Dark Redemption of Elf

On Luanwa Hill, two young men wearing attendant clothes were carrying a solid humanoid object wrapped in a black sheet in their hands, moving step by step on the mountain road full of swamp gas.

A gust of cold wind blew, and one of the fat men couldn't help shivering, stopped, and glanced nervously at the dense surroundings.

"Hey, brother, are you really not going to encounter any ghosts here?"

"Looking at how promising you are, how can you encounter ghosts here? Don't listen to the nonsense of those untouchables in the rat area." Another man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks sneered and struggled to lift the humanoid object in his hand.

"But, brother, when this woman died, her eyes were really scary." The fat-headed man's eyes fell on the object in his hand, and his hands trembled slightly.

"There is really nothing to be afraid of." The sharp-mouthed man looked at the solid object wrapped in black cloth, swallowed involuntarily, and sighed.

"Hey, what a pity..."

"What a pity? What's a pity? Brother" The fat-headed man was confused by these words.

"Are you stupid? Of course what I'm saying is that it's such a pity that this woman died." The sharp-mouthed man's companion was so angry that he stretched out his hand to hit him, but he carried the body all the way, and his skinny arms were full of A sour and numb feeling.

The fat-headed man laughed innocently and said, "Brother, this woman was indeed beautiful before she died, but she was really, really scary when she died."

"What's so scary about this guy? Do you only stare at the area above your neck?"

"You said look down there, um... Brother, this girl has a really good figure, and she's also very light." The fat-headed man laughed innocently again, walked in front, and inadvertently raised his thick arms, and the weight immediately fell on him. The thin man poured out his words. The latter looked at his dry and wrinkled arms and swallowed helplessly.

After walking a few more steps, the slender man felt that his arms were a little overwhelmed, so he suggested taking a rest for now.

The fat-headed man naturally had no objection, but the moment he placed the body on the ground, he clearly felt the body wrapped tightly in black cloth move. He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and kicked his feet violently. It was a muddy ground with weeds, trying to stay away from the body wrapped in black cloth.

"Brother, this... this woman is still alive! Oh my god, what a ghost."

The skinny man was also startled by his frightened cry. When he came to his senses, the body had not moved at all. He instantly became angry and kicked the fat man, yelling: "You stupid pig, you are making such a fuss. She is obviously dead!"

The fat-headed man remained unmoved and slumped on the ground, trembling all over, as if he had really seen something horrifying.

"Damn it, I really shouldn't have gone to the red light street yesterday. My body really can't bear it." After kicking several times, a feeling of dizziness came to his heart. The thin man covered his sore waist and looked at the person lying on the ground. The companion who responded sighed helplessly and found a stone to sit on the spot, but his eyes fell on the body wrapped in black cloth.

Vaguely, Luo Daier's gorgeous face and ice-white body appeared before his eyes, wrapped in this black cloth.

The slender man dragged his chin with one hand, recalling in his mind the fragrant scene of going to Chunlou yesterday. The beautiful young woman was having fun under his crotch, tossing and turning. Gradually, the young woman under him had a hint of pleasure. The withered face turned into Lodel's pretty cold face, and the slightly wrinkled body turned into a pair of fair and soft skin.

Just as he was about to explode, another gust of cool wind blew by, and the slim man returned from his erotic fantasy to reality, with a large amount of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.

"Asshole, damn it!" The thin man looked at the fat man lying on the ground again, his expression immediately turned ferocious, he stepped forward and kicked twice, but his exhausted strength could not do any substantial damage to the fat man. The injury only brought him back from his fear, but his mouth still kept trembling.

"Brother...brother, why don't we bury her now?"

The thin man looked at his honest expression and felt helpless. He looked around at the deserted place, his eyes fell on the tight black cloth, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Forget it, just bury it here, be smarter."

After saying that, the two started digging on the spot. The shovel they carried with them was inserted into the moist and soft soil. After a while, a small hole the size of a single person was dug out.

The slender man wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around again, and whispered to his companions: "You go and look out, you are not allowed to come near without my order, do you hear me?"

"Ah? Brother, can't we just bury her?" The fat-headed man was confused by these words and was very confused.

"Just leave when I tell you! Don't ask so many whys! You brainless idiot!" The thin man glared at him fiercely and urged him to leave quickly.

The latter shrank his neck and quickly turned around and left.

"Remember what I said, you are not allowed to come here without my order!"

"..."

There was no reply when he spoke this time, but the thin man couldn't care less. He rubbed his cold palms and looked at the corpse with a more lustful look.

Tiptoeing to the body, the thin man held his breath and gently untied the black cloth tightly entangled with the hemp rope. As the cloth on his face fell off, a fishy smell came, and he couldn't help but cover it up. Keep your nose and mouth closed and turn your head.

Looking at his face again, the original delicate and pretty face has been replaced by criss-crossed blood stains. Looking down, there is a shocking slender wound on his tender neck. The blood stains on it have solidified, and there is still blood through the middle. A trachea that has stopped breathing can be seen.

If Ayton were here, he would be able to easily tell that these wounds were not caused by any cold weapons, but were scraped out like a woman's fingernails...

After a long time, the thin man got used to its fishy smell. His excited hands stretched out to the hemp rope binding her middle part. After a while, the entire girl's figure was revealed.

She was still wearing the thin white gauze dress from the auction, a close-fitting white shirt, a white skirt, knee-high snowflake stockings, and a pair of exquisitely carved snow-white mink boots.

Looking at the girl's body, the thin man couldn't help but swallow a big mouthful of saliva. The heat in his eyes became more and more intense, and his body was so excited that he couldn't help but feel that even the vague pain in his waist disappeared.

Just when the thin man was about to learn more about it, there was a click, and the sound of branches breaking behind him made him break out in cold sweat. When he turned around, he saw that the person who came was his companion who had just left not long ago.

The thin man suddenly became furious and yelled at him: "What are you doing!? If you want to scare people to death, then you! You don't make any sound when you walk. Didn't I tell you not to come near me? Digging, it's all in your head Is it all rice!?"

"...Brother...look." The fat-headed man didn't react at all to his yelling. He just raised his right hand sluggishly and pointed tremblingly behind him.

"What?" A gust of cool wind blew behind him, and the thin man suddenly realized that something was wrong, because he had never seen his companion have that kind of look in his eyes. It was a look without any emotion, with extremely dilated pupils, and facial muscles that were filled with fear. Gradually twisting together.

"..."

There was no movement behind him, only gusts of cold wind blew by, sending chills down his spine. The slender man felt that all the pores in his body were convulsing with fear, and his head twisted back uncontrollably.

What you see...is an illusory girl dressed in white. Her beautiful face is devoid of any emotion, as if it is as unmelting as an iceberg that will last forever. Only when her blue eyes look directly at herself in the black cloth , will reveal that trace of sadness.

"This... this, ghost... ghost!!" From the first glance, the thin man recognized the identity of the girl. She was the flower of thorns who died tragically in the young master's room this evening, Lin Te Lord's daughter, Lordelle. At this time, he finally couldn't help but screamed strangely, turned and fled down the mountain.

And his companion, the fat-headed man, was still in place, his thick legs unable to exert any strength at this time, and he just begged with a hoarse voice: "Brother, big brother, wait for me...I...I." so afraid"

The thin man didn't care at all about his companion's pleas. He even pushed him to the ground when he passed by and ran away down the mountain like a desperate man.

Luo Daier did not look at the thin man who was running away, but there was a flash of white light, and at some point there was an ice blue thin sword in her hand. The dense ice blue air flow followed the blade, and she waved her hand gently.

The slender man who ran out less than ten steps immediately had his head dislocated, his eyes wide open with fear. This scene made the fat-headed man instantly feel a surge of heat gushing out from his lower body, and his urine filled the mess shrouded in mist. In the depression, the whole person was paralyzed on the ground and did not dare to move.

"...meet again"

Just as the obese man was about to wait for death, a long sigh, accompanied by a simple | plain greeting, reached his ears.