Holding two noodles in her hand, Xie Jingsong expressed her dissatisfaction. Her mood soon stabilized and she let go of the unlucky bed board.
Since the secret realm believed that her presence might interfere with Zhang Yunqing's trial, she didn't say much, and consciously closed her eyes, waiting for the CG to send her offline.
However, before she could kick her legs, some noise was first sent to her ears by the wind passing through the hall.
...It seemed like someone was screaming, a heart-wrenching cry that sounded like death.
She carefully distinguished and found that most of these sounds could be classified into two categories, one was shouting for fire and the other was shouting for help, but they were all desperate.
Those sharp, hoarse, and resentful voices may shatter the ears when they are squeezed out of people's chests, but the distance blocks their owners' eagerness to convey something. So they mixed together, and finally formed some kind of chaotic cry.
Something happened.
The messy things mixed with the smell of burnt and blood came a little later, not in a hurry, but the owners of the voices obviously could only let these smells dissipate after death.
Xie Jingsong sniffed, took a long breath, and exhaled a deep sigh from her nose.
Although the identity she obtained was that of an orphan from an illiterate village, her own vision and hearing were not confiscated, so Xie Jingsong, whose five senses were particularly sharp after the Qi was introduced into the body, unfortunately happened to experience a wave of the City Lord's Mansion before going offline. chaos.
Between joining in the fun and waiting quietly for death, Xie Jingsong hesitated for three seconds with great disrespect for the sick body, and then decisively closed her eyes.
Just as she was about to commit suicide and leave this place that was about to become a purgatory on earth, her heart suddenly shrank, her body trembled involuntarily, and a chilly and ominous feeling clung to her body.
She opened her eyes suddenly, subconsciously dragging her limp body like a primitive man who had just learned to walk, rolling and climbing out of bed and rushed out.
In just an instant, a silver light like the bright moon in the sky slanted past, and a few seconds later, the maid's room, which expressed its protest with a plaintive sob unique to the house, collapsed.
The stunned Xie Jingsong looked at the neat incisions in front of him and slowly and gently opened his mouth.
"It's almost destroyed. It's time to take your life."
Xie Jingsong followed the sound and found that the source of the sound was a woman carrying a spear. She was wearing armor and her eyebrows were heroic and sharp. She felt that if she shaved off her eyebrows, she could stab two of her to death.
...Somewhat familiar, no, very, very, very familiar.
Zhang Daoxin, who was pointed at by her gun, had a heavy gaze, neither sad nor happy, as cold and inhumane as a programmed robot.
She didn't feel sad at all for the death of someone close to her. She just said softly: "The barrier is water."
A cluster of crystal light blue light emerged from Zhang Daoxin's hand and quickly condensed into a spear that seemed to be very active!
No, to be more precise, the active thing is the pale dragon-shaped creature attached to the inner wall of the spear with its eyes closed!
Xie Jingsong slowly and gently widened her eyes again.
What? What's this? Tell me what is this?
After turning around with the gun in his arm, Zhang Daoxin didn't say a word, stepped on the ground with his toes, leaned over and rushed out with a burst of strength.
"Li is fire."
He didn't seem to be panicking at all, and the other party used the same trick!
Xie Jingsong was surprised to find that the woman who had cut off half of the house with the gun had the exact same face as Zhang Daoxin.
...?
Ping ping ping pong!
The sound of hand-to-hand combat exploded, and the blue and red intertwined together, waving bright colors like neon lights in Xie Jingsong's eyes. In just a matter of seconds, the two of them had passed hundreds of moves.
If it weren't for the wrong timing and circumstances, Xie Jingsong would have really wanted to raise her little hands high and perform a seal applause.
Zhang Daoxin, who was being beaten fiercely by the two, completely ignored it. Xie Jingsong was so happy to watch the show that he simply found a wall to lean on, quietly slumped, and looked far away to see the vicious flames in his eyes.
Thick smoke billowed toward the sky, and the cries for help became much quieter, gradually being drowned out by the growing chatter of the people.
Because the tricks used by the two were like copying and pasting, and all of them were beckoning for death, Xie Jingsong couldn't tell which one would win, and she was more inclined to die together.
I don’t know if the eldest lady who went out happily would cry when she saw the miserable appearance of the corpses on the ground when she came back with her gadgets.
What kind of panic should that sound like?
...It's really interesting to see the eldest lady cry, but she seems to be one of the corpses too?
Thinking about this, I suddenly couldn't be happy anymore.
Xie Jingsong, whose consciousness became increasingly blurred and felt like he was about to kick off his legs, was honestly preparing to face the death of a passer-by.
However, the strong smell of blood was preaching to her nose, forcing her to open her eyes to see who had disturbed her sleep.
Zhang Daoxin, who was soaked in blood, found a place to sit next to her. Her face was as pale as if she had been dead for three days and three nights, but she still insisted on taking out a pipe from her arms, holding it in her mouth, and let out Muffled sounds.
"What?"
Zhang Daoxin, who regretfully took off the cigarette, repeated: "The moon is setting in the sky, right?"
"?"
Xie Jingsong felt that she would end up sleeping in silence now. She struggled to squeeze out a breath and expressed strong confusion as she knew her spiritual roots: "How do you know?"
"Li Weihuo," she snapped her fingers, borrowed a bunch of flames to light the small handful in front of the pipe, and said with a smile, "I am not Zhang Daoxin. To be precise, I am a memory left by her."
"Is it okay to not smoke in front of a patient?" Xie Jingsong, who hated the smell of cigarettes, protested strongly and continued, "No, I mean how do you know my spiritual roots?"
"I'm almost dead, please let me," Zhang Daoxin started to play tricks on her, but as he smoked, he kept up with his answer, "Because someone asked me to give you something."
In the smoke, Xie Jingsong coughed and pushed her: "Am I not going to die too?"
"This is different."
"Where isn't... okay, what is it?"
Realizing that what she was referring to was inside and outside the secret, Xie Jingsong stopped speaking.
Zhang Daoxin came over and tapped her head with his fingertips, saying, "Come in."
A small light ball glowing with light green fluorescence floated quietly in her sea of consciousness.
Xie Jingsong, who was about to sigh, "It's so convenient for you to stuff things in the world of cultivation," was pushed gently by her. Zhang Daoxin smiled and said, "Xiao Qing, I'll leave it to you."
"No, no, wait!"
Xie Jingsong wanted to struggle again, but the breath that could not last for long dissipated, and she was kicked out of the secret realm without mercy.
In the end, she only heard "The next thing is my business."
Is this being forced to live alone?
