Madam, she always wants to bring trouble to the world

Chapter 389 Bloody Hands
"What's going on with this formation?"

General Song looked at the surrounding scene and made a sound. At this moment, they were in the criss-crossing streets, with their feet on the white snow, surrounded by various shops.

They are still in Hezhou City, but...

Thinking of the formation method set up by the old Taoist Xuanchen, then they will not look at this place with ordinary eyes.

He turned and went to a shop. When he reached the closed door, he raised his hand and patted the door, shouting, "Boss Zheng, are you there? Open the door!"

However, no one answered, and the room was quiet, with no sound coming out.

"I'll go home and take a look." After leaving a sentence, someone ran forward along the street, wanting to go home to see his wife and children.

Others were watching around here, but the ghost general, who had been thinking about the ghost army, was going to the other side, he was desperate to find a way out of here.

Feng Qingyan is also observing everything around here, she is thinking about what kind of formation this is.

Thinking of the white flags she saw before, they would appear at a certain distance. At first, she didn't pay much attention to these directions, but now thinking about it, it seems that they are set up around Hezhou City...

"This is for you." Suddenly there was a voice next to her ear, and when Feng Qingyan turned her head, she saw the man in black standing beside her handing her a white handkerchief.

Feng Qingyan frowned, but didn't take it.

When the woman behind the young man in black saw this scene, her expression changed instantly.

"Your hand is injured." The young man in black's eyes fell on her right hand hanging by her side.

Feng Qingyan raised her hand, and saw the finger cut by the strings, and there were still drops of blood flowing from the wound, dripping on the snow, dazzling red.

At first she was busy blocking the army of ghosts, so even if her hand was scratched, she didn't care about it. Later, when the old Taoist Xuanchen appeared and the formation was in operation, she couldn't care less about it. If he didn't say anything, she would almost forget.

But now that I think about it, why does it still feel a little painful?

Forget it, forget it.

"No, thank you." Even so, she declined softly. Although her face was covered with a veil, she believed that he recognized her.

But there was no friendship between them at all, and with what she saw, she obviously wouldn't think of him in a particularly good way.

Who knows if he is planning something.

"It would be a pity if the girl's hands, which are good at playing the piano, become useless because of this." His eyes fell on her hands, and there was a bit of regret in his words.

Feng Qingyan looked at her blood-stained right hand again, thought for a while, and took it.

"Thank you."

She used her other uninjured hand to bandage herself, because it was not easy to operate, so she rolled it casually a few times, and when she was thinking about how to tie it up, her wrist was grabbed by a hand that suddenly stretched out .

The young man in black probably couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed her hand expressionlessly, and then slowly unwound her badly rolled handkerchief.

The sleeves slid down her arm a bit, and he could see a string of bracelets on her wrist, which looked ordinary on the surface, but he seemed to see something different, but just for a moment, he again Look away.

Feng Qingyan struggled for a while, wanting to withdraw her hand, not used to him touching like this, and then saw him say without raising his head: "Don't move."

Thinking about it, he didn't mean anything malicious, so she obediently stayed still, lowered her head, and kept her eyes on her hands, ignoring the eyes of others.

The handkerchief was completely removed, facing this bloody hand, the young man in black couldn't help frowning.

Women should love their hands very much, right?

He wiped her blood with a handkerchief, and threw the blood-stained white handkerchief on the snow almost immediately.

Another bottle of white jade porcelain appeared in his hand, and he gently poured the golden sore medicine inside on her wound.

Feng Qingyan watched quietly, but her thoughts couldn't help thinking of the past.She still remembered that the master had always played the piano very well, and she also got a bit of his true inheritance.

In the courtyard, one person plays the piano and the other frets, which seems to have become an eternal tacit understanding between the two of them.

The master would always admire and say: "A Yan is not only smart and beautiful, but also has a pair of wonderful hands."

Her master, she also imagined that one day she could play chess and play a piano with him again.

Her five fingers are slender, but very cold, like frost and snow on the ground, the longer she touches the ground, the colder the fingertips feel, inch by inch.

After the boy in black bandaged her up, he raised his eyes to look at her and found that she was distracted, but the eyes not covered by the veil and the eyelashes that were as thick as feather fans fluttered slightly, but they were as beautiful as when they first saw her.

Flying from her, he who was hiding in the dark recognized her when he saw the Liuyue Xuetang Umbrella.

"Thank you." After thanking again, Feng Qingyan who came back to her senses immediately withdrew her hand.

The expression of the young man in black was as cold as ever, and he nodded slightly, accepting this thank you.

"Young master." The woman behind him called him, and whispered: "That man is back."

Both Feng Qingyan and the young man in black looked forward, and then they found that the person who said he wanted to go home just now had come back.

"Why... why am I back again?" He asked suspiciously, only to realize that he had turned back again.

And not long after, General Ghost also came back, but the expression on his face was a bit ugly.

"Is this a maze?" General Song asked.

"I don't know." The man shook his head slightly, unable to explain why.

After hearing this, Feng Qingyan fell silent and began to think.

"No matter what formation this is, this general must go out, if you don't believe it, you won't be able to break it!"

The ghost general was very annoyed, when he thought of Xuanchen's plan to plot against his ghost army, he couldn't calm down, he really wanted to eat him raw!
"You are so powerful, you should go." Someone said sarcastically, but he did not forget that he let the ghost soldiers attack the city, and they died a lot of people because of it.

With a sideways glance, General Ghost raised his hand, the strength in his body dissipated, and directly grabbed the man's neck fiercely, staring at him with sharp eyes like blades.

"what are you going to do!"

"Let him go!"

The people around looked at him warily, but they didn't dare to take a real shot at him, for fear that he would suddenly be provoked again and kill him directly.

Feng Qingyan's thoughts were interrupted, she looked up and frowned a little displeased.

The group of them was at a stalemate, and the young man in black and the others always looked like they were watching a show.

"Do you have a lot of power left? If so, then there is no need to be stalemate, you can fight again, just let me see who will die faster."

Just like that, a total of nearly twenty people were trapped here together. If they did not unite and engaged in internal strife, they would undoubtedly die faster.

(End of this chapter)