyu was carried on Bai Li'an's back all the way, so he was well protected, his hair was not messed up, and his whole body was neat and tidy.

As for Su Jing...

At this moment, Li Jiujiu didn't even recognize Li Jiujiu. She held her chin and said in surprise: "Who is this girl? She looks a little familiar. It's this little dirty girl... Did she go to dig a coal mine? It's as black as the big black back that I raised when I was a child."

Li Jiujiu certainly didn't realize who he was complaining about at the moment, he just felt that the girl's face was dirty, it was really too bad.

Bai Lian froze slightly as he wrung the wet clothes, and explained: "She was trapped by the tree demon, so I rescued her. I carried her all the way, but she was tall and slender, and her face was facing down. I was careless from time to time, and walked over the hillside I didn't pay attention when I was walking down the road, so she rubbed her face in the mud. I just saw you being murdered by Yan Yun. I was impatient and wanted to play the flute, but I threw her on the ground with one hand behind my back and the other hand in my hand. .”

He lowered his head guiltily, feeling sorry for Su Jing.

Because the first time he reacted, instead of throwing Fang Geyu with his right hand, he freed up the left hand that was holding her.

This watery person was completely darkened by him.

(End of this chapter)