He was dressed in white, but it had already been stained red by blood.
The woman's face was covered with blood stains, and her specific face could not be seen clearly, but judging from her figure, she seemed to be in her twenties.
Song Xuan's heart moved slightly. Did Ouyang Feng fight with the men in white from the East China Sea and blow up the ancient tomb faction?
Before he could make a move, Song Qian jumped forward and came to the woman's side in an instant, reaching out and gently pressing her forehead.
The next moment, she turned to look at her brother coming from behind, and couldn't help but sigh.
"She is dead, her heart is broken, and her vitality has long been cut off. Now she is just a corpse. The strong obsession before death drove her body to crawl out of the ground instinctively."
Song Xuan looked down.
On the woman's body soaked in blood, a pair of empty eye sockets were glowing with deathly gray, but the woman's head still struggled to lift up, and her empty eyes were fixed on Song Qian's body.
Song Qian could understand what the remaining obsession of this woman was even if she died.
She hesitated for a moment, looked at her brother beside her, then took a deep breath and picked up the baby girl who was asleep or unconscious from the woman's arms.
Then, she pointed out, tore the rope behind the woman's back, and lifted up the girl who looked to be in her prime.
The head of the female corpse did not hang down, and her deathly gray pupils were still staring at Song Qian, looking a little penetrating.
Song Qian comforted her in a low voice: "Don't worry, they two, I will let them live well!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman's dull and stiff face seemed to be slightly alive, and she showed a rare look of relief. Then her eyes closed, her head hung low, and she fell to the ground with a thud.
This time, she didn't get up again and died completely.
Ye Gucheng looked at the corpse on the ground and frowned: "It stands to reason that the decisive battle between Ouyang Feng and the man in white has already spread throughout the world. Even the Quanzhen Sect has withdrawn. Unexpectedly, there are still people there."
Ma Yu, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, hurriedly came from behind and explained with some guilt: "These people are from the Ancient Tomb Sect. They have always lived in the underground ancient tombs and basically did not go out to interact with others. The news in the world Can't receive it either.
It's Pindao's fault. I was in a hurry to take people away, but I forgot to send someone to the ancient tomb. If I could have sent someone to inform me at that time, today's disaster would not have happened! "
"Brother!"
Qiu Chuji was anxious and hurriedly winked at his senior brother.
The head brother is good at everything, but he is too honest and takes all the responsibilities on himself.
This kind of thing is in a hurry, and the Tomb Sect has always been mysterious and outsiders don't know about it at all. If the senior brother doesn't tell, who knows what's going on inside?
The senior brother took the blame on himself when he opened his mouth, which seemed like the Quanzhen Sect was dishonest and deliberately cheated the Ancient Tomb Sect.
Song Xuan waved his hand, nodded to Ma Yu and said: "This is the fate, Master Ma does not need to blame himself!"
Zhongnan Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, and the Tomb Sect is hidden underground with no one to guide them. Finding them in this vast mountain is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But even in such a secret place, it was still affected by the battle between Ouyang Feng and the swordsman in white. It can only be said that the luck of the Tomb Sect is really bad, and there is a one in ten thousand chance of them encountering it.
"Wow!!"
At this moment, the baby girl in Song Qian's arms suddenly woke up. She seemed to have been well protected by the woman before she died and was not injured. When she woke up and saw a stranger holding her in her arms, she immediately cried uneasily. Made a sound.
As soon as the child cried, Song Qian immediately became a little confused and quickly comforted her softly, but it had no effect at all.
It was okay if she didn't speak, but when she spoke, the baby girl cried even louder and kept shouting "Master, Master, I want Master..."
"Brother, what should I do?"
Song Qian had lived for twenty years and had never been a mother. She had no experience in coaxing children, so she could only look to her elder brother for help.
"Let me try!"
Song Xuan stepped forward to take the little girl and tried to coax her a few words, but it still didn't work. She even choked with tears and started to have trouble breathing.
Song Xuan had no choice but to place the little girl next to the woman's body on the ground, and whispered to the little girl: "Your master is here..."
The little girl stopped crying immediately and walked tremblingly to the woman's side. With a happy smile on her face, she lay on the master's body and even wiped the blood stains on the master's face thoughtfully.
Victoria Song couldn't bear to see it.
The other party is a two or three-year-old child, who knows nothing about life and death, let alone the fear of bloodshed.
She only knew that the master was asleep. The sleeping master was very gentle and not fierce at all.
After lying on the woman's chest for a while, the little girl yawned, rolled on the master, and then fell asleep against the master's face.
Song Qian stroked her forehead with a confused look on her face, "Brother, what should we do next?"
"What should I do?" Song Xuan blinked at her, "You don't need to find a man, you can have many lovely daughters. What, you don't want to?"
"But I have no experience taking care of children!"
"There's nothing you can learn from!"
Song Xuan rubbed his chin, already roughly understanding who the little girl in front of him was.
If there is no accident, the dead woman should be the maid of Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect. After Lin Chaoying's death, her maid inherited the mantle of the Ancient Tomb Sect and became the second generation leader.
As for the cardamom girl that Song Qian was still holding, and the girl sleeping on her master's chest, they should be the third generation disciples of the Tomb Sect, Li Mochou and Xiao Longnu.
Song Xuan admitted that he had always wanted to come to Zhongnan Mountain for retreat, and part of the reason was to meet the legendary Little Dragon Girl.
It has nothing to do with love and love. As a time traveler, I simply want to see what the little dragon girl in this world of high martial arts looks like.
I just didn't expect that today's Xiao Longnu is still a little baby with baby fat on her face.
Although he was somewhat disappointed, he felt inexplicably relieved.
Looking at Song Qian's somewhat troubled pretty face, Song Xuan comforted her: "If you are really in trouble, let me raise this girl from now on. I would be happy to have multiple such lovely daughters."
Song Qian was a little surprised, "Brother, are you serious?"
But the next moment, she shook her head again, pointed to the female corpse on the ground, and said: "Forget it, I promised her that I would raise these two children well, it's up to me to do it myself!
You have an extra daughter out of nowhere, I'm afraid if Sister Lu gets a brain attack and cuts you into pieces! "
"It's not that exaggerated!"
Song Xuan winked at her, "Song Erni, be careful what you say. Didn't you see that Lao Ye is still here?"
Sure enough, Ye Gucheng looked indifferent at this time, but his eyes brightened, and the spirit of gossip in his bones had begun to burn.
Who is Sister Lu?
In this world, there are still women who dare to cut Song Xuan?
