The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 184 Little prince, don't look!

Following her breath, the headless corpse approached again, and the headless body walked and swayed but never fell down.

In the carriage, Bi Yue opened a corner of the curtain to see the scene outside clearly by the dim moonlight.

When she met the eyes of a dead body with guts pierced, her head became dizzy, and her heart beat wildly out of control.

Knowing that the corpse could not be seen, she still broke out in a cold sweat, only feeling a chill rushing from the soles of her feet to her heart, and instantly flowing through her limbs and bones.

At the same time, Feng Qingcheng was besieged by several corpses. She swung her long sword and cut off the hands they extended, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The stump of the broken arm fell to the ground and became an independent individual again, with five fingers crawling flexibly on the ground.

Such a strange scene made people feel terrified, Bi Yueguang used all his strength to move his lips, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

Cang Li, who was standing beside her, saw her staring outside for a moment, and moved her bald head closer, "I want to see mother too!"

However, just as his head was in front of the curtain, Biyue covered his eyes with her hands, "Little prince, don't look!"

Outside, Cang Jin and Feng Qingcheng encountered the same situation, no matter how many swords he stabbed the corpse, even if he stabbed the corpse with bleeding holes all over, the corpse would still not fall down.

Facing an enemy who couldn't be killed no matter what, his physical strength was consumed little by little, and he gradually became powerless.

Feng Qingcheng's wrist holding the sword was so sore that she trembled uncontrollably even when she raised the sword.

Gritting her teeth, she switched the sword to her left hand and continued to chop the corpses. Several corpses were chopped into a puddle of flesh by her, but the bloody torso was still crawling towards her on the ground.

There are more than 30 corpses, plus those mutilated limbs, it seems that they can never be killed.

During the fight, Feng Qingcheng found a severed hand grabbing her ankle.

Her eyes sank, and the long sword directly cut off the wrist of that hand, and blood spurted out immediately, splashing all over her body.

At this time, Cang Jin retreated while fighting, and joined her, and the two of them were tightly surrounded by corpses.

No matter how skillful Cang Jin was, he couldn't deal with this lifeless dead thing. He wiped the blood splashed on his face, "Princess, have these corpses been controlled?"

After his reminder, a thought suddenly flashed in Feng Qingcheng's heart, "Puppetry! They should have been hit by puppetry!"

Cang Jin's eyes tightened slightly, and he asked, "Is there a way to crack it?"

Feng Qingcheng has not been exposed to witchcraft for a long time, at most she manipulated a few fireflies.

But now that the situation is urgent, she can only rush the ducks to the shelves!

She closed her eyes to calm herself down, and when she opened her eyes again, the fear in her heart subsided a lot, "Judging from the number and duration of manipulating the corpses, the opponent's witchcraft is very strong, I will try to see if I can break it."

As she spoke, she clenched the long sword tightly and swiped it towards her palm without hesitation.

The blood stained the blade, and the blood light suddenly brightened.

The blade of the sword was soaked in her blood, and gradually turned into a bright red color. Feng Qingcheng's hand holding the sword could feel the temperature of the blade rising little by little.

And those corpses smelled of blood and became more restless.

All of a sudden, the corpses soared up, and they rushed to them in the blink of an eye.

Feng Qingcheng swung his sword and slashed down without hesitation. The corpse struck by the blood light froze and fell heavily on the ground, completely motionless.

Seeing this, Cang Jin's eyes suddenly showed joy, "Princess, you have succeeded!"

Encouraged by Feng Qingcheng, she wiped the bleeding hand on the sword, and rushed into the pile of corpses in one go!
　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)