Xuanxia

Chapter 257 Ghost Dance
Looking at this "female ghost", the two Northern Barbarians were somewhat frightened and confused.

"What, what is this?"

The tall man asked in amazement, "Could this be the female ghost from the strange novels?"

"Who cares what she is!" the short man said in a deep voice, pulling out the curved knife from his waist: "We can't let others know what we are doing here, kill her!"

As he spoke, he pounced and rushed towards the "female ghost".

The tall man gritted his teeth, drew out a scimitar and rushed forward.

Fu Qingzhou watched the speed of their steps and the movements of their swords, his pupils shrank slightly: "They are both at the sixth level of Wuqiao! The guys sent by the Northern Barbarians to Luoyi are of quite high level!"

He planned to wait and see - since someone was helping him, that was naturally the best thing, and he would just act according to the circumstances.

In a blink of an eye, two northern barbarians, one tall and one short, pounced in front of the "female ghost".

The next moment, the "female ghost" was seen dancing.

She stood on tiptoe, raised her sleeves and started spinning in circles while laughing sinisterly.

The short man rushed forward, and his scimitar drew an amazing arc of light in the air, cutting straight towards the neck of the "female ghost"!
However, at this moment, a pair of fluttering long sleeves came from the side and blocked his eyes without warning.

With this light flick, the short man suddenly let out a scream!
He flew backwards at an even faster and more violent speed, hitting the tall man hard, and both of them immediately rolled to the ground.

"Ahhhh!"

The short man let out a shrill scream and covered his eyes with his hands - his eyes, which were brushed by the long sleeves, were now oozing thick black blood.

The tall man stood up and looked down in fear.

The short man was trembling all over, his teeth chattering, and he groaned and screamed from between his teeth: "It's so itchy... so itchy! Help me stop, stop!"

He spoke in Northern Yi dialect, but the "female ghost" seemed to understand him. She stood still, giggled, and actually spoke in Northern Yi dialect as well: "Itchy? Dig out your eyes, and it won't itch anymore, right?"

"Dig, dig?!" The short man seemed to understand something and suddenly put his fingers into his eye sockets!
The tall man was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and Fu Qingzhou, who was hiding in the tree, also felt his scalp tingling.

Seeing the short man with his eyes gouged out and his face covered in blood, but kneeling on the ground with an expression of relief, the tall man no longer had any fighting spirit on his face, and looked at the "female ghost" with extreme fear: "You, you..."

"What do you mean by you? What do I mean by me?"

The "female ghost" laughed sinisterly, "Didn't you do the same thing back then, digging out other people's eyeballs?"

“Who are you?” The tall man gritted his teeth and backed away a little bit. “Are you also a shaman who knows witchcraft? No… You are not using witchcraft, but sorcery! The ancestors will bless me, and the Eternal Heaven will punish you!”

"Ancestor spirit? Changshengtian?"

The "female ghost" looked as if she had heard the best joke in the world. She raised her head and let out a shrill laugh!

"Hahahaha! Ridiculous, ridiculous! If they really had souls, how could they have kept you until now! Your souls should have rotted along with your bodies, and sunk into the deepest, smelliest ditch together!"

As she spoke, she raised her long sleeves again.

The dirty and tattered long sleeves were like a flying sword or a white silk, whistling and piercing towards the tall man!

The tall man retreated while shaking his head, his eyes constantly moving between the "female ghost" and the short man.

After the short man dug out his eyeballs, he no longer felt itchy or screamed, but the black blood seemed to never stop flowing out of his empty eye sockets. After a while, the ground was covered with blood. He also collapsed to his knees on the ground, motionless, and seemed to be dead.

Such a scene made the tall man unable to muster any intention of resisting at all.

He had also seen the witchcraft of shamans and met people from the Central Plains who cast spells on the battlefield.

But just by being brushed by a sleeve, his eyes were dug out?
This is wrong... It's totally wrong! There is no spiritual power at all. It's not a martial art or a spell? !

Could it be... it's really a ghost? !

Or is this some kind of extremely terrible poison?
No matter which one it is, with his strength, he can't contend with it!
Just when the long sleeves were about to wrap around the tall northern barbarian, Fu Qingzhou finally moved.

He jumped out of the tree like lightning and shouted loudly!
"Keep alive!"

The long sword chopped down, but it fell from behind the tall man.

The "ghost girl's" pupils shrank, but there was not much expression on her face, and her long sleeves were still rolled forward.

With a snap, the long sword fell like thunder. With a scream, the tall northern barbarian's right arm was cut off at the shoulder, and he flew to the side holding the scimitar. At the same time, the long sleeve that was about to touch the tall man was torn in half by the same sword.

The "female ghost" frowned slightly, retracted her long sleeves, and looked at Fu Qingzhou with a focused gaze.

Fu Qingzhou didn't look at her. After cutting off the tall man's arm, he took advantage of the man's shock and confusion, flipped his hand, and hit the back of the man's head hard with the handle of the knife.

The tall man groaned, but did not faint immediately. Instead, he turned his head and looked over with some confusion.

"So stubborn? The Sixth Realm is really special."

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows, applied a little more force, and knocked again.

This time the tall man's eyes rolled back and he fell straight down.

Fu Qingzhou was not in a hurry. He squatted down, tore off the clothes of the northern barbarian, and began to bandage the wound on his broken arm.

The purpose of amputating the hand holding the knife was to stop him from resisting...but if he wasn't bandaged, he would bleed to death.

The "female ghost" kept watching without coming forward until Fu Qingzhou started bandaging her, then she finally spoke.

"Who are you and why did you cut off his arm and save his life?"

This time it is Dayan Mandarin.

Fu Qingzhou didn't even raise his head: "Who are you and why are you playing tricks on me?"

"Me?" The ghost girl... no, the woman uttered a shrill and hoarse sneer: "I'm taking revenge!"

"revenge?"

Fu Qingzhou finished bandaging and slowly stood up: "Are you from the Northern Barbarians?"

"Humph." The woman snorted coldly: "It has nothing to do with you!"

"You want to kill this man, but I want to keep him alive." Fu Qingzhou said calmly: "It seems like there is a conflict, but in fact there is not - because you know that a person who cuts off his arm when they meet will not let him die peacefully."

Hearing this, the woman finally laughed.

She gave a sinister smile: "Yes, can you promise me that you will kill him after torturing him?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Then can you tell me what he did to make you hate him so much?"

"Hate him?"

The woman sneered: "Is he worthy of it?"

"He was just an insignificant one among that group of people back then!"

"I don't hate him... but their names are engraved on every inch of bones of our dead ancestors! I dare not forget them, I dare not let them go, I want them to die too!"

As she spoke, she became more excited again, and Fu Qingzhou heard something.

"Are you Murong Xuan?" he asked.

Zhao Hao once said that Murong Xuan was a woman who was constantly pursuing revenge... and there were even countless experts among the enemies.

So that’s how it is. Are her enemies the Northern Barbarians?

The woman, Murong Xuan, was not surprised when her name was called out. She laughed softly, "Promise me that you will torture him thoroughly before killing him!"

Fu Qingzhou exhaled lightly: "Okay, I promise you."

"good very good!"

Murong Xuan smiled with satisfaction: "Tell me your name, I will remember you."

"That's not necessary." Fu Qingzhou said with a smile: "At the Qianlong Hundred Elites Conference, you and I will know each other - I would like to give you a suggestion."

Murong Xuan: “?”

Fu Qingzhou whispered, "The Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes will behave well this time. If someone named Zhao comes to you and wants to help you, you can agree to it and he will help you get revenge."

(End of this chapter)