Since the blood girl wants this dead head, it means that this thing is definitely not simple.
This dead head is a man who looks young, only about thirty or forty years old. Of course, as a person in hell, this is definitely not his true age. He doesn’t know how long this man has been dead, but the other person’s head is
It is very well preserved, and even the hair has texture, as if it were a living thing.
"Who could have buried it here?" he wondered. Compared with this question, he was more curious about the function of this dead head and why the blood girl paid so much attention to it.
"It turns out they want you to bring this to them." At this moment, Zhong Ping's voice suddenly came from behind.
Leng Xuan turned around, looked at Zhong Ping who was approaching slowly, and couldn't help but said: "What's the use of this dead head?" In order to understand the doubts in his heart, he even forgot about the blood girl's explanation.
"This thing is..." Zhong Ping was about to speak, but at this moment, a brilliant red light suddenly burst out, covering Leng Xuan's body. For a moment, Leng Xuan felt extremely painful all over his body, as if there was
Thousands of steel needles pierced his soul. The pain was unbearable. In just the blink of an eye, he felt that his consciousness was gradually becoming trance-like and that he might die at any time.
Zhong Ping, who was outside the beam, saw this scene, frowned slightly, and immediately rushed forward, trying to pull Leng Xuan out.
However, before he could make any move, the surrounding death power began to pour into the red light crazily. With the injection of death power, the red light suddenly became brighter. In that red light, even Zhong Ping's
Movements became sluggish.
At this moment, Leng Xuan gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain, and then took out the red bead from his arms with trembling hands.
In an instant, he came to the white sea of clouds again. At the same time, a person appeared in his mind, it was the blood girl. "Are you crazy?" Leng Xuan couldn't control his heart when he saw the blood girl.
Angry, he cursed: "You want to kill me?"
"I warned you not to communicate with that evil person, but you just didn't listen. It was just a small punishment. Now, you go back to that place and bring me the things. Remember, don't play tricks on me.
, otherwise, it won’t be a punishment next time.”
When the blood girl disappeared, Leng Xuan suddenly felt his eyes flashing and returned to the gorgeous red light. Not only that, he also saw Zhong Ping slowly approaching the dead head. Suddenly, pain came,
Leng Xuan couldn't help but curse secretly. He knew that the blood girl was urging him to grab the dead head quickly to prevent Zhong Ping from getting it.
Judging from Zhong Ping's actions, the dead man's head must be very important. However, if he doesn't do what the blood girl said, the other party will definitely not let him go. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and jerked his body.
He got ahead of Zhong Ping and snatched the dead man's head.
"Leng Xuan, no!"
However, before Zhong Ping's voice fell, Leng Xuan's expression was already dull. At this moment, his consciousness had been absorbed into the red bead.
"Give me the thing quickly." Seeing the dead head in his hand, the blood girl's eyes suddenly lit up.
"What's the use of this thing?" Leng Xuan asked.
"That has nothing to do with you, give it to me!" Seeing that Leng Xuan refused to hand it over, the blood girl's voice suddenly turned cold.
"If you don't tell me, then I can only send the original thing back."