Rebirth: The Adopted Daughter

Ye Qingxia looked at a room of corpses in a daze. After Shi Lao died, the little corpses living in the corpse seemed to be attracted by delicious food and poured out of the corpse one after another. The villagers who had just died were fine, but a layer of insects crawled out of their faces. The bodies of Wang Qiang and Aunt Wang on the bed were very exaggerated. All the insects in the body poured out, and the body was like a deflated sack. Those insects tried their best to fly towards Shi Lao, but because of the cold, they flew halfway to the ground and fell on all fours. After thinking for a while, ye Qingxia pulled out the clothes and armor that Han Sicheng took off yesterday from under the bed and changed it for old Shi. If Han Sicheng has any enemies, he should mistakenly think it is Han Sicheng when he sees this armor. She used a dagger to pick up the small corpses that fell to the ground and fell on the stone's face wearing armor. Old Shi, who had just died, was still warm. The little corpses turned over and went into old Shi's body. The corpse has no way to treat the living supernatural powers, but the dead supernatural powers are the most delicious for this mutated psychic corpse. Ye Qingxia looked at the little spot slightly frowning under Shi Lao's skin and knew. Before long, there was only a thin skin and a pile of corpses under the armor. Without careful identification, it is impossible to distinguish the man's original appearance. She looked around at the dead people in the room and thought of what old Shi said, which made her feel very heavy. I didn't kill Biren, but Biren died because of me. Thinking of this, ye Qingxia goes to cuitao's room again, helps cuitao change her rags, then pulls the sheet and drags her to the door of the firewood room. Along the way, the corpses falling from cuitao fell on the snow and were frozen to death. Such a ferocious insect is really fragile. Ye Qingxia loosed the bed sheet and threw cuitao at the door of the firewood house. Then she ran to the snow and jumped. She didn't see a small corpse. However, she was worried for fear of a corpse, because she fell on Han Sicheng. Looking at no one around, he took off his clothes one by one. Finally, he rolled naked on the thick snow. When I got up, I saw several black spots under me. He grabbed the snow again, rubbed his head, and dropped several corpses. Ye Qingxia picked up the dagger, cut her long hair into short hair, wiped her head and body with snow, and felt relieved when she saw it was clean. She shook her clothes. Some clothes were rubbed on the snow. She looked carefully and felt clean. Then she put them on. When I was half dressed, something suddenly fell from a bare tree outside the yard. The bang frightened Ye Qingxia. She craned her neck and looked at a lump of snow under the tree. I saw a young man in a blue and gray robe get up from the snow. His hair was tied with a belt and a long sword was inserted around his waist, like a practicing supernatural power. Ye Qingxia looked at the tree and knew that she had been seen by him just now. She blushed and thought it might be a coincidence. Besides, even if she came forward to scold him, she might not be able to beat him, let alone never meet again. So she ignored him, tied up her clothes and strode towards the wood house. She carried Han Sicheng in farmer's clothes out and picked a piece of clean snow to put down. Then he went back, took the sheet and dragged cuitao in her clothes into the firewood room. It was warm in the wood room. As soon as cuitao entered the wood room, the corpse in her body ran out. She was like a balloon without air, deflated. With a layer of human skin, I can't see what she used to look like. This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.