While thinking about it, I climbed another five meters.
The bun girl is only less than two floors away from me, and she is already in front of me!
The snow wind became more and more fierce, and fog started to appear on the top of the mountain. The hazy white mist hung around me, and I suddenly felt a little confused.
At this moment, the position of the wrist clicked several times!
I felt instantly clear.
A few more raccoon bone strings were broken, and the broken beads fell down the hanging ladder. There was only half a string of bone beads left in each bracelet...
Looking above, the corpse of the bun girl seems to be hanging her head.
I saw her face clearly.
The pale skin and chin full of air roots had become abnormally swollen due to the poison of the Corpse Head Mushroom.
The shoehorn appearance and bones of the person are not visible at all.
Her eyes were closed tightly, and now she only felt disgusting and gloomy.
No matter what merits she had before her death, she had enslaved Bunniang Village for hundreds of years after her death and killed countless people for the purpose of becoming an immortal. She had no merits and was only guilty.
There have been tyrants throughout the ages who harmed the people while they were alive, but she did a lot of harm after her death.
She must not exist any longer!
With enough strength, I continued to climb up.
But at this moment, with the mountain wind howling, I heard a few weak suona sounds in my ears...
This suona sound has become a curse to me. My scalp suddenly stood up and my whole body was covered with goosebumps.
He glanced down from the corner of his eye.
I just discovered that Mr. Yin... actually came out...
Not only did Mr. Yin come out, but Ma Baoyi and Su Po also came out.
The two of them have been restrained, and the corpses of the men who were married to bunnies have returned to their original positions. In the most peripheral corner, there are those villagers who have been bloodletted and transformed into evil spirits.
Ma Baoyi and Su Po were detained there.
Servants, only the last two remain.
One had his giant skull broken by me, and the other probably survived because he didn't deal with Zhang Er.
Zhang Er is nowhere to be seen at this moment. He must have escaped with Mrs. He...
My heart was cold. I never expected that Ma Baoyi would lose at this moment.
He was detained there, and Mr. Yin didn't kill him...why?
And what about the deep bun?
After wasting this moment, I continued to climb up. I was only one meter away from the bun girl.
The sound of suona in my ears became louder and louder.
The sound was sharp and harsh, and even the top of my bun actually moved!
She actually slowly started climbing up.
The climbing speed is not fast, but I feel that the hanging ladder is starting to become slippery, and I need to use all my strength to barely hold on...
I was extremely shocked. How could this bun girl climb up?
There is no such thing as me as a sacrifice in Jueming position! Mr. Yin's plans were ruined... How could she...
The moment I thought of this, I looked down suddenly.
I just discovered that I had overlooked something just now...
Between the two servants playing the suona stood Mr. Yin.
And Mr. Yin was suddenly standing on the fatal position.
And he was also covered with a large funeral robe!
I couldn't see Mr. Yin's face clearly, but I could see his movements clearly.
He raised his arms high and knelt down straight with great piety.
There was also a high-pitched male voice mixed in with the suona sound.
"The essence of the twenty-five years is sacrificed, the blood of the bloodline washes the monument, the man is unmarried, the woman with a bun has a husband, the weather is smooth, and the middle age is peaceful!"
"Please, Madam Bun, take advantage of the mountain dragon's energy and climb to the gate of Yuhua!"
My heart sank completely.
At this last moment, Mr. Yin actually had a back-up plan... using himself as the impetus for the bun girl's emergence...
I stopped looking at him, managed to hold on to the hanging ladder, and continued to climb up.
The bun girl's speed is actually a little faster than mine.
The distance between us is gradually being widened.
At the same time, another voice came in among the sound of the suona.
The sound was actually Ma Baoyi's roar.
"Luo Shiliu! Stop her! If she is allowed to climb up, she will not breathe her last breath! This living corpse may not be a living corpse anymore!"
This roar was also filled with weakness and hysteria. My eyes widened and I felt so hot that my blood vessels seemed to burst.
But no matter how hard I chase... I can never catch up with the bun girl...
After about a few minutes, she climbed to the pavilion at the top of the hanging ladder before me.
I was a little late, and when I went up again, I saw the bun lady with her back to me. She was standing at the edge of the pavilion, seeming to be looking at the ice peaks.
The snowy wind howled sharply, making the hem of her clothes rustle, and the funeral clothes on my body also rang loudly.
Viewed from the back, her neck is also full of Qi roots, but these Qi roots are gradually disappearing...
The snow wind is no longer a cold wind, with a hint of warmth, like a spring breeze blowing on your face.
It was the same the last time when Bun Niang climbed the stairs. The vitality gathered from the eight mountain peaks. This vitality was also rapidly making Bun Niang become immortal, and the toxins from the Corpse Head Mushroom on her body were also rapidly disappearing.
I stared at her, holding the mourning stick tightly in one hand, and the dagger in the other hand, strode forward, and slammed the stick into the back of the bun girl's head!
As a result, my body was so weird and uncontrollable that I was about to hit the bun girl on the back, but there was an inexplicable urge that made me stop!
Snapped! Another raccoon bone skewer cracked.
I regained control briefly, and then smashed down again, but lost my strength and my feet slipped.
With a bang, he fell to the ground.
Severe pain came, and I realized that I had been stepping on a part of the skirt of the bun girl.
She moved, turned, and I tripped.
The bun girl lowered her head, and I looked at her.
Her hair was blown away by the wind, the air roots on her face had completely disappeared, and the toxins of the Corpse Head Mushroom were completely blown away by the anger.
And on the skin of her cheeks and neck, some white feathers were slowly emerging.
Anger is making her feather...
Her chest rose and fell more and more.
The bun girl herself was half-conscious, and Ma Baoyi's words at that time also warned me.
Now I understand what he meant.
Bunniang is a half-breathed living corpse. If the living corpse is imbued with such a huge amount of vitality, is it still a living corpse?
Suddenly, I also understood the toxin of Corpse Head Mushroom.
The inscription on Bun Niang may also be false.
Was she really harmed by someone and was poisoned by the corpse-head mushroom? Did you just decorate the tomb of Ji Niang?
The poison of the Corpse Head Mushroom is so strong, how could she have time to wait until the bunniang's grave was successfully repaired?
The living corpse itself relies on resentment to retain its last breath, but the living corpse cannot survive forever. If there is no trace of resentment or a special method of preserving the corpse, it will definitely rot.
Those servants below are definitely not simple living corpses.
Bun Niang's poisoning is a lie, but it is true that she spent half her life trying to become an immortal.
The poison of the Corpse Head Mushroom would kill her, but this poison also became the best way to preserve the body. She would not rot.
When the anger is infused and the poison is detoxified, it is also the opportunity for her to become immortal, and it is also the opportunity for her to come back to life!
I got up from the ground and wanted to continue.
At this moment, the feathers on the bun girl's face suddenly stopped growing.
Her skin was somewhere between the dead and the living, with some bluish and blackish tints, and a black air entrance appeared in her philtrum.
The sound of suona stopped suddenly...
My heart was racing and I looked down.
Only then did I realize that the two servants had fallen, and Mr. Yin had also fallen.
Although it was far away, I could vaguely see it clearly.
Mr. Yin no longer looks middle-aged, but has a withered figure and silvery white hair, becoming a sluggish old man.
The other two servants also lost their anger completely...
Only then did I understand why.
Mr. Yin's twenty-five vitality has been exhausted...
