Chapter 87 Unfortunate death, carried into the coffin
"Pretend to be a ghost! Die!!"
Just when Jiang Wuji pulled out his copper coin sword and was about to perform a corpse separation magic trick on Liu Qinghua, he suddenly felt like a light on his back!
Jiang Wuji instinctively dodged to the right, and the next second, a pair of gray-haired hands stabbed his chest like two sharp swords.
"Mei Xiaoli? How is that possible?!"
Jiang Wuji retreated to a distance and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
Mei Xiaoli, who had just been cut in half by him, unexpectedly spliced it back together at some point!
Gray hairs like steel needles pierced her skin. Her originally pretty face was now bloody, and a pair of dark green vertical pupils stared straight at him, full of beast-like ferocity.
gas!
It turns out that when I invite God, I invite Mei Xiaoli!
What kind of god is this? What kind of god is so disgusting? No, this is not a god, this is evil!
Jiang Wuji's scalp felt tight. He had been decisive enough tonight, but he didn't expect that he still failed to kill these two women in the end.
Mei Xiaoli was not in a hurry to pursue her, but he could feel a strong sense of oppression from her body.
It was as if she was 100% sure of killing herself, so she was in no rush.
Mei Xiaoli helped Liu Qinghua up, then stretched out her gray-haired hands to pluck out all the incense sticks, and finally opened her mouth full of saliva, stretched out her thick and flat tongue, and licked Liu Qinghua back and forth.
of eye sockets.
"Don't worry about me now, kill him! He can be used even if he's dead!" Liu Qinghua pushed Mei Xiaoli away and said through gritted teeth.
At this moment, the enlarged Vaishvah Bell had already fallen towards the two of them!
But what Jiang Wuji never expected was that a tail with flesh hanging out of Mei Xiaoli's back actually flew out of the Vaishvah Bell that was supposed to cover them!
"Boom! Boom, boom, boom!"
The huge Vaishvah Bell broke several big trees one after another and disappeared into the darkness of the deep forest.
Before Jiang Wuji could react, Mei Xiaoli had already bitten his neck with her mouth full of fangs and saliva!
"WTF!"
Jiang Wuji cursed loudly and subconsciously reached out to push Mei Xiaoli away, but his hands were pricked with blood from her hair!
Waves of severe pain shot through his neck, and Jiang Wuji could even feel the chaotic and sharp fangs!
But now, he could only swing his sword and chop at random, trying to force Mei Xiaoli back or completely chop her into pieces!
But Mei Xiaoli was like a wild dog at this moment. No matter what Jiang Wuji did, he just bit Jiang Wuji's neck and wouldn't let go, and even swung it back and forth, trying to tear Jiang Wuji's head off!
What kind of evil spirit is this? If this continues, I will really die!
At this moment, Liu Qinghua's tepid voice sounded, and she seemed to be in the mood to chat with Jiang Wuji as she was confident of winning.
"Hehehe... The young master is so handsome, Yingxue really feels sorry for him..."
"But, I feel sorry for the young master, who would feel sorry for Yingxue?"
Jiang Wuji felt that his neck was about to be bitten through, and his biggest reliance was the female corpse with small feet, which had not moved yet!
"Young Master must really want to kill the Sheriff, right?"
"But Young Master, do you know that... the Sheriff is the most affectionate person in the world, and is completely different from a ruthless, ruthless and unjust person like you, Young Master~"
"The Sheriff loves only one person in his life. For her, the Sheriff will do anything... Yingxue is really envious~"
At some point, Liu Qinghua came behind Jiang Wuji, stretched out her arms to hug Jiang Wuji, and pressed her bloody head against Jiang Wuji's back.
"Master, your heart is beating so fast...are you scared?"
"Don't be afraid, Young Master~ Even if Young Master dies, he is still a treasure~"
"The flawless heart... Yingxue hasn't seen it yet..."
A heartbreaking pain came from his back. Although Jiang Wuji couldn't see it, he could feel Liu Qinghua's hand piercing his back and drilling towards his heart.
This Taoist robe, which could not even be scratched or pierced by a sword, seemed as fragile as paper in Liu Qinghua's hands!
"Fuck! If you don't come out to help, I will really die!" Jiang Wuji roared with eyes splitting.
As soon as the screams ended, Liu Qinghua's screams came from behind!
Immediately afterwards, as if the evil spirits in Mei Xiaoli's body were under some fatal threat, the gray hairs retracted into the body one after another, and the fangs in Mei Xiaoli's mouth also changed back to their original appearance.
When Jiang Wuji pushed Mei Xiaoli away, the latter had turned into a horrible corpse.
Then Jiang Wuji reached out and grabbed his back, trying to pull out the thing that had penetrated his body.
It’s Liu Qinghua’s palm, Broken Palm!
"Great Immortal, please have mercy on me, Great Immortal, please have mercy on me!"
"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore!"
"I am willing to dedicate thirty... no, fifty years of yang life! I am willing to dedicate fifty years of yang life! Please forgive me, please forgive me!"
At this time, Liu Qinghua seemed to be going crazy, completely ignoring the pain in her body and kept kowtowing in one direction.
Jiang Wuji raised his eyes and saw that in the direction where Liu Qinghua was kowtowing, there was a big red coffin!
It was the coffin of a female corpse with small feet, but the female corpse with small feet did not appear, including the flower bridge that was supposed to be on the coffin.
As for how the little-footed female corpse cut off Liu Qinghua's arm, Jiang Wuji didn't even know.
"Cough! Cough! Cough!..."
Jiang Wuji coughed up mouthfuls of blood. The wounds on his neck were terrifying and hideous, and a big hole was opened on his back.
Although the female corpse with small feet took action, his current situation is not optimistic. It is the most serious injury in history!
If I had known that Liu Qinghua was capable of these fancy tricks, I should have killed her directly from the beginning instead of beheading the horse first!
"Still not decisive enough..."
Hearing Jiang Wuji's cough, Liu Qinghua seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and turned around to kowtow to Jiang Wuji.
"Young Master, I know I was wrong, and I will tell you everything I know! Young Master, please forgive me, please forgive me..."
"When I was young, I was the beauty page of the Minister of Rites. It was Taoist Priest Qingxuanzi who saved me. I am actually not from the governor's house. I was the spy raised by Qingxuanzi. I...well!"
Before Liu Qinghua could finish her words, the copper coin sword stained with Mei Xiaoli's blood penetrated her body without any hindrance.
As Yin Hong's blood continued to overflow, Liu Qinghua's life began to pass quickly.
She looked at Jiang Wuji with the pair of bloody holes, her voice was hoarse and trembling: "Why, why..."
Jiang Wuji slowly turned the hilt of the sword in his hand and said, "I already know what I want to know...I won't believe a word of what you are saying now..."
"You, you don't have to die well! You don't have to have a good death..." Amidst Liu Qinghua's hysterical screams, Jiang Wuji, in order to prevent the accident, ended this young life with his own hands.
"Plop."
After killing Liu Qinghua, the exhausted Jiang Wuji's soles softened and he lay in a pool of blood.
At this moment, all the bones in his body seemed to be broken. Even if the little-footed female corpse did not control him, he would not be able to move...
His vision began to become blurred, and exhaustion came over him like a tide. Just when he was in a trance, someone suddenly picked him up.
The other party's body is very cold, but also very soft to the touch. There cannot be anyone else. It must be a female corpse with small feet...
Although it's completely dark now and I can't see anything, I can still feel everything happening around me.
The female corpse with little feet put him into the coffin. When the lid of the coffin was closed again, the cold and soft body wrapped around him.
"Jiang Lang..."
The faint voice of the little-footed female corpse lingered in his ears. In this narrow, cramped and cold space, Jiang Wuji felt unprecedentedly comfortable.
After the brightness returned to his eyes, Jiang Wuji saw a familiar face.
"Are you awake?" Qin Wenguang took out a recording pen as usual.
"Hmm..." Jiang Wuji nodded.
"Can you tell me what you dreamed about this time?" Qin Wenguang had an official smile on his face.
Jiang Wuji turned his head and looked at the sycamore tree outside the window.
"I dreamed of a girl with a tragic life experience, and dreamed of a man trapped in love."
"It's a mess, I can't remember clearly..."
Qin Wenguang nodded with satisfaction, and then asked again.
"Then do you remember how they died? Did you kill them?"
"It's not me..." Before he could finish his words, Jiang Wuji's pupils shrank hard!
