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But he temporarily ignored it, when did he, a female disciple, become so powerful?!
"It's time to go to bed at two o'clock after two o'clock..."
The song still sounded intermittently in the white shadows all around,
It's just that the frequency of the sound is getting higher and higher,
Getting louder and louder.
at the same time,
in darkness,
Two poles covered with black lines slowly poked out from the distance,
appear in the public eye,
On the two parallel bars moving forward,
There is a chair set up.
There seemed to be a figure sitting on the chair,
As the parallel bars creaked forward, the figures on the chairs swayed slightly,
White shadows clustered around that figure!
Su Wu put down the soul-collecting rice,
Walk away,
He saw that the white shadows were actually palms that were only about the size of an ordinary person. The pale hands that seemed to be the palms of women were holding objects that were so tiny that they could be ignored compared to their huge bodies.
sewing,
Around the figure sitting on the chair,
Threading the needle quickly,
suture,
Each piece of pale silk thread was sewn into the figure's skin,
It's the same color as the figure's skin.
And at this time,
Su Wu also saw clearly,
That figure,
——It is Qingmiao!
Her face was empty and cold,
She felt no pain as the huge palm sewed threads all over her body——
After those giant hands,
The silk threads are twisted into balls and drawn backwards,
It is implicated in the boundless darkness, and no one knows what is hidden in that darkness!
Su Wu stared at the young man sitting on the chair,
Looking at the two bamboo poles holding up the chair, he slowly approached the bowl of soul-saving rice.
He turned back to look at his master,
At this time, Master, Zhu Er and others saw the green seedlings on the chair.
Pearl's face was filled with tears,
Xiuxiu sobbed silently,
The master opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
The eldest disciple has already spoken: "Master, Qingmiao is still alive and has not been completely sewn into a trick -"
"Not yet?!" The gloomy look on Master's face suddenly swept away,
"Her hands are still struggling."
Su Wu had no expression on his face and spoke calmly.
"Help!"
The master waved his hand,
I picked up the crescent moon next to me for shoveling.
And Su Wu was faster than him,
Already approaching the young man on the chair with a knife!
The giant hands surrounding Qingmiao are still sewing white threads into Qingmiao’s skin.
Until Su Wu came within one foot of them with a knife,
Nine pale palms suddenly grabbed the two parallel bamboo poles under the chair.
drag the rip off,
Throw yourself into the depths of darkness!
at this time,
Maybe it's because there are no new threads to sew into my skin.
Qingmiao's hands struggled even more fiercely, grabbing randomly from left to right. During this random movement, the fingers of her left hand got entangled in a white silk thread connected to her skin.
She tugged at the thread,
Pull hard——
The thread penetrated the flesh and blood under her skin, making a creepy sound.
Just listening to that sound can make one feel chills on the back and give rise to illusory pain!
Just like when a surgical wound has not healed,
It's like forcing the sutures out!
The white silk thread was suddenly stained with blood and turned bright red.
As the red thread was pulled out of Qingmiao's skin,
The expression on the left half of her face became more vivid,
The young woman's eyes were red and tears were rolling down her face.
Staring at Su Wu with great hope,
Tears kept dripping from my cheeks!
That is the desire for life,
The desire to live!
As the silk thread was pulled out, the nine giant hands holding the bamboo pole and retreating into the darkness had to free up three to continue to straighten the messed up silk thread and sew it up.
But Qingmiao's left hand never gave up its struggle,
He endured the intense pain without giving up and pulled the thread out of his own flesh and blood!
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-"
Su Wu heard a theatrical roar and a trumpet sound.
He swung his knife suddenly,
Once the darkness cuts to the side!
The dragon pythons coiled around Guan Dao spread out one after another, dragging a black shadow out of the darkness.
The knife was falling from his head,
The black stitches under his skin,
Several roots were cut off by this knife,
At this moment, it suddenly stretched out its hand towards Su Wu,
Wave gently.
In an instant, Su Wu had the urge to respond to it and wave to it.
When this impulse arises,
He already knows,
This trick is the ‘waving trick’ that Pearl once encountered!