Chapter three hundred and eighteen life and death unknown
After Baili Jian's death, Zangfeng Valley will collapse for various strange reasons, and the spearhead will all be pointed at Shi Yingxue.
She will become the laughing stock of all the disciples of Hidden Wind Valley, and will be criticized by thousands of people, and she will be miserable.
But after the sky darkened, everything fell into silence.
Do you think this is the end?
No.
The sky will still light up the next day.
After the sun rises, it is a new reincarnation full of pain.
Shi Yingxue felt tired.
Sometimes she would also wonder if she should end it all early in this painful reincarnation.
But what is the way to end it early?
She didn't know.
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Martin's doubts were no less than Shi Yingxue's.
Although he knew in his heart that he needed to use the wooden sword to kill the ghost mist, he didn't know how to do it.
He swung the wooden sword back and forth on Shi Yingxue's body in vain. The ghost mist was indeed unavoidable, but they never disappeared, but only avoided the wooden sword. Once the wooden sword left Shi Yingxue,
The ghost mist continued to flow out of her body.
Obviously, the source of the ghost mist lies in Shi Yingxue.
But logically speaking, the ghost cultivator's ghost mist often cannot be effective thousands of miles away. He must use an object as a carrier and use it as a tool to transmit the ghost mist.
The ghost mist gushes out from Shi Yingxue's body, which illustrates a problem. The source of these ghost mist, that is, the carrier, is on Shi Yingxue's body.
If it is something unusual, it should have been removed when the maid cleaned Shi Yingxue's body just now. She is almost "terminal" now, who would put anything else on her body? Naturally, it is as light and comfortable as it can be.
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At this moment, the ghost mist is still pouring out of Shi Yingxue, which can only mean one thing. This thing is still on her body and has not been found yet.
There was no time to lose. It was already too difficult to send someone to find the maid. Martin squeezed a few more drops of blood into his eyes, hoping that this time he could directly find the location of the ghost mist.
Although his blood could help him see ghosts clearly, the large amount of blood mixed in his eyes made him feel that the world was scarlet.
The scarlet red and black mist intertwined, and he almost opened his eyes wide, carefully looking at every part of Shi Yingxue's body, hoping to identify the deepest and most evil part among the layers of black mist.
here!
Martin finally saw clearly that the most entangled source of all the ghosts and mist was not elsewhere, but in Shi Yingxue's hands.
But there is obviously nothing in her hands, so what is Guiwu using to spread?
Martin sighed secretly, thinking that he was offended, and he reached out to gently pick up Shi Yingxue's hand.
Her hands were not like those ordinary girls he had seen. They were soft and boneless, and her skin was as white as snow. Shi Yingxue's fingertips and palms were covered with a thin layer of calluses, which showed that she had put in a lot of effort in her daily sword practice.
At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with her hands.
Martin suddenly remembered that the little girl had been saying that there was blood on her hands when Shi Yingxue was unconscious. When Martin came, he also heard her say that there was blood on her hands.
He couldn't see what was on Shi Yingxue's hand. Even if he looked at it with eyes dripping with blood, there was nothing. Shi Yingxue always said there was blood on his hand, so what kind of blood was it?
Is this blood also related to the ghost mist?
When taking blood before, Martin was reluctant to cut Shi Yingxue's palm, but took some from her ankle. Now he thought that he should make an incision on her palm to see if there was anything abnormal in the blood that flowed out.
Martin was determined to cut Shi Yingxue's fingertip and squeezed out the blood from the wound.
This was extraordinary. Martin didn't know what others saw. What he saw was a large plume of black smoke, mixed with smelly and thick black blood, shooting out from Shi Yingxue's fingertips.
It's all ghost fog.
Many times more than what Martin had seen in his mother.
After the ghost mist was squeezed out of Shi Yingxue's fingers, it rushed back to the newly cut fingertips unwillingly.
Martin could only watch all this and could not stop it.
He thought about it and could only think of taking out the wooden sword he had prepared and putting it aside, bringing it as close as possible to Shi Yingxue's hands, and using the wooden sword to disperse the ghost mist.
The wooden sword coated with various materials was indeed very effective. The ghost mist that was squeezed out again could not return to Shi Yingxue's body even if it wanted to. The wooden sword was on the side, forcing them to flee in all directions.
Martin cut Shi Yingxue's fingers open one by one, and squeezed out the ghost mist and poisonous blood sealed under the skin of her palms.
Fortunately, with the help of the evil-proof wooden sword, the ghost mist can be cleared very quickly.
Martin didn't know what the squeezed out black poisonous blood was for the moment, so he couldn't wipe it off casually, so he simply took a few porcelain basins to put them in. He squeezed them down with ten fingers and filled two full basins.
Martin did these things tirelessly until the blood squeezed out of Shi Yingxue's fingers turned normal red.
The man on the bed, who had closed his eyes tightly and was in great pain, had calmed down, and there seemed to be a look of relaxation in his brows, and Martin breathed a sigh of relief.
Martin didn't dare to let the two pots of poisonous blood get too close to Shi Yingxue, so he moved them under the window. As for the wooden sword, he didn't dare to let it leave Shi Yingxue's side for a moment, so he simply put it under his pillow.
On Shi Yingxue's lower abdomen, he put her bandaged hands together and held the wooden sword tightly.
After doing all this, it was obvious that the ghost mist on Shi Yingxue's body was reduced, but the ghost mist in the room was still lingering around.
Martin walked over and opened the window, trying to disperse the ghostly atmosphere in the room. Before he could turn around, he heard Yingxue's rapid coughing and wheezing on the bed.
"Brother Xue, what's wrong with you?"
Martin turned around and saw Shi Yingxue huddled together. Her right hand was holding the wooden sword unconsciously, and the other hand was pressing her chest desperately. She tilted her head to one side and vomited out blood.
The bed was dyed red.
"Brother Xue!"
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For Xiao Wan and others, this month is probably the most uncomfortable time in their lives.
The little sister who worked with him was killed for no reason and the murderer could not be found. The considerate and gentle master was also murdered, and his life or death is uncertain.
Everyone hopes that the murderer can be brought to justice as soon as possible, and they even hope that Shi Yingxue can wake up soon.
Unfortunately, things didn't work out. They were thinking that Martin could rescue Shi Yingxue. However, Martin entered the house and stayed there for a day. In the evening, he said sadly that he had tried his best with a tired look on his face.