The Ghost Doctor Hongyan of Huayin Jianghu

Chapter 49

She turned her head in surprise, only to see that behind her, Ling was only two feet away from her, and on Ling's chest, a folding fan went straight through her chest, piercing her heart.Blood gushed out from the folding fan, staining the floor red and making the poisonous spiders even more eager to move.

"You—" Yan Liluo was startled, Ling's eyes began to sag, blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth, and the folding fan tore at her chest, causing her body to endure severe pain like being torn apart.She staggered forward, and suddenly grabbed the unsuspecting Yan Liluo's shoulders with both hands, with such force that the nails in her hands were deeply embedded in her flesh.

"Master...has an order...to kill!" Aya murmured intermittently, the shadow of death had already begun to envelope her body.With the last of her strength, she pushed her hands forward with all her strength, and she fell straight down like this.

"Do not--!"

Feng Ye hurried forward, not caring that the blood silk's sharp threads scratched his body, and kept running forward like crazy.But Yan Liluo's figure was like a fallen leaf in the dark night, lonely and wandering, drawing an arc straight in the air.

The cliff behind him is like a dark cave, swallowing all life.Yan Liluo stared blankly at the face that was getting further and further away from her, her vision gradually blurred.Sadness and despair were written on that handsome face, and the blood on his face made him look even more vulnerable.Yan Liluo stretched out her hand to comfort him, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch that sad face.

The light blue clothes flashed a sad figure in the darkness, falling straight towards the cliff.Feng Ye frantically flew forward, trying with all his might to grab that lonely and lonely figure, but his hand could only touch the other's snow-white and cold fingertips, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch it.

"Yan Liluo!"

"Yan Liluo!"

Feng Ye kept shouting on the edge of the cliff, but what answered him was lifeless endless darkness.Yan Liluo's figure was gradually swallowed by the bottomless black abyss, without a sound, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Endless pain, boundless regret and remorse hit like a torrent, Feng Ye's heart seemed to stop, suppressing the grief.He stood on the spot, staring blankly at the darkness where Yan Liluo disappeared, the blood in his whole body seemed to be flowing backwards, and he was in endless pain.

"what--"

Angry screams and painful wailing immediately resounded throughout the altar.Feng Ye turned his back to the sky, and screamed in pain, as if he wanted to release all the suppressed pain in his heart.

Ning Shan stood on the altar, quietly watching Feng Ye's howling in pain and self-reproach.Her eyes glanced at the corpses of Ling and Zhi who fell on the ground, and a trace of grief flashed in her eyes.

She slowly closed her eyes, and after a long time, there was a sound of footsteps behind the altar.Ningshan's expression was relieved for a moment, she slowly turned around, faced the other side of the altar, smiled quietly, and said softly: "You are finally here, brother..."

"Ningshan?" Behind the altar, Ling Xuzhuo was a little surprised, he walked in front of Ningshan for some unknown reason, and asked, "I seem to have heard Brother Feng's voice just now—"

In the middle of speaking, Ling Xuzhuo was stunned by the scene in front of him - Leng Xiaoshang was chained to a wooden stake, and the countless knives behind him almost touched her thin body.Her hands and feet were already bruised and slightly red and swollen.And above her head, a red sharp knife almost pierced through her head!

"What—what's going on?!" Ling Xuzhuo was amazed, the scene in front of him hit him too hard, his tone became a little trembling: "Ning——Ningshan, what are you doing? "

"Can't you see what your good sister has done?" Behind Ling Xuzhuo, Tong Zhu limped out.Her face was a little pale, and her steps were staggering, but her eyes were still sharp: "Your good sister wants Miss Leng's life!"

"What—?!" Ling Xuzhuo looked at Ningshan in disbelief, at her feet, Zhizhi was lying on the ground covered in blood, and had already lost her breath.On the other side of the cliff, Ling's chest was bloody and blood was gushing out from the wound on her chest, and she had lost her eyesight, as if she had already passed away.

"This is... what's going on?" Ling Xuzhuo tried his best to suppress the turbulent feelings in his heart, bit his lips hard, and forced himself to calm down.He slowly walked in front of Ningshan step by step, clenched his fists, and felt pain like a knife in his heart: "Ningshan, I want you to tell me yourself, what's going on?"

"Kill Leng Xiaoshang and complete the Xuanying Clan's blood sacrifice!"

Snapped--

As soon as the words fell, a five-fingerprint appeared on Ning Shan's face. Ling Xuzhuo was so angry that she trembled all over, and slapped Ning Shan hard with all her strength. Ning Shan's face suddenly became red and swollen, and a trace of blood ran down her The corners of his mouth flowed down.

(End of this chapter)