Chapter three hundred and thirty first blood stained like frost
There were quite a few people outside. Shi Yingxue used her spiritual consciousness to check and found that there were about ten people here.
To send out ten men to catch a little Taoist priest who has no strength to restrain a chicken is really impressive to her.
Shi Yingxue shook her head helplessly.
It seems that she is destined to win.
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"Boss, why didn't Miss Ying come out to meet us?"
The people lurking in the grass outside the dilapidated Taoist temple were whispering.
"What's Miss Ying's trick? If you ask me, we can just go in. A little rabbit who looks like a wasted chicken has troubled so many of our brothers. I really think the lady thinks highly of him."
Before the person who was called the boss could speak, another boy said.
"Shut up, both of you."
The man with a scar on his face said. He looked at the Taoist temple for a while with caution. He saw that there was a little light in the main hall inside and it was quiet. He didn't know if he could succeed.
He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, and a moment later he heard a thin whistle echo.
"Let's go, Miss Shadow has succeeded."
As soon as the scarred man spoke, these people began to gear up, each carrying their things through the broken door and walking towards the main hall.
Miss Ying was leaning against the door frame, looking a little impatient: "Why are you here so late?"
"Aren't you afraid of disturbing Miss Ying's good mood?" The scarred man's eyes turned around on Ye Ying's face, feeling a little regretful.
Ye Ying chuckled: "How dare you even think about my aunt's bed?"
"No, no." The scarred man coughed lightly and glanced behind Ye Ying: "How much money does this little Taoist priest have?"
"You'll know for yourself when you come in and see." Ye Ying stepped aside, leaving a gap on one side for the scarred man to enter.
Several of the boys didn't dare to look directly at Ye Ying. They followed the scarred man into the hall, and they didn't dare to get too close to Ye Ying. They stood not far from the entrance. Only Yeying led the scarred man deeper into the hall.
Walk towards the statue of Tianzun nearby.
In front of the golden statue lay a vague human figure, covered with a layer of messy clothes. He looked like a thin man.
There was a bag of things piled beside him. Ye Ying walked over and picked it up, untied it and threw it at the scarred man's feet: "Here, take a look."
The silver fell to the ground and made a tinkling sound. There were more than a dozen silver ingots, and there were countless pieces of broken silver.
According to a rough visual inspection, there are more than a thousand taels, which is not a lot, but definitely a lot.
"This pretty boy is really rich!"
The scarred man sighed, and with a smile, he knelt down to collect the bag of silver and shouted: "Why are you all standing there stupidly? Come and help me pick up the broken silver!"
As soon as he shouted, he realized something was wrong.
Turning around suddenly, he felt a cool wind blowing past his cheek.
The seven or eight kids who were standing not far from the door just now were all lying on the ground.
People like them who often engage in murder and smuggling are very familiar with the smell of blood. When a fishy smell wafts to the tip of their noses, their bodies will react before their brains.
The man with the scar shouted, "Miss Ying, be careful!" and stood in front of Ye Ying. He had put down the bag of silver in his hand, pulled out the sword from his waist, and looked around cautiously.
"Are you looking for me?"
A cool voice came from behind the scarred man.
This was not Ye Ying, nor any of the sounds he was familiar with.
The scarred man suddenly turned around and saw someone standing behind Ye Ying.
Wearing a Taoist robe, the expression on his face is colder than the statue.
She was still holding the sword in her right hand, and was wiping the sword leisurely with her left hand. The unwiped blood dripped down the blade drop by drop.
Tick tock, tick tock.
The sound of blood dripping on the ground could be heard clearly in the silent hall.
Scar Man is different from Ye Ying. Warriors tend to be more sensitive to danger and power.
Almost instantly, the scarred man had already measured the strengths and weaknesses of himself and Shi Yingxue, and knew that this trip was going to end badly.
When he looked carefully at the little Taoist priest lying on the ground, who he thought was dead just now, he suddenly realized that it was just a dummy tied up with clothes, and he didn't know why he looked like a real person just now.
It seems that I have met an expert.
But there is still a question. If all this is an illusion, what role does Ye Ying who called him in play in it?
The scarred man looked at Ye Ying, who looked away and said nothing.
The shadow girl rebelled.
Anger slowly appeared on the face of the scarred man, and he stared at Shi Yingxue without saying a word, holding his knife in his hand and refusing to let go.
Shi Yingxue ignored him and continued to wipe Yi Rushuang slowly.
Yi Rushuang is really a good sword. It has been warmed in Shi Yingxue's Dantian for most of the past six months and has never been unsheathed. Now that it has seen blood, it is even sharper.
The scarred man did not move, while Shi Yingxue was still cleaning his sword.
There was still blood on Yi Rushuang's sword, but Shi Yingxue noticed that some blood had soaked into the sword, and traces of red spread among the light blue, showing an indescribable and strange feeling.
Shi Yingxue began to feel a bloodthirsty desire surge in her heart.
This feels bad.
But the scarred man had already begun to question Mian Yeying: "Yeying, have you forgotten all the poisonous oaths you swore in front of the lady?"
Ye Ying said nothing, his face turned gray.
Shi Yingxue watched the two people arguing and felt a noise in her ears for some reason.
My mind is trembling like frost.
It was clearly sending a message to Shi Yingxue to kill them.
Kill them!
This strong sense of bloodlust made Shi Yingxue shudder, and there was a vague hesitation in Yi Rushuang's eyes.
The man with the scar took advantage of Shi Yingxue's dazed effort and struck directly with his knife.
Ye Ying subconsciously ducked to the side, but Shi Yingxue had already raised her head.
The scarred man was very fast, but Shi Yingxue's sword was even faster.
There was a sharp pain in her waist. Yingxue felt herself spinning before the scarred man's knife touched him. The next moment, he only had time to see his lower body slowly falling to the ground.
Her sword...
The scarred man is no longer conscious.
Shi Yingxue's sword was still bleeding.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Ye Ying's face became even more gloomy.
"Take me to Hungry Wolf Mountain."
Shi Yingxue no longer wiped her sword, she looked at Ye Ying intently, casually inserted Yi Rushuang on her girdle, letting the dripping blood dye her Taoist robe red, like a blooming flower.
plum bossom.
Ye Ying saw a dim light in her eyes.
It was not the kind of light that humans can have. When it was brightest, the pupils were almost blood-colored, but when they were darkest, they were only faintly red.
Is she an evil spirit?
Ye Ying didn't know how she nodded. She only knew that if she didn't agree, she would be the next one to be cut in half.