Shi Yingxue lit a fire talisman, and with a wave of spiritual energy in her hand, the flames spurted out and burned the black flying insects completely.
This was actually a bit scary. The ominous feeling in Shi Yingxue's heart became heavier and heavier, and she even felt that the air around her was getting more and more humid. She touched her cheek and saw that it was already covered with water. This was not hers. sweat.
Not only that, her loose hair was already wet, as if she had been soaked in the rain.
The robe on his body also looked wet, clinging tightly to his body and feeling sticky.
Shi Yingxue felt that she still couldn't concentrate on the two swords, so she simply put away one of them, and just held tightly the one she had used to chop down the tree before, looking around nervously.
The hand that Shi Yingxue had just cut off was still lying on the swamp soil. Shi Yingxue lowered her head and looked at it carefully.
In fact, it is not accurate to say that the bones are white. The hand was pale without a trace of blood. Some places had rotted and fallen off, revealing the pale bones underneath, but some places were still intact, but too pale.
The five fingers are distinct, and the nails are even smeared with cinnamon. If you ignore all the strange places around it, and if you think of this hand as the hand of a beautiful female cultivator, there is no sense of disobedience.
These are human hands!
Shi Yingxue took two steps back and stood on the meadow she had just stepped on. The lines under her feet had already lit up, and the sword in her hand was also wrapped in spiritual energy, as if she was in a fighting posture.
The swamp suddenly moved at this time and swallowed the severed hand in one go.
Suddenly there was a woman's chuckle in her ears. This voice was something Yingxue had never heard before, but she felt a vague sense of familiarity that made her hair stand on end.
Suddenly, there were many sounds surging in the swamp, and more and more bubbles were surging upwards, as if something extraordinary was crawling out of the ground. In fact, this was indeed the case.
I saw a hand protruding from the swamp. It was exactly the same as the hand that was chopped off by Shi Yingxue before. Even the places on the hand that rotted and fell off were exactly the same.
It was only one hand like this that crawled out of the swamp, but hundreds of thousands of hands crawled out, and they all looked exactly the same.
These hands were so densely packed that the psychological pressure on Shi Yingxue suddenly increased many times.
The voice that was still chuckling in her ear just now appeared again, but this time she no longer laughed, but screamed sharply: "Why didn't you save me! Why did you break your oath!"
Her voice was heartbreaking, and the heartbreak and condemnation in it seemed to be fake. It was mixed with the fear and despair that hit her face, and Shi Yingxue couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
"I curse you to be trapped in reincarnation for the rest of your life and never die a happy death!" The woman cried out for the last time, and then stopped abruptly.
Shi Yingxue only felt that her vision went dark, and there was a feeling of cracks in the sea of consciousness. She quickly protected the sea of consciousness with luck spiritual energy, and shouted coldly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"
The only answer she received was the sudden roar of the wind. The wind was so violent that it blew away the turf on many meadows. Shi Yingxue felt that her feet were not stable at all, so she had to insert her long sword into the meadows under her feet. , half-kneeling on the ground, using the power of the sword and Caodianzi to stabilize his body and prevent it from being blown away by the wind.
The pale hand that poked out of the swamp did not change at all. It was still stretched out straight, and the nails on the nails were as bright red as snow.
The wind was so strong that even though she managed to steady her body, the handkerchief tied on her face was blown away by the wind, like a kite with a broken string.
Being blown far away by the wind, there was no chance to save him.
The wind was like a knife, and it wiped out a bloody streak on Shi Yingxue's face.
Shi Yingxue wiped it with the back of her hand, only to see a patch of scarlet blood.
Suddenly she felt her heart was full and she spit out a mouthful of blood.
This mouthful of blood fell into the swamp, but those hands suddenly retracted, and the violent wind stopped.
But the female voice in Shi Yingxue's ears was still ringing. At this time, she was no longer as painful and desperate as before, but smiled gently and shouted a name that Shi Yingxue couldn't understand: "Nanzhu"
, you can’t forget your oath.”
"Nanzhu, you said you would take me to Jiangnan to see the willows during the fireworks in March. I have been in a small town all my life, and I have never seen Jiangnan where 'the rain of apricot blossoms wets my clothes, and the wind of willows blows on my face'
, since you said so, you will take me there."
"Nanzhu, you said you would marry me when I got out of the government. This money is the dowry money my parents left for me. Your parents didn't let you go to the imperial examination. I let you go. You took my dowry money.
, go to Beijing and rush for the exam, and then I will be your bride when everyone has passed the exam."
"Nanzhu, you promised me that you would not adopt the child to your eldest brother. My body has been broken for a long time, and this is the only child I have in this life. You promised me that you can't give up on him, and you can't give up on me.
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"Nanzhu? No, you are not Nanzhu? Where is my husband? Let me go, let me go!!"
"Nanzhu! Nanzhu! Where are you, hmm!"
"Nanzhu...I hate you..."
These sound like words spoken by an ordinary woman in the mortal world to her lover, but these words contain the spiritual power of destroying heaven and earth. Even though Shi Yingxue tried her best to protect her sea of consciousness, in this majestic world
He was still vulnerable to the powerful force, and there was a sharp pain in his head, and he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.
At this time, the wind picked up again, and Shi Yingxue, who had lost all his strength, was like a small boat in the wind, and was suddenly blown into the swamp.
The hands that had disappeared suddenly appeared again, pulling Shi Yingxue down to the swamp.
A cold and sticky feeling filled Shi Yingxue's body. She endured the pain of the collapse of her sea of consciousness and struggled for life. However, her fists were unable to defeat her four legs, and she was finally pulled into the swamp by a pair of hands.
There was no light at all in front of her eyes. She was swallowed up by the overwhelming darkness and the smelly swamp mud. Bubbles kept rising from the swamp, but in the end, the sound gradually disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
Shi Yingxue thought she was dead.
But her heart was still beating fiercely, and every beat was her reluctance.
She was unwilling to die like this;
She was desperate, desperate that she had let down her mother and father;
She still had passion in her heart and a high morale that she was willing to start over, but the only thing she didn't have was regret.
She doesn't regret that she followed her heart to get some Poria cocos, and she doesn't regret that she chose this direction. She doesn't attribute her experience to bad luck or anything, she just feels that next time, if she does it again, she will be stronger.