Chen Xiaolan endured the severe pain in her body, tore off a piece of clothing and randomly wrapped it around the wound on her neck.
Fortunately, in this cold and harsh air, the bleeding had stopped long ago, and the smell of blood did not spread too far, nor did it attract too many wild wolves.
It's just that... listening to the direction of those wild wolves running and grinding their claws, they seemed to be heading in the direction of Meng Zifei on the mountain.
Yes, he had shed so much blood, and the fresh minced meat on the ground, these wild wolves have the most sensitive sense of smell, not to mention that it was the flesh and blood of a cultivator.
The wolves that have remained in the mountains outside Shifang City all year round have also been infected with some spirituality.
Naturally, one can distinguish between good and bad human blood.
With Mencius as bait, I think the journey down the mountain will be smooth.
After thinking about this, Chen Xiaolan couldn't feel relaxed at all.
She was not a cold-blooded person to begin with. With the teachings she had received over the past five years, she had already regarded Mr. Meng as her teacher's relative.
Now, I have to rely on his blood and bones to survive...
She looked at the torn and shattered fire talisman on the ground, the embers emitting spiritual light.
Chen Xiaolan's heart was full of melancholy, and she was actually melancholy and uneasy.
The two fingers stirred each other unconsciously, and she couldn't help but think wildly.
If Meng Zi had to make it through tonight, he might not die.
But Chen Xiaolan didn't know what was going on with him. If those wild wolves came up the mountain and ate him up...
So can he survive and recover as before?
Thinking about it, it must be impossible.
But if he wants to kill her, how can he go back and save her?
He is such a terrible devil.
But what if... is there any misunderstanding?
In case Meng Zi was not just affected by the curse, he lost his mind in pain and went crazy and hurt others.
In other words, there is some difficulty.
If she abandoned him like this, would she make a big mistake and become a sinner for the ages?
Chen Xiaolan fell into a dilemma.
She is just an ordinary woman who is afraid of death, pain, and those horrible things.
But she has a conscience, and she cannot be like those cold-blooded animals and abandon the relatives she once trusted so much.
Chen Xiaolan thought blankly, what choice would Si Chen make if he were here?
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Meng Zifei looked at Chen Xiaolan's back as she ran away in fear, his eyes were gloomy, but he could not see any anger or resentment.
But I have never thought that snowflakes falling from the sky can become so heavy and cold when they accumulate on a person's body.
He turned his neck bones stiffly, ignoring the pain of his eyes being burned by the starlight. Blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, looking at the starry sky and moonlight with desolate eyes.
He chuckled softly to himself.
I thought that if I had better luck tonight, I would be able to suffer less pain through the power of the clouds.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xiaolan was so angered by Chen Xiaolan's words that he lost his mind.
At the critical moment when the curse broke out, he exposed his body to the light of the starry sky.
It really hurts.
The child just now must have been frightened.
Because my body is out of shape, I am far less able to analyze the situation calmly than in the past.
That child Chen Xiaolan has no spiritual roots, has ordinary qualifications, and is just an ordinary daughter of a mountain man.
How can we figure out the secrets of his past?
She has been with him for five years, and this curse happens to him once a month.
Although he conceals it very well every time, there are always times when he makes an oversight like tonight.
Chen Xiaolan had a delicate mind, and Mo Yue noticed that he always disappeared for seven days every month, and occasionally noticed that his face was pale and unwell, so she concluded that he had an old illness.
I'm just too sensible, I'm afraid that he has hidden secrets in his heart, and I also care that his face won't be exposed.
Today, in this wild mountain, there are stars all over the place, and he cannot move her away. His complexion and condition can be said to be extremely pale.
She was also worried and hoped that he could seek medical treatment as soon as possible, so she couldn't help but finally revealed it, right?
It was because he had lost his mind. He lost control of her and was in a state of confusion. He couldn't suppress his reason and attacked her directly.
Instead, at the most critical period, he exposed himself to the moonlight and stars.
Now it's better, the secret of the curse has been completely exposed.
Tomorrow the starlight fades, the curse dissipates, and after the body recovers, Chen Xiaolan, who broke his secret, can no longer be killed even if he wants to.
It was snowing and freezing, but the pain of tearing his body gave him a strong burning sensation.
It was as if every inch of his body was covered with scorching heat waves, burning him to the point of confusion.
But even so, Meng Zifei couldn't help but sigh softly.
Although it is true that he wanted to become Mohe, he was full of hypocrisy and deception towards the one he loved.
But only the matter of accepting Chen Xiaolan as a disciple did not involve any calculation and exploitation.
This child looks too much like Shang Ying back then, but she doesn't have Shang Ying's outstanding talent for cultivation and is destined to be born ordinary.
This aspect is very similar to him who is devoted to the Tao but has no way to get what he wants.
When he accepted her as his disciple, it was also out of guilt for Shang Ying that he paid back and regretted it to Chen Xiaolan.
For Chen Xiaolan, he taught her writing, reading, drawing talismans, and martial arts every day, which was a kindness.
But for Meng Zifei, it was a kind of self-deception and salvation.
Although he knew that this redemption was fleeting and fleeting.
A mortal's life span is no more than a hundred years, and she does not have spiritual roots.
In this way, he practiced leisurely while looking for her spiritual roots or a way to extend her life.
If she could always be by his side, it would be better than facing the long dark night alone.
But if the way of heaven is really hard to change, Mencius should just let nature take its course, which is just another small regret.
After all, this long remaining life cannot be too boring.
Although Meng Zifei had deviated from the path of evil, he had already gone against the light of the righteous path in the world. He thought that he could do anything.
It's just that for Chen Xiaolan, I can't have much hateful thoughts.
If it hadn't been for the incident in the slave camp three years ago, he might have used her as an abandoned child when sacrifice was necessary.
Now he has gradually become stronger. The few years he has been with Chen Xiaolan can be said to be watching her grow up little by little.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Compared with relatives, it is more like a simple and gentle work of art in his hands, and he has completely given up the idea of abandoning his son.
But when something like this happened today, Meng Zifei really felt very regretful and distressed.
The cold wind howled and the continuous howls of wolves interrupted his thoughts.
Meng Zifei's eyes turned coldly under his blood-smeared eye sockets, looking at the miserable green wolf eyes rising like lanterns in the darkness.
Damn it, I actually forgot that I was currently in the snowy mountains where wild wolves were infested.
In the past, when this kind of day came every month, he would find a safe and secluded place and just endure it.
Today he was in a hurry to go to Shifang City, but due to his identity, he had to walk into the city with Chen Xiaolan.
The original plan was also thorough, but along the way he divined fortunes, and the jungle was dense and the sky was full of dark clouds.
As long as you can ensure that you are not directly illuminated by the moonlight and stars, and do not use your spiritual power randomly, you can force yourself into the city and find a safe refuge.
Chen Xiaolan has a well-behaved personality. If he settles her alone, she will never disturb him without authorization or cause trouble.
But she was in a bad mood tonight. She didn't mean to say that, she was just worried.
But it made him confused, and he actually exposed himself to such a dangerous situation.
His spiritual roots do not belong to him, but were obtained through deception. No matter how glorious he looks, his luck and karma are already filthy.
He sought the path of seeking immortality and cultivating Taoism, and finally got what he wanted. But how can the principles of the world make you always get everything you want?
After all, not everyone is Shen Jibai. How can this mortal body carry other people's spiritual roots without any rejection.
He deserves to suffer this curse.
only……
Wild wolves gathered from all directions. In the endless snow-capped mountains and dense forests, the shadows of wild wolves were densely packed and their numbers were extremely large.
They roared vigilantly, salivating, and their green eyes widened.
It seemed that he was trying to find out whether Meng Zifei was aggressive.
Looking at the astonishing number of wild wolves, Meng Zifei couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
This backlash curse is certainly terrifying, but as long as it survives, the rotten flesh will squirm and repair itself, returning to the bones, but if it is shared with these wild wolves...
Meng Zifei couldn't imagine such an ending.
He never thought that one day he would be killed by a wolf.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh at himself.
He is a cultivator, and his flesh and blood contains spiritual power, which is probably enough to attract all the wolves in the mountain.
Chen Xiaolan was probably able to leave safely even without his protection on her way down the mountain this time.
A moment ago, he was thinking about how to kill her, but now, he was the one who was in desperate situation.
Meng Zifei was never one to sit back and wait for death. His eyes without flesh and blood looked ferocious.
When he lifted his fingers, the flesh and blood between them withered like snow, exposing the bones of his hand.
The transparent silk threads danced wildly, cutting the two wild wolves that charged towards him with tentative claws into pieces, and the scarlet-hot internal blood spilled all over the snow.
The picture is indescribably cruel and horrific.
But in the wilderness and snow-capped mountains, wild wolves are ferocious and murderous.
After Meng Zifei killed two wolves, not only was he unable to scare them back, but the death of his companions also angered their ferocity.
The roaring of anger was terrifying, and the wolves flew towards him from all directions. Meng Zifei's ten fingers lying on the ground stiffly moved together, and the threads danced wildly.
Under the outbreak of the curse, the spiritual power he can call upon is limited, and the wild wolf is agile and flexible.
He could only kill five or six wild wolves, and he was almost reaching his limit.
A heart-breaking pain suddenly came from his leg bones. Before Meng Zifei could turn over to look, he heard a click and severe pain hit him.
There was a slight weight on his body, as if something had been torn off.
A dark shadow passed before his eyes, and he looked over with vacant eyes. He only saw a hungry wolf holding one of his legs in its fang-filled mouth!
There was not much flesh and blood hanging on the legs, and as the wild wolf ran, pieces of flesh scattered everywhere.
Meng Zifei's pupils shrank sharply, his dark eyes burning with anger.
He flipped his fingers, and a burst of energy turned into a wind blade, directly cutting the wild wolf in half.
If this leg is eaten by a wild wolf and taken away, even if he survives tonight and wakes up tomorrow, he will still be a cripple who will lose a leg forever!
It's just that he killed the wild wolf that bit off his leg. At this moment, his body was unable to move and it was very difficult to stand. Before he could think of a way to pick up his leg.
The wild wolf corpse that fell on the ground was pounced upon by several hungry wolves. They did not eat their own kind, but they fought with each other to tear at Meng Zifei's leg.
Meng Zifei's eyes were about to burst and he roared angrily.
The palm without the support of flesh and blood struggled to turn, but before the spiritual power could be revealed, a cold and sharp thick claw stepped heavily on the back of his hand with a 'click' sound.
"Humph! Humph!"
A smelly, hot breath came from above his head.
Meng Zifei looked up stiffly.
It was a wolf king that was twice as big as an ordinary wild wolf, with a tuft of fiery red hair flying on its forehead.
In a pair of huge wolf eyes, in addition to cruelty and animality, there is also a light of wisdom that other wolves do not have.
It had clearly seen that Meng Zifei's killing methods all originated from those hands.
Two cold and heavy claws fell on his arm one after another, with such force that they almost crushed his bones.
It roared low, and two wild wolves immediately rushed out from behind. As if under some kind of order, they roared and bit his arm, tearing it apart with all their strength!
Meng Zifei was so painful that his vision almost turned black and he fainted, and his arms clicked.
The two beasts actually bitten off two arms alive and dragged them aside to share their food.
His arms are disabled, his right leg is missing, and he is cursed.
He has no way to cope.
Even if he is good at setting up fish nets, feeding mantises, and hiding secrets in secrets, he has no countermeasures when he encounters this desperate situation today.
Meng Zifei was lying on the ground like a broken puppet with empty eyes.
The wolf king, whose intelligence had just begun but was having difficulty even transforming, looked down at him with a cruel and powerful attitude.
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At this moment, Meng Zifei couldn't help but think numbly.
He had scheming to sacrifice his most beloved woman's life in exchange for this life, and he was really going to explain it here in such a ridiculous way.
His two hundred years of short-lived immortality is a bit too ironic.
"Ouch!!!!!!"
The wolf king opened his huge mouth and bit into Meng Zifei's head with a judgment of death.
For Meng Zifei, what followed... was the arrival of boundless darkness, and his vision seemed to be at night, without any light at all.
The sharp and cold fangs of the Wolf King are embedded in the neck, and it only takes an inch of force.
You can easily tear off his head, chew it alive and swallow it in your belly.
At this moment, Meng Zifei strangely did not feel scared, his chest was numb, and his entire body, from his stump to his heart, was numb.
So be it……
Go see Shang Ying...
Go see her with this dilapidated appearance.
She had always been soft-hearted, but when she saw him like this, no matter how much she annoyed him and blamed him, she would not be willing to hate him anymore.
What a retribution! Hahahahahaha! What a retribution!
Meng Zifei closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
But the wolf king biting his head seemed to be teasing him, but it didn't use force for a long time.
He just held his head in his mouth and shook it, as if he was deliberately playing with the food in his mouth.
As expected, he is worthy of being the leader of the wolf pack, and his way of eating goes beyond the nature of ordinary wolves.
The temporary tentativeness did not give Meng Zifei any hope of continuing to live.
He only felt a sense of shame and humiliation.
Beneath the gentle and gentle appearance of Meng Zifei, only he knew how proud and aloof his heart was.
At this moment, he was actually humiliated by a wolf.
Meng Zifei was trembling with anger, and there was a surge of blood in his ears, and he roared and roared unbearably.
His chest was firmly pressed against the sharp rocks under the snow, roaring like a trapped animal on the verge of death:
"Eat me! You bastard! Bite me to pieces! Tear me to pieces! Chew me to pieces and swallow me! What are you still hesitating about!"
"Come on! Aren't you very hungry?! Who am I! I am Meng Zifei! Eat my head and you will become wise! Eat me! You piece of shit!"
Meng Zifei had never cursed so wantonly and without grace, irritating the other party like a madman.
But even so, the Wolf King still didn't bite off his head as he wished.
A dull, hoarse growl came from the huge wolf's mouth, as if the trachea for breathing and pronunciation was blocked by something.
Meng Zifei's curses continued, but the wolf's mouth biting his head trembled even more.
Gradually, a strong bloody smell gushed out from the wolf's throat. The moist and hot liquid soaked Meng Zifei's entire cheek, and his mouth and nose were filled with the smelly wolf blood.
At the same time, Meng Zifei's curses were also drowned out. He choked and coughed on the wolf blood, but his mind suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Following the wolf's mouth, he suddenly heard a crisp sound, like the sound of a bone cracking.
The fangs that were tightly biting his neck suddenly loosened, and the wolf blood soaked in his face fell all over the floor.
The clear moonlight fell on the brows, illuminating Meng Zifei's dark eyes.
His chin rested on the cold snow, and the moment he raised his eyes blankly, he saw a shocking scene that he would never forget in his life.
The giant wolf king roars angrily, and an ordinary girl rides on the wolf's back. Her plain dress is dyed red by the splash of blood.
In the distance, the cold moon meets the human world. In the distance, a group of wolves are surrounding and looking back. The arrogant figure of the Wolf King stands among the white snow.
The blood-stained girl seemed to blend into the wind, snow and moonlight.
She knelt and rode behind the Wolf King, and a very thin and sharp black thread passed through the Wolf King's neck and was tightly strangled in her frozen palms.
The sharp black thread not only cut off the Wolf King's neck deeply, but also cut her palm very deeply, and blood dripped down like beads.
If she hadn't cleverly wrapped an earth talisman around her palm in advance, the Wolf King's neck would not have been cut off by the silk string when he struggled.
Her palms were probably cut off to the point where not a single finger was left.
Meng Zifei saw clearly that Chen Xiaolan was restraining the huge wolf king with one hand, and she stepped hard on the wolf king's mouth and jaw with one of her feet.
The body was leaning against the wolf's back in a twisted posture, and one hand tightly grasped an upper fang in its mouth.
It was precisely because of this that when she exerted her strength, Meng Zifei's head was not bitten to pieces by the wolf king.
After confirming that the Wolf King spit out his head.
Chen Xiaolan raised her head and screamed, kicked her foot, quickly retracted the hand on the fangs, tightened the black silk with both hands, burst out with all her strength, and pulled back hard!
Poof!
The mysterious silk was made of special materials by Meng Zifei and was left for her to use for self-defense.
But tonight, she used this black thread to cut off a wolf's head.
The huge wolf head rolled down, and blood spattered for a long time before the wolf king's headless body struggled and fell.
Chen Xiaolan fell into the snow, looking so shocked that she could not see the bravery she deserved to kill the Wolf King.
The leader of the pack died, but did not retreat. He looked at the new prey and kept digging his claws.
Chen Xiaolan was so frightened that she screamed repeatedly, her face turned pale, and she quickly pulled out Meng Zifei's sword that was buried in the snow.
He took out several yellow talismans with his other hand, and tears streamed down his face, but they never receded.
Meng Zifei lay there as if frozen, his face covered with blood, staring blankly at the girl who couldn't even hold the sword steady.
He never thought that she would choose to turn around and save him.
In the past five years, although Meng Zifei taught her many skills and martial arts.
But no matter whether it was about exorcising demons or exorcising ghosts, he would rarely let her stay in anything involving danger and blood.
She has no combat experience.
Let alone one person dealing with a whole pack of wild wolves.
Severe pain hit his legs and shoulders, the moonlight and stars in the sky gradually grew brighter, and the last bit of flesh and blood on Meng Zifei's face seemed to have melted and fell apart.
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I don’t know how much time passed, but my heavy consciousness gradually returned to clarity.
In a blur, Meng Zifei vaguely felt that he was being dragged forward in the snow, and soft sobs could be heard faintly around him.
The sound of wind and crying mixed together, making it annoying.
I don’t know how long it took, but when Meng Zifei woke up completely, he found himself lying in a cave to avoid the cold.
There was a bonfire in front of her, and Chen Xiaolan sat in front of the bonfire, with a large gown spread beside her.
The coat was piled with mounds of flesh, blood, limbs and bones. Her face was pale, and there seemed to be fear, disgust, and fear in her eyes.
My throat couldn't help but squirm, as if I wanted to vomit, but I still held it back.
He held a leg bone in his hand, and beside him were some needlework used by his daughter.
She picked up a piece of flesh and blood, identified the right part, and put it against the bone, resisting the urge to vomit, and then stitched together the flesh and blood of her leg.
Meng Zifei had never seen such a strange scene.
The timid and ordinary girl picked up his bones and flesh in the deserted snow-capped mountains, and used the needles and threads she used to mend her own clothes to carefully mend his festering body stitch by stitch.
Meng Zifei did not feel the joy and relief of being reborn after a disaster, so he thought in a daze.
Isn't she afraid?
He looked at Chen Xiaolan's pale and pale face, her trembling body and her unstoppable tears.
Come to think of it, you are extremely scared, right?
But in this case, why not leave.
He is the one who wants to kill her.
Seeing such a disgusting and terrifying side of him that no one knew, she actually dared to turn around, touch him, and save him.
What a strange woman.
At this moment, Meng Zifei seemed to have an unprecedented new understanding of Chen Xiaolan.
She is no longer the 'child' who was raised by him, but a 'woman' who he evaluates as strange.
Meng Zifei was not surprised that she could survive the wolves' mouths.
In the past five years, he has taught her a lot of skills, and she also has a yellow talisman on her body that she has drawn in advance, so she can face a pack of wolves, although there are many dangers.
But when people are at the end of their rope, they can always unleash unexpected potential and power.
He was silent and looked at Chen Xiaolan up and down, and saw that there were deep cuts on all five fingers of her palm.
Serious injuries from the wolf's fangs can be seen everywhere on his body.
Both hands were bleeding, so I grabbed a handful of ice and snow to stop the bleeding, and continued to sew carefully with shaking hands.
He didn't notice at all that Meng Zifei had woken up.
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