Amidst the vast snowflakes, all I could see was darkness. A snowflake drifted in the door, making everyone shiver. The light in the mourning hall was not bright. A maid in white came in and lit a few more candles. She was inexplicably afraid.
Looking at the coffin, I just noticed Ye Zifan from the corner of my eye.
In fact, she had seen Madam's miserable and mutilated body. Although everything was taken care of, she suppressed it in her heart and did not think about it. She also knew that the Master was extremely sad and guilty. She tried to persuade him to rest in the afternoon, but he refused.
After standing there for a long time, when he saw that there was no order, he whispered: "Sir, it's the third day. Please take care of yourself. Please go to the side room to rest for a while."
Ye Zifan sat in front of the soul, the muscles in the corners of his eyes trembled, and he said nothing.
The faint fragrance quietly receded again, and the white cotton hanging curtains were closed due to the wind and snow.
When she went out, a gust of cold wind brought snow, and she suddenly woke up. It was a strange snowy day, but she didn't know where she was going. Even the impression of what she had just said was gone.
"Where am I?"
She stood dazed in the snow at the door for a while, then she remembered that her wife had gone. Her heart felt blocked, tears flowed inexplicably, and she went back there.
The thick curtains blocked out the wind and snow, so no one would come at this time.
The candles were swaying in the hall, and Ye Zifan was sitting on his knees, looking blankly at the black coffin in front of him.
Decades of mutual friendship, smiles, trivial quarrels, all come to mind one by one... I even felt like I was in a trance a few times, as if my wife was still there, and if I just had to wait a little longer, she would bring warm rice wine to her in the snowy weather.
…
Just sitting like this, time gradually passed. In the second half of the night, Ye Zifan suddenly woke up with tears streaming down his face: "Ah, you went after all..."
After being stunned for a long time, I finally dragged my sluggish steps to the side room. Although I was full of sadness, I was exhausted in the end. As soon as I got on the bed, I fell asleep.
Not long after, a fog suddenly filled the room. For a moment, a force stuck on my neck. I woke up and touched it. It was a rope holding me. I held my breath and tried to grab it, but I couldn't get rid of it.
Someone pulled hard from behind and hung him up.
He raised his head and looked at the roof beams, reflecting the snowy light outside the window. He held on to the rope with difficulty, turned around with difficulty, and was shocked when he saw this man's face: "Sheng'er, what are you going to do?
"What you said reminds me of a year ago..." Ye Sheng, dressed in snow-white mourning clothes, loosened the rope slightly, frowned and thought for a while, then asked in a deep voice: "Since a young master was demoted to a farmer, how can you, my parents, be so patient?
Now that you are in this situation, do you have any regrets?"
"You are the one who harmed your mother..." In shock and anger, Ye Zifan's hands and feet twitched, then he blurted out with a flash of inspiration, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Guessed it right." Ye Sheng tightened the rope, raised Shi Shi to look at him, and smiled: "It's not harm, it's because he gave her the ultimate happiness before she died. The forbidden depravity is really a pure and beautiful taste..."
"Beast, beast..." After hearing what he said, Ye Zifan, who was hanging, struggled desperately and spit out the curse.
Ye Shengxiao's gentle and elegant demeanor is very heartwarming: "Ah, don't praise me like this. Let me say it again sincerely. I didn't harm her, I just loved her deeply, and she loved me deeply."
"It's just that she was imprisoned by false ethics before, until we spent a night talking frankly, and her spirit and body were integrated into my body..."
"Animal, live--" Ye Zifan's eyes widened, and the rope was deeply strangled. It was difficult to make a sound, and his face turned red from holding back.
Ye Sheng laughed when he saw it, took a deep breath, a faint red light flashed on his body, and his expression was full of enjoyment and satisfaction: "Mother's love is still a bit rigid. Although the spirit and meat are pure and delicious, it also causes a little bit of discomfort.
trouble……"
Ye Sheng's expression became excited as he spoke, and he smacked his lips: "I know you don't dare to think too much about it. The facts are like this. I have to kindly remind you that we are equal in some respects. Why don't we discuss this together and study the knowledge of boudoir?
"
"Well, it seems that the father didn't object, so the son started to make suggestions. Last night..."
"Tsk, this little boudoir trick is so much fun, why should father hide his stupidity and say nothing? The so-called wealth does not go to outsiders, it is all family members, your son will not laugh at you, and my mother didn't say anything..."
As Ye Shengshi described it, Ye Shengfan's eyes were about to burst as he listened, filled with endless humiliation and pain. Ye Sheng looked at him and saw that he had begun to stick out his tongue, so he stopped talking.
"As expected of a scholar with a clear mind and a bright mind, even death can't break his heart." Ye Sheng said, the red light in his eyes lit up, and he saw that the scholar's status was collapsing, and black energy filled the air: "I had to use this trick, but now it finally collapsed.
"
"Hey, the great evil has been accomplished. As long as I absorb it, I can use the Reversal Scripture to complete the foundation, and I can fully use my innate magical powers. In a short time, I can wipe out the resistance and control the Ye family, haha..."
He laughed happily, his eyes flashed red, he came forward, opened his mouth, and was about to take a sip.
"Boom" the window opened, a spiritual light flashed through, the red mist dispersed at a touch, a black figure flashed in, followed by a sword light.
In the red mist, Ye Sheng didn't know when he was holding a long knife. With just one knife, the sword and body became one.
"Ding", the sound of metal clashing, and sparks flying.
Ye Sheng staggered back a few steps, stepped on the floor, and the black shadow flew into the air. A ray of silver light flew out, and the silver light hit the beam directly, and the hanging rope was broken with a "pop".
The castration continued unabated and penetrated the roof, and then wrapped around the beams, straightening with a "click", pulling her body back.
The roof tiles were mixed with snow and fell for a while. The lead clouds in the sky reflected Zhou Ling's face, her lips were pursed tightly, blood was flowing from the tiger's mouth in one hand, and the sword had been changed hands.
At this time, he took advantage of the situation to accelerate, his body was as agile as a swift, and he struck down quickly.
Ye Sheng turned around to avoid the blow, but instead of killing Zhou Ling, he slashed at Ye Zifan.
"Hu" circled in mid-air again, the silver thread swayed under the beam, creating a cone-shaped brilliance, and the sound of wind was approaching rapidly.
It's too late to save
Ye Sheng sneered at the corner of his mouth, his sword was shining brightly, as long as he could kill Ye Zifan, he would have a great cause, he could escape at any time, and he would be invincible.
The sword light fell, but there was no feeling of cutting into it.
"Cough, cough..." Ye Zifan's coughing sound came from the top, and large tiles fell from the roof.
"Why are you up there? This is an illusion." My heart skipped a beat. Before I could change my mind, I saw a sword light being drawn out.
be cheated
A sense of murderous intent filled the air, and Ye Sheng's whole body was filled with chills and his heart was chilled. He woke up under the alarm and thought of the rumor that thirty soldiers were killed in the Night Temple. Who else in the clan has such martial arts?
At this moment, two rays of sword light flashed through, one was normal, and the other suddenly turned into crystal lightning, straight and straight, and passed by instantly.
"The integration of body and sword" is the pinnacle of martial arts.
"You, Ye Qing, don't even think about killing me." Ye Sheng's eyes lit up red, and he took a deep breath. In an instant, his body was burned by a red fire, and his face suddenly deformed, like melted wax, but almost at the same time, the figure
There was a slight dispersion and sudden convergence, and after a slight movement, it disappeared.
The sword that Ye Qing was sure to win suddenly failed.
In the ten-meter courtyard, Ye Sheng's figure suddenly appeared, landed heavily on the ground, and swept out the next moment, rushing out: "Ye Qing, wait, I will kill you to the death."
In just an instant, Zhou Ling shuddered. Ye Sheng's face was as if oil had been poured on it, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was still making "magnetic" sounds, which made people feel even more horrified.
I saw that the red light had not yet extinguished. Ye Sheng's figure was so fast that it was almost unbearable. In just one glance, he passed three feet and threw himself on the wall.
At this moment, there was a sudden "buzz" sound, and a translucent barrier emerged from the corner of the wall.
"Boom" This barrier was not strong. It was broken open immediately by the red fire, but the power of the attack was suddenly interrupted. Before there was time to react, a sword light passed by.
The sharp edge is cold and biting, blood flowers suddenly bloom, and a severed arm rises into the sky.
Ye Sheng screamed and fell to the ground.
Without hesitation, he kicked him on the back, and heard the crackling sound of broken bones. Ye Sheng vomited blood, gritted his teeth and struggled to look back, staring at Ye Qing with his blood-red eyes: "Despicable native, you have the guts to do it openly.
ah"
"Aboriginal?" Ye Qing sneered, and with a flash of sword light, he heard another scream, but his left foot was chopped off at the ankle.
"Ah" Ye Sheng screamed for a long time, with despair in his scream. No matter how powerful he was, he lost his left foot and there was no way he could escape.
Ye Sheng knew that he was unlucky, and his expression turned truly ferocious: "You damn native, if I die, someone will avenge me..."
Ye Qing grabbed a ball of slushie, stuffed his mouth, and carried the man into the mourning hall.
Ye Sheng was thrown in front of the coffin, and his face hit the coffin hard, causing his nose and face to be bruised and swollen.
At this time, Ye Qing gasped slightly, glanced at Zhou Ling who came out of the side room, and asked: "How is the third uncle's condition?"
"He woke up and is fine physically, but... his mental condition is not good. He doesn't want to come over to see this evil person." Zhou Ling spoke, not hiding her disgust for Ye Sheng.
There are many evil people, but it is rare to reach this stage.
When Ye Qing saw it, he didn't say much and asked: "Where are you? Let me take a look at your injury."
Zhou Ling said "Yes" and stretched out her right hand to show him. She held the sword tightly in her left hand and stared at the writhing villain on the ground alertly, ready to stab him to death with a sword at any time.
Ye Qing took out the wound medicine and applied it on her cracked tiger's mouth. When he saw it, he quickly explained: "If you accidentally capture her alive, don't kill her. Wait for the clan leader to deal with her."
Zhou Ling stopped talking and asked hesitantly for a moment: "Is there really such a wicked person?"
This girl who was trained by the public and was still on probation was confused.
"Yes, but not many. There are very few people in the world who have reached this point - but don't be discouraged. This is not because Ye Sheng is crazy, but because of evil spirits." At this point, Ye Qing turned around and sneered at Ye Sheng.
Asking: "Do you think so?"
Zhou Ling took one look at it and immediately exclaimed. In just a few minutes, he saw that this man's wound had shrunk, and granulation had grown on the cut surface, covering the wound, which was horrifying.
"That's why we have to cut off his ankles, otherwise he might run away." Ye Qing looked at it, but didn't take it seriously. He had seen a lot in his previous life.
"Is this the power of evil?" Zhou Ling was really shocked.
"It's not that I don't care about my body." Ye Qing sighed and said, "If you condensed your life span of decades into three years, you would still be able to do this."
For these evil spirits, it only takes a few years to seize the body, so they use magical powers to catalyze the body, full of energy, free from all diseases, fast in cultivation, and even have extraordinary healing power.