The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chen Xiangyin stood in the ruins of dark gray mixed with charred black. There was silence all around. The ashes fell in slow motion. The only sound was the rustle of hair growing, which made people's scalp numb.

Looking at He Chongtian, who was sitting with his legs wide open and hugging his knees, the dust dyed his unruliness a bit wild, and sweat slid down his cold-lined cheeks, making every contour appear more distinct and powerful.

His chest rose and fell violently under his rapid breathing, strong and powerful.

Such vigorous and wanton vitality contrasts sharply with the deathly gray surroundings.

The large cloud of hot breath exhaled by the crane towering into the sky condensed into water droplets on the white narcissus.

Chen Xiangyin was lost in thought, and He Chongtian suddenly turned his face. As they looked at each other, Chen Xiangyin felt a ripple in his heart. She liked daffodils.

After getting some respite for the time being, Chen Xiangyin joked: "He Chongtian, why don't you wash your clothes?"

He Chongtian stood up and walked towards her, smiling secretly and whispering: "I'll wear it for two more days if I hug you."

Chen Xiang looked disgusted and said vaguely: "When did you start speaking so elegantly?"

After saying that, Chen Xiang extended his hand: "Did you bring a knife?"

He Chongtian turned his head and took out a dagger from his belt. Before Shen Xiangyin took it, he suddenly withdrew and raised it, not giving it to her.

"What do you want a knife for?"

Chen Xiangyin stood up on tiptoes and jumped, but couldn't reach it. "The exit has not appeared, and the formation has not been broken yet. I want to prick these hairs to see what is behind."

Since there is no exit, it means that the source of the karma fire that was extinguished just now is not the real formation eye.

The real formation of the trick formation they were in at this time was these long hairs.

He Chongtian understood clearly, turned around and swung his dagger towards the wall, and a sharp cold light shot down from top to bottom.

The tangled hair that was being moved was suddenly cut horizontally, like a crack in silk.

Suddenly, a blood-red hand stretched out from the crack, clawing and dancing wildly.

He Chongtian reacted quickly, leaned back to avoid, and looked at Chen Xiangyin.

Chen Xiangyin's expression froze, he took out the silver needle and held it in his hand, "A woman's hand, a woman's hair."

She was thoughtful for a while and then asked He Chongtian: "Do you know that apart from Lin Qiaozhu's beauty salon, are there any other places where women have disappeared?"

He Chongtian's eyes were dark, and he thought deeply before replying: "It's been a common occurrence in Qingshan City for the past two years."

Chen Xiangyin looked at the van driver who was stunned and stunned, approached him and kicked him: "Do you want to live?"

The driver nodded wildly and looked like he was about to cry. His face was pulled fiercely by the blisters burning at high temperature.

Chen Xiang felt disgusted and put his hand on the bottom of his nose: "Master Gao Tian is so ruthless that his accomplices will not be spared."

The driver was indignant: "Damn it, these inhuman lunatics, get out and I'll kill them!"

Chen Xiangyin took advantage of his excitement and asked: "What happened to those missing women? Where did you pick up Wuhua?"

The driver was afraid that he would die here if he couldn't get out, but he cooperated.

"I just started doing this not long ago. Every time I pick it up from Master Gao Tianshi. Wuhua is considered useless scrap. Master Gao Tianshi sells it to Lin Qiaozhu at a high price. As for the missing women, they are all dead."

They were all dead. Chen Xiangyin had expected it, so it wasn't a surprise.

Then he asked the driver: "What else do you know? Think about it carefully. The more we know, the more likely we are to find clues."

The driver grabbed his hair with both hands. There was a large patch of pus and blood on his burned scalp, and there were blood beads in his hair.

"Let me think about it...I want to think about it..." A bunch of hair was pulled off by himself along with his skin and flesh, and the driver said, "Master Gao Tianshi draws their blood!"

"Draw blood?" Chen Xiangyin looked at the hand stretched out from the wall. It was still scratching and dancing wildly. It was flat and black with no blood.

The driver nodded anxiously: "Yes! Master Gao Tianshi said that these women are full of treasures, and blood is the most precious!"

I don't know when, the long hair on the surrounding walls grew faster and faster, with a crazy trend.

Chen Xiang turned back to look at the movement. Under the intertwined hair, an outline gradually emerged.

Woman silhouette. The driver followed Chen Xiangyin's gaze and saw the clues. He screamed in fright and hid behind Shen Xiangyin.

"I've told you everything I know! You have to take me out alive!"

The outline of the surrounding walls became more and more obvious, as if someone was wrapped in it, struggling slowly and strangely with his mouth wide open.

It looks like breaking through the confinement of hair.

"The resentment is so heavy, like a ghost of resentment." Agarwood unknowingly approached He Chongtian to ward off evil spirits.

The burning sensation on his skin was no longer there, replaced by a coldness that penetrated the seams between his bones.

Tiny lamentations came one after another from all directions.

He Chongtian asked Chen Xiangyin: "The resentful ghost is the same as Mao Ni's classmates in the tunnel?"

Chen Xiang snorted: "They are just as idiotic and act out of resentment, but not all people who die in vain will become resentful ghosts."

Chen Xiang tightened her large coat tightly, put her arms through the cuffs and put it on, "Let's say dozens at least. With such a large scale, someone must be doing something wrong. These resentful ghosts were trained by Master Gao Tian."

He Chongtian: "Lian?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Master Gao Tian should know how to control ghosts. After the people who died in vain passed away, he would use external force to intervene and turn them into resentful ghosts for his own use."

These murdered women were not only killed for no reason in this life, but also had no peace of mind after death.

He Chongtian asked: "How to break it?"

Chen Xiangyin: "Kill, or relieve the resentment."

"Ah!! Let me go!!" A panicked howl resounded through the formation.

Chen Xiangyin immediately looked towards the source of the sound. The driver of the van, who had been sitting cowering just now, was caught by two ghost hands and leaned against the wall.

The driver kicked his legs and struggled, his eyes wide open in fear, "Help! Help me!"

At the same time that Agarwood led Fei to throw the silver needle, a black head wrapped in hair suddenly broke through the wall!

The two hands holding the driver came from two different bodies, and one of them suddenly exerted force.

There was a click.

The driver's cry for help stopped suddenly, his head drooped heavily, and his neck was broken.

To be precise, the entire cervical vertebra was broken, with some skin and flesh still attached.

The blood from the aorta spurted out, spraying on the ground and walls.

The blood steamed white in the winter, and the smell of blood hit my nose. The agarwood was too late to draw out the silver needle.

"Look!" Chen Xiang pointed at the wall. She was shocked to find that her long hair, which had been splashed with blood, became plump and grew slowly.

He Chongtian looked over and said, "These resentful ghosts want blood?"

Chen Xiangyin: "It's probably true that since Master Gao Tianshi said that the most precious thing in these women is their blood, he shouldn't take the dead blood."

He would take living blood and bleed to death while the woman was in the most painful and frightened state.

The biggest feeling they felt before they died must be coldness.

Desperate and helpless, I slowly feel the passage of life, the passage of blood, being drained.

He Chongtian: "How much blood do we need for dozens of resentful ghosts? Let's kill them. How to kill them?"

Agarwood fell silent, and the wailing sounds around him pierced the eardrums, pierced the heart, and left a deep mark.

She was surprised at her soft heart, but she didn't hesitate for long.

Chen Xiangyin's eyes gradually became firmer, and she looked at the dagger in He Chongtian's hand, "I have as much blood as I can, just don't stop me."