Three hundred and twentieth chapters can not survive
Finally, when Shi Yingxue said these words, Martin felt a little more comfortable.
He was humiliated by this ghost cultivator before, and he was very angry. At this time, when Shi Yingxue gave the order, he immediately laughed twice and took two steps back. His hands were behind him when Shi Yingxue was just lying down.
A chop was struck on the coffin.
Snapped!
The seemingly solid coffin exploded, and the cinnabar and other materials used for antisepsis that were originally placed on the coffin exploded in all directions.
Shi Yingxue and Martin had already dodged away, leaving only a ghost cultivator who was unable to move due to Shi Yingxue's coercion. He watched helplessly as the cinnabar exploded from the explosion hit him all over his face.
This cinnabar is not ordinary cinnabar, but cinnabar mixed with glutinous rice flour, which is perfect for treating this arrogant little thing.
As soon as the cinnabar fell on his face, he screamed, covering his face and howling one after another.
Cinnabar is an ordinary thing to ordinary people, but it is nothing ordinary here. When a little bit of cinnabar was sprayed on his face, it was like the sulfuric acid scattered everywhere, burning his skin to black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
.
It must hurt a lot.
Listening to the sound of the cinnabar hissing and corroding the ghost cultivator's skin, Shi Yingxue smiled mockingly.
pain?
No matter how much pain he felt, it couldn't compare to the pain she felt when those two mortal girls were strangled to death by him for no reason.
The monks wanted to compete with the sky. If Shi Yingxue lost at the hands of this person, it would be because of her own failure. She was willing to lose.
But Cao'er Ya'er was just two ordinary mortals. They had no idea what a monk was and what a ghost cultivator was. They were strangled to death in a smelly and smelly place like the palace, and their souls might not be able to live in peace after death.
This is not enough.
There was no emotion in Shi Yingxue's eyes. She turned her hand again, and Martin understood what Shi Yingxue meant.
He took out several throwing knives from his pocket, and with a swipe, he chopped down the lanterns that had not fallen from the eaves above their heads.
The contents in these lanterns are not candles, but black dog blood.
These lanterns are all specially customized. They look like a thin layer of paper, but are actually extremely tough sheepskin. All the places where wax oil should have been replaced have been replaced with black dog blood.
Cinnabar wards off evil spirits, and black dog blood is even worse.
At first it was hung high and did not light up. It did not attract any attention at all. No one noticed the lantern.
This was also a great gift prepared by Shi Yingxue for him.
In ancient times, gods and Buddhas used sacred objects and Dharma to save lonely souls. Shi Yingxue couldn't become a god or Buddha, so she used this black dog's blood to "save" this abominable ghost cultivator!
Several lanterns fell at Martin's feet. Martin quickly cut open the lanterns, took out the black dog blood inside, walked up to the ghost cultivator who was still screaming bitterly, and poured a handful of it on him.
This thing is more powerful than cinnabar.
He was still howling just now, but after being poured over by several pots of black dog blood, his heart was chilled and his heart was flying. He immediately turned into a howling ghost.
He began to twitch in pain and subconsciously wanted to roll on the ground.
However, Shi Yingxue's coercion stepped firmly on him, and he couldn't even roll on the ground. He could only cry helplessly on the spot with his face distorted.
There was even a layer of smelly black mist floating on his body, which was somewhat similar to the ghost mist, but not the same. This was the source of ghost cultivation, ghost energy.
The ghost energy began to dissipate, and this ghost cultivator was already useless.
Shi Yingxue walked over and suddenly opened her hands, shiny and slender.
"My stuff."
what?
The ghost cultivator who was in pain couldn't figure out what Shi Yingxue meant. He just felt that he kicked the iron plate that he shouldn't have kicked this time. But he was also dissatisfied. Shi Yingxue could kill him directly.
, such torture and pain made him burst out with great hatred.
if......
If he could be as strong as his master, he would never take Shi Yingxue lightly!
Shi Yingxue could see the undisguised pain and hatred on his distorted face, and the murderous intent revealed in his eyes was even more complete.
It's a pity that this little ghost cultivator has completely lost his chance. He wanted to stand up, but Shi Yingxue cut the grass to get rid of the root.
But before all this was eradicated, Shi Yingxue still had a few things to do.
She narrowed her eyes in a good-natured manner and said, "Give me back my things."
Xiao Guixiu looked up and saw Shi Yingxue's face. There was a fake and shallow smile on this delicate but temperatureless face, and her eyes were cold.
He suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and he felt regretful in his heart.
"Here, you...ah! Don't kill me, okay!" Xiao Guixiu took out a small porcelain bottle from the storage ring and put it tremblingly into Shi Yingxue's hand.
That small porcelain bottle was the diarrhea pills Shi Yingxue gave to Cao'er that day. It was this bottle of pills that also cost Cao'er his life.
Shi Yingxue felt regretful. If she had gone to find Ya'er by herself, Cao'er's life would not have been sacrificed in vain.
She looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the mourning hall.
She opened a fire fold and relit the candles that had been blown out in the mourning hall. There was a tablet in the middle with her name Yingxue written on it.
Shi Yingxue sighed and turned the tablet around, revealing the words on the back.
This is actually a double-sided tablet, with Yingxue written on the front and Caoer Yaer written on the back.
These two were abandoned girls without fathers and mothers. They were finally born to the age of flowers. They could have bloomed brilliantly, but they died tragically at the hands of the devil.
It was her failure to protect them.
Shi Yingxue gently placed the porcelain vase in her hand in front of the tablet and bowed.
When she turned around again, the look of sadness and anger on her face became even heavier.
Martin saw that she looked very unhappy and did not dare to disturb her with words. Shi Yingxue walked to the ghost cultivator step by step faster and stood silently for a while, then suddenly raised her hand.
Snapped!
A very loud slap.
The ghost cultivator was already in pain and distracted, and he never thought that Shi Yingxue would slap him.
He wanted to glare angrily, but he didn't believe that Shi Yingxue would let him go when he was about to die anyway, so he simply yelled: "If you hit me, those two little bitches won't survive..."
However, before he finished speaking, Shi Yingxue slapped her again.
This slap was even harder than before. Xiao Guixiu felt a buzzing in his ears and could hardly hear what Shi Yingxue was saying.
He felt the taste of blood in his mouth and spit it out, only to find that Shi Yingxue had knocked out two of his teeth and his cheeks were burning with pain.
Shi Yingxue's lips were moving slightly. As soon as Gui Xiu understood what she was saying, his pupils dilated. She was really a terrifying woman!
"They won't survive, but I can beat you to death."