The edge of the sword turned into a sharp blue light, and he threw out his sleeves and shot towards the back!
But the next moment, he lost any sense of Qiushui Sword.
Balian didn't panic, his eyes became calmer.
Fang Geyu realized the power of this female corpse in a very short period of time.
She hesitated for a moment, because from the beginning to the end, she did not sense that the female corpse had any murderous intention towards the two of them.
It was not life-threatening, so she clenched the sword in her hand. She hesitated for a moment because of the secret she had hidden in her heart for many years.
It was this moment of hesitation that gave the female corpse in red a moment of opportunity.
She walked out from the wall, opened her mouth, and spit out the Autumn Water Sword.
Balian's move just now actually made her swallow the Qiu Shui Sword into her belly.
When Bai Lian looked back and prepared to fight, he saw her smile contemptuously and lightly hit the drum surface at her waist with her calloused fingers.
"Buzz——"
The sound produced by the knocking is not like a dull and heavy drum sound at all, but like some kind of harsher and sharper sound wave, like a sharp needle tip, suddenly thrust into the ear, piercing the eardrum and skull, and going deep into the sea of consciousness.
It seems to be able to penetrate people's minds!
The contemptuous smile of the female corpse became the last scene before Fang Geyu fell into coma and lost consciousness.
Hearing the two men fall one after another, the female corpse slowly came to them, her face no longer empty and lifeless, facing the long sword that had fallen to the ground when Fang Geyu was unconscious.
She knelt down and reached for the sword with her fingers.
Before she had time to touch the scabbard, her fingers trembled, as if being stabbed by something invisible, and she suddenly retracted her fingers.
A hint of fear finally appeared in his unfocused eyes.
Not daring to touch the sword again, the female corpse squatted on the ground, her fingertips caressing the thick calluses of her fingertips as usual. She was dazed for a while, and suddenly, she made a surprising movement.
The cold palm gently touched Balian's face.
Without stroking it carefully, the rough fingertips touched the bridge of his nose, and he quickly retracted his palm.
The expression of the female corpse was very calm, but the pair of blank pupils shone with a malicious luster, and the whites of the eyes were filled with an indelible scarlet, and the eyes were filled with cold anger, surging and cursing.
In the long silent night, the female corpse let out a sad sneer.
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The night was gloomy, and dark clouds hung over the city.
The sound of the night watch can be heard, and the inn in the border town is silent in the depth of night.
Ji San'er is used to poverty. Even though she is now living in an inn and has no worries about food and clothing, she will habitually save candlelight at night.
Two of the three bright lamps were extinguished, leaving only one dim light.
She sipped the hot porridge in small sips under the dim light of the candlestick.
After Balian left, he ordered the inn boy to deliver four meals a day to the guest room on time.
A sudden night wind blew open the window of the inn, and the candle flame was not touched and swayed by the night wind, but it made an unprovoked 'crackling' sound and went out on its own.
Ji San'er raised her confused eyebrows and looked at the wick of the bright candle, as if it had been cut by a sickle in the wind. Through the light of the embers of the candle, she saw a sharp mark left by the broken wick.
The cut off sparks gradually sank into the candle of tears, and the frost disappeared.
The bright light from the lanterns on the street poured into the room like flowing silver, and the light filled the wooden planks of the inn. In addition to reflecting Ji San'er's small shadow, at some point, a tall and tall man's figure also fell in front of the window. .
The shadow was elongated obliquely by the light, and the whole body was filled with evil energy visible to the naked eye.
The porcelain bowl in Ji San'er's hand fell to the ground in shock and shattered into sharp porcelain pieces.
She covered her wrists and cried out in pain, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but she saw the vague marks between her wrists constantly changing and twisting.
Finally, it transformed into the familiar appearance of apricot blossom.
However, this time the apricot blossom has four petals.
The little girl's face turned pale and frightened. She seemed to be in a peaceful dream when a devil's bloody hand suddenly strangled her neck and brought her back to reality. She fell from the chair and her knees were scratched by sharp porcelain shards. Fresh blood gushes out from the mooring.
She looked at the man holding flowers in front of the window and laughing lightly, covering his mouth with his hands, his twisted little face full of tears, and she was terrified.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at this pitiful appearance, it really makes me feel distressed." The man walked forward, bent down, and lowered his head to lick away the blood that oozed out from Ji San'er's knee.
The cold and slippery touch of the tongue made the little girl's whole body numb, her hands and feet were cold, and she even lost the courage to whimper.
The man sighed, with a gentle smile on his face, and reached out to rub the little girl's head. Whether it was his expression or tone, he didn't look like a vicious ghost who had been around for three thousand years, but more like the good-tempered brother next door. .
But what he said was horrifying: "Xiaosan'er, you are good at running away. As a sacrifice, it would be great if you were obedient and let me eat you. Look at how many people have died now because of your willfulness. Save Your two little children will die soon, but don’t be afraid, I eat people and spit out their bones.”
Ji San'er, who was so frightened that she couldn't speak a word, tremblingly lowered her hands covering her mouth. Tears of fear kept pouring out of her eyes, but her eyes were filled with deep pleading.
You Gui Lang showed a contemptuous and mocking smile, but he heard this little guy who was as fragile and sad as an ant say this: "I...I won't run away, I will...you eat, you...don't hurt Brother Si Chen and Sister Xiaoyu, is it good...is it not good?"
Tears streamed down her face, and she didn't know where she got the courage. She was so frightened that she couldn't move, but now she was lying on the ground, sobbing repeatedly.
The smile on Yuguilang's face gradually disappeared, and his expression slowly darkened.
I don't know what he thought of, but an obvious black resentment surged into Yintang. He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his tone became gentle before he said: "Who do you think you are negotiating terms with? You are like an ant. I can crush you to death with just one finger!"
Yuguilang's breath suddenly became colder. He stared coldly at the little thing in front of him, with uncontrollable disgust in his eyes: "It's really off-putting!"
The dark sleeves were rolled up on the ground, and no more pleading words came out of Ji San'er's mouth. She was like a ghost strangling her neck. She could only moan in pain, and her mouth and nose were forced hard by a black ghost hand extending from the ground. choke.
Unable to breathe, her face turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes due to the suffocation of death.
Underfoot, the solid wooden board suddenly seemed like a quagmire, and large black shadows covered the floor. It was impossible to see what kind of dark and strange world was at the bottom.
As if feeling the terrifying aura from the bottom, Ji Saner struggled desperately and made a dying sound, but there were more black shadow ghost hands, wrapping her around like soft and extremely tough cloth strips, binding her tightly. Tie up.
It seemed to drag her into an endless hell.
