After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

Sang Mo looked at the weird smile of the puppet, and a cold feeling ran down his back.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked behind her, and saw that all the dolls sitting in the corner had disappeared.

Before she could react, a cold feeling suddenly came from above her head. Sang Mo looked up and saw a long-haired doll in white swooping towards her with its hands in claws.

She quickly raised her sword and slashed upwards, but the doll showed an evil smile and spun around to dodge easily.

At the same time, another sharp palm wind suddenly hit Sang Mo's chest. Sang Mo had no time to hide, so the queen took a step back.

Before the sword fell, the palm wind had already landed firmly on her chest.

The huge impact almost penetrated Sang Mo. Her eyes widened in shock and she spat out a mouthful of blood. She was thrown away by the huge impact before she could react, and then hit the wall hard.

The stone wall behind him was shattered into pieces, and a few pieces of gravel and dust fell.

Sang Mo fell in the ruins and took a hard breath.

She forced herself to raise her head and saw the puppet doll wearing a purple and gold gown and jade jade bells standing there, looking at her with a playful expression.

Sang Mo closed his eyes in pain and said that he was confused. He had thought something was wrong with those dolls and should have taken action earlier.

At the same time, she was also amazed that this puppet master was really powerful.

This level was almost the same as the puppet gods she had seen in the sky.

She gritted her teeth in pain and tried to sit up.

But as soon as he exerted force, there was an indescribable stinging pain in his chest. It must be that the sternum was broken and pierced into the internal organs.

I never expected that one day she would be seriously injured by such a few wooden dolls.

As soon as the soul-eating and bone-eating Wangchuan water touched the bloody water, it began to crazily devour Sang Mo's spiritual power.

Sang Mo couldn't move at this moment. The spiritual power was also exhausted all at once.

For a moment, she could do nothing except wait for death.

The great pain gradually caused her to become confused and unclear. Sang Mo lay in the ruins, staring blankly at the dark roof.

"Shen Yanqing, you bastard, you always care about your head and body. What will you do without me?"

"You old... bastard... you have to live well."

Sang Mo's mouth was bleeding and he slowly closed his eyes.

She felt her body getting colder and colder, and finally lost consciousness and passed out.

She thought she was dead, but the pain in her body was still there when she regained consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a table in front of him with a burning candle standing on it.

And he was tied to a cross, with his hands and feet fixed.

Has she returned to the second floor again?

Sang Mo thought and looked around. This time she saw the back of a man wearing linen clothes.

From Sang Mo's angle, only a little bit of his fair cheeks could be seen.

But she recognized the jade hands holding the wood and carving knife at a glance.

The hands were long and fair, as green as green onions, and the nails were a hint of pink. They were exactly the same as the hands hiding in the black mist that manipulated the puppet doll.

After noticing Sang Mo's gaze, the man slowly turned his head.

It was a feminine face with soft facial lines and big and bright amber eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to be able to see into people's hearts at once.

The straight nose bridge and smooth skin give people a fresh and refined look. The thin lips are delicate pink, and the flaxen hair is like a carefully drawn picture, so beautiful that it is admirable.

He looked at Sang Mo and said nothing, but raised his hand to turn the thread on his fingertips.

The next moment, the puppet doll suddenly pressed a button on the wall.

"Clatter" the sound of the mechanical shaft rotating sounded. The stone wall behind the man suddenly dented.

Then a huge upside-down crystal cup was pushed out.

There is a person vaguely covered in the crystal cup,

Sang Mo took a closer look and saw Su Jinyi sitting in the cup, curled up into a ball, looking at everything in front of him with a look of fear.

For some reason, when Sang Mo saw her, his heart felt as painful as being bitten by thousands of ants.

She was stunned and couldn't help but cursed: "Asshole! You have indeed seen my master! Where has he gone?"

The man looked at Sang Mo and suddenly waved his hand and wrote a line of words in mid-air, "Want to see him?"

Sang Mo looked like an idiot, "So you are mute."

The man suddenly laughed when he heard this, waved his hand and wrote another line, "You are more interesting than her, I plan to keep you."

Monk Sang Mozhang was confused, "What are you talking about? Where is my master?"

The man smiled, flipped his fingers again, and manipulated the puppet doll beside him to press a button.

This time the sound came from above. Sang Mo looked up and saw a man covered in blood, tied with chains, slowly falling from the black hole on the roof.

The man was tortured to a state of disgrace, his black hair was disheveled, and he looked like a jellyfish in the water.

Sang Mo looked at it and suddenly realized with a shock...

Damn it, it seems to be Shen Yanqing.

Why was he beaten like this?

"Master!" Sang Mo exclaimed.

Shen Yanqing slowly raised his head when he heard the sound, glanced at Sang Mo half-deadly, and suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood in anger.

He glanced at Sang Mo up and down. Sadness and distress suddenly appeared in his eyes, but his tone was unprecedentedly stern, "What are you doing here? Who asked you to come?"

Sang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then she shouted back with a louder voice, "You don't look at yourself first, how qualified are you to reprimand me!"

Shen Yanqing was stunned for a moment and finally chose to shut up.

Sang Mo was unwilling to give up and wanted to point his nose at him and scold him, "You bastard! You just went to the underworld to offend the Hall of Hell, but now you come to such a ghost place to seek death."

"It's okay now. I can't even beat him. How can I save you?"

Shen Yanqing was a little helpless, "Who should save whom now?"

Sang Mo wanted to say more, but the man on the other end waved his hand again and wrote a line of words, "You stay, they can leave."

"Ah?" Sang Mo turned around in surprise, "Why?"

"Your master promised me to exchange something for the soul-melting water. At first I wanted her." The man was writing and suddenly raised his hand to point at Su Jinyi.

Su Jinyi on the other end was wearing a beautiful skirt, dressed like a little fairy. The crystal cup covering her was as clear as ice and carved with exquisite patterns.

Sang Mo was speechless. This man had already treated Su Jinyi as his personal property, and now he still wanted her. It was like a dream.

"Look at you, everything sold is non-refundable and non-exchangeable. If you want her, just keep it. Just let us go."

She said and looked at Shen Yanqing, "What do you think? Master."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present turned their attention to Shen Yanqing.

Shen Yanqing's eyes were determined, "I didn't say I would trade for one of them."