Quick Travel: Saving the Cannon Fodder Male Supporting Role

Shen Huan's gloomy voice sounded in the man's ears. He was startled, took a step back and bumped against the wooden wall. He was about to call someone, but the next moment, something seemed to be holding his throat.

"what……"

He was either frightened or wanted to remind his companions that the sound was not completely released and was completely strangled. He felt that something was drilling into his body, pulling out the most precious things in his body bit by bit.

His body seemed to have turned into a shell that provided nutrients for others, and was being arbitrarily drained of life. His body gradually became weak and weak, but his consciousness became more and more clear. He even remembered many people he met when he was a child, and some of the things that happened. There are some things that people have forgotten for a long time, but now they think about them again.

Finally, everything he thought about became one word.

Back to light.

The person in front of him turned into a corpse, a white bone. The white bones turned black and gradually seemed to melt, slowly dissipating in the air.

Shen Huan withdrew his hand and walked around the ear room to the main room. The man who was trying to pry open the door lever felt like he was being lifted up by something. There was obviously nothing around him. The shock and fear made him want to scream. but he couldn't make a sound.

Fear struck his heart, and he kept fluttering his hands in the air, trying to hit the door of the house. Something attached to him, like a strand of hair, clinging and twisting, and then gently pierced into his flesh, causing pain. It's not obvious, it's just that the fear is getting more and more creepy.

He opened his mouth wide, the expression on his face was distorted, and his eyes turned slightly white. He never figured out who killed him until his death.

Shen Huan ruthlessly harvested human lives, from the ear room to the main room, and then to the courtyard door. Looking at the people who climbed up the courtyard door in fear, she stretched out her hand with indifferent eyes, and the black smoke snaked away, quickly wrapping the people.

Watching the body slowly dissipate in the air, Shen Huan took back his hand, turned around and walked into the house. Before entering, he glanced inadvertently into the distance. In the distance, he saw the night and the wooden pillars under the house hiding his figure. His heart was shaken, but he didn't move. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door opening and closing that Yuchi Wuji breathed a sigh of relief.

He has lived for more than twenty years, traveling around with his father since he was a child. He thinks he has seen a lot, but he has never seen such a weird killing method.

Even though he didn't even touch the person, he could kill him or even destroy his body without leaving any trace.

There was a fence outside his room, so he was the first to notice those people. At first, he thought the other person was coming for him, so he immediately got up and hid, and then he saw the person whose name he only heard but could not see. The kind "master" harvests human lives without mercy.

Yuchi Wuji began to be curious about the identity of the other party, and even suspected that the other party might be sent by someone behind the scenes to kill him, but then he thought about it, he had no power to resist such a method, and he would not wake up if he killed him.

So who is she?

Having such a thunderous method would make him famous everywhere, but he had never heard of anyone with such weird abilities.

Yuchi Wuji felt complicated and thought a lot. He almost stayed up all night. At first he guessed her identity, but then he thought about his wonderful and tragic life, the people who died because of him, and the consequences of his sacrifice and compromise. In his heart, besides being unwilling And resentment, nothing more.

He wants revenge.

However, he is a dead man now, and no one will believe him except his former cronies. If the emperor knew that he was not dead, he would also send people to hunt him down. It would be extremely difficult for him to regain his power.

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When it was daylight, Yuchi Wuji finally felt a little sleepy. In his daze, someone knocked on the door.

Li Ying knocked a few times before pushing the door in and lowering his voice: "Sir, are you up?"

Yuchi Wuji responded and got up.

"Sir, how do you feel today?"

"Much better." After a pause, he added: "You don't need to call me son. Now we have the same status. We are both slaves of others. You can call me Xiaojiu."

General Weiguang, ranked ninth among the men in the Yuchi family.

Li Ying immediately changed her words: "Okay, Xiaojiu, when do you plan to meet the master?"

Yuchi Wuji didn't want to leave for the time being. It was only a matter of time before he went to meet someone. He said, "You can go now."

"Don't be impatient. Master and Lord will get up at the end of each day. If you are in good health, you can get up and take a walk first."

Yuchi Wuji had been lying in a daze for more than half a month, and he was very tired. After drinking the medicine, he walked out of the house and observed this ordinary farmyard.

This is a small courtyard with green tiles and white walls. There is a fence and a few vegetable plots on the outermost edge. Once you enter through the gate, you enter three main rooms, left and right side rooms, and huts on the side. There is a well in the center of the yard, and there are Armed with some simple farm tools, which were not many and had not been used much, Myolie Li was cooking in the kitchen. The smoke was rising and the sun was rising, giving people a sense of harmony and tranquility.

Can't really fault anything special.

Yuchi Wuji walked around the yard to get familiar with the place where he might stay for a long time. When he walked back to the front yard, Myolie Li stood at the door of the kitchen and called him: "Xiaojiu, it's time to eat."

Yuchi Wuji knew that they were husband and wife, so it was not surprising. When he walked into the kitchen, there were two side dishes and a basin of rice porridge on the table. The porridge was also being cooked in a small pot next to it. The one with shredded pork was added. Much more refined.

Li Ying moved a bench over and called to him: "Sit down and eat quickly. The master will get up in a while. Go and see him again."

"it is good."

Myolie Li was very good at cooking. One vegetarian dish and one scrambled egg were all eaten by the three of them. She smiled awkwardly and said, "Is Xiaojiu full? If not, I'll make some more for you."

Yuchi Wuji used to practice martial arts, so this little food was naturally not enough for him, but he had been lying down for a long time and his injuries were not healed yet, so it was not appropriate to overeat. He put down the bowl and chopsticks: "That's enough, thank you sister-in-law."

Myolie Li looked at his thin and sunken cheeks. He was wearing Lin Yansui's shorts and looked like a hard-suffering mountain villager. Apart from his sharp eyes and extraordinary temperament, he was not outstanding.

"My master is kind-hearted. There are few people here and there are few things to do. You can live here with peace of mind and take good care of your health first. We will talk about anything later."

Yuchi Wuji nodded: "I saved it, thank you sister-in-law."

Myolie Li shook her head, packed up the dishes and carried them out.

Li Ying brought him medicine: "There are three more doses of this medicine. You should be able to recover after eating it."

Yuchi Wuji took the dark soup and drank it in one gulp. The bitter taste spread in his mouth, but he returned the bowl to Li Ying without blinking. What came to his mind, he asked: "By the way, Brother Li, who saved me?"

He met Li Ying's slightly confused expression and explained: "I mean, who healed my wound?"