After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Master, be careful!"

Lin Mao watched a blue shadow attack him head-on, Chang Xiaoqing let out a low shout and raised his hand to block, but at this moment, Jia Ruo was a thousand times crazier than before, Chang Xiaoqing was caught off guard by The vine swept sideways and flung viciously into the distance.

"Leave me alone! These vines won't hurt me!"

Lin Mao shrank his shoulders to avoid a vine, and shouted at Chang Xiaoqing.

His voice was not a lie - the vines belonging to Konghua were always gentler and slower when they approached him, even if Lin Mao was not good at martial arts at this time, he could easily avoid it, which was the exact opposite of Chang Xiaoqing.

As long as those green shadows sense Chang Xiaoqing's aura, they will become more and more frantic.

While those vines were whipping and dancing wildly, Jia Ruo's situation in the field seemed to be getting worse.

The perfect body that he put together with great difficulty was close to falling apart, vines sprouted from the bloody limbs, and his white bones could almost be seen through the cracked flesh.

He bowed his body in pain, put his head in his hands, and muttered incoherently incoherent sentences——

"Who am I... I am... Who... I am... Jia Ruo..."

Seeing him as if he was about to come up with an answer, stealing some sobriety from the chaos.

But at this moment Lin Mao suddenly heard Xing Xinglin's old voice again.

"Are you really Jia Ruo from Lingkong Temple? But you clearly know that Jia Ruo is already dead, isn't it... You just want an exorcism shell, an exorcism shell that allows you to move freely. After eating that poor and unlucky monk, Li Daitao came to this world stiffly..."

Lin Mao looked up, his pupils suddenly constricted.

When exactly, that person was able to jump over the shadows of vines and get in front of Jia Ruo with such a ghostly movement?

Lin Mao only heard a few words coming from there intermittently, and his heart skipped a beat, feeling that something was wrong.

"Chang Xiaoqing, tell him to shut up!"

Lin Mao gave Chang Xiaoqing an order, and then rushed towards Xing Xinglin himself.

If the old man, who was getting more and more weird no matter how he looked at it, continued to stimulate Jia Ruo like this, Lin Mao really didn't know if they would really survive to leave this ice and snow land in the end.

Lin Mao didn't know whether Xing Xinglin heard his cry, he only knew that the man suddenly turned around and gave him a deep look.

At this moment, Xing Xinglin looked strange, he seemed to be older, but when he looked at Lin Mao, his expression and eyes were very soft, as if the branches covered with sweet-scented osmanthus were missing in the autumn, The warm sunlight falling on the person has a bit of the lingering fragrance and sunset of the past.

Lin Mao felt an inexplicable pain in his chest, but he couldn't find the reason.

"you--"

"Hula-"

A sharp shadow whizzed over, smashing Lin Mao and Xing Xinglin's brief gaze at each other into pieces.

"puff……"

Then, Lin Mao's vision was stained with splashes of blood.

Lin Mao was shocked suddenly, his pupils constricted, and he saw the vines on Jia Ruo piercing Xing Xinglin's body.

"don't want!!!"

Lin Mao couldn't help shouting, but it was too late.

After the thick vine penetrated Xing Xinglin's body, he swung it hard, and the old man's body was instantly thrown into the distance.

"Master!"

Lin Mao subconsciously wanted to reach for Xing Xinglin's body, but he was pushed back by someone and fell into a warm embrace.

At the same time, a blue shadow rubbed against Lin Mao's toes and swung it vigorously.

"Be careful."

Chang Xiaoqing's voice came from above Lin Mao's head.

Lin Mao ignored his apprentice, he stared blankly at Xing Xinglin's motionless body thrown into the distance, and the sourness in his heart began to pervade inexplicably.

And after Xing Xinglin was attacked, Jia Ruona's insane condition finally improved a little.

The vines flying all over the sky eased down visibly with the naked eye, Lin Mao didn't care about other things, he broke away from Chang Xiaoqing and ran towards Xing Xinglin.

Lin Mao could feel his heart beating very fast.

The body trembled slightly.

The way Xing Xinglin looked at him before being pierced by vines has been haunting in his mind...

Lin Mao always felt that those eyes were familiar. He seemed to think of something, but all the consonances were wrapped in thick mist, and whenever he felt something, he would slip away quickly.

wrong--

Xing Xinglin is wrong——

The closer he got to Xing Xinglin's body lying motionless on the ground, the more anxiety and doubt in Lin Mao's heart swelled and fermented, almost making him breathless.

However, when Lin Mao actually came to Xing Xinglin's body, he was stunned.

Xing Xinglin's "corpse" was face down, and his body was still bleeding, the scene was very bloody.

But when Lin Mao turned the "corpse" over tremblingly and wanted to take a breath, what was revealed before Lin Mao's eyes was something unexpected.

This corpse has no face.

To be correct, this is not a real corpse at all.

After the initial panic subsided, Lin Mao realized that the exorcism that was bleeding in front of him was just a human puppet.

To put it bluntly, this kind of puppet is a prop commonly used by some crooked people in the world.

The usage is also very clear, it is to stay in the chaotic scene of some fighting in human form, and act as the so-called "shell" for the person who escaped from the golden cicada's shell.Even the name of this "human skin puppet" is actually fake. Most of the human skin puppets are actually made of pigskin. Although it looks like it is still bleeding, it is actually just a puppet stuffed in advance. His blood bag is broken.

"Then Xing Xinglin really has a problem."

When Lin Mao was inspecting the puppet, Chang Xiaoqing had already followed him. Looking at the puppet at this time, he gave a conclusion in a soft voice.

But when Lin Mao looked at the puppet, his expression was still a little dazed, as if he was immersed in some thoughts and couldn't wake up.

"Master?"

"Hmm..." Lin Mao blinked, turned his head to look at Chang Xiaoqing, and then turned his gaze back to the puppet.

He reached out and gently kneaded the puppet's neck for a moment. After feeling the slight bumps from his fingertips, the expression on Lin Mao's face became more confused and hesitant.

Seeing that Lin Mao behaved strangely, Chang Xiaoqing couldn't help asking: "Is there any problem?"

Lin Mao shook his head: "No... Maybe it's just that I'm thinking too much."

He stood up with a gloomy expression, and turned his head to look at Jia Ruo behind him.

As early as when he and Chang Xiaoqing were investigating the "corpse" left by Xing Xinglin, Jia Ruo's madness had subsided.

However, those crazy actions and chaos before seemed to consume all of Jia Ruo's mental and physical strength. It didn't take long for those vines to swing slower and harder, and finally Jia Ruo kept his head in his hands The posture fell to the ground, and it looked as if he had passed out.

Standing beside Lin Mao, Chang Xiaoqing watched the whole process of Jia Ruo fainting coldly with his arms crossed, with nothing but indifference in his eyes.

On the contrary, after seeing Jia Ruo's appearance like this, Lin Mao was slightly stunned, and finally broke free from the state of being in a trance and not knowing where he was.

"Gara..."

Lin Mao called out tentatively.

The unconscious Jia Ruo didn't move at all, but some of his drooping vines trembled slightly, as if responding to Lin Mao.

"Not dead yet."

Chang Xiaoqing said coldly.

Lin Mao pretended not to feel Chang Xiaoqing's disgust towards Jia Ruo, so he went forward to check Jia Ruo's condition.

It has to be said that Jia Ruo looked a little bad at this moment.

His body that was so hard to condense is now full of holes pierced by his own vines. Even after passing out, his whole body is still trembling, his lips move slightly, and he can vaguely hear the broken murmur overflowing from his mouth .

"I'm not... I... Konghua... Jiaruo..."

Lin Mao listened thoughtfully.

"He looks far from human now, it's better..."

Chang Xiaoqing's eyes cut back and forth on Jia Ruo's neck with incomparable attachment, and she opened her mouth quietly.

"No."

Lin Mao interrupted him.

Chang Xiaoqing paused, but still couldn't hold back and continued, "Then what does Master plan to do with him?"

Lin Mao shook his head: "I don't know." After a while, he added, "The reason why he looks like this is because of what Xing Xinglin asked...Obviously that person is definitely not as simple as we thought."

Thinking of this, Lin Mao couldn't help sighing.

Chang Xiaoqing squinted his eyes to hide the glare in his eyes - on his back, the imprint left by the golden needle was still aching.

At this moment, Lin Mao only thought that Xing Xinglin's origin and whereabouts were mysteries, but Chang Xiaoqing had a vague conclusion about the old man's true identity in his heart.

It's just that Chang Xiaoqing didn't intend to tell Lin Mao what was in his heart.

After all, he is very different now from the past.

At this time, the two were in the posture of Lin Mao investigating and Chang Xiaoqing guarding behind. After finding that Jia Ruo was no longer a threat, the two relaxed a little.

Chang Xiaoqing looked down at Lin Mao's slender back, but a vague and unfamiliar scene unconsciously appeared in her mind:

It is vaguely also the scene where Lin Mao is in front and he is behind, and it is also "he" looking at Lin Mao's back.

It's just that Lin Mao is slightly plump in my impression, and the lines from shoulders to neck are wrapped in a light and thin silk robe that is so soft that it shows curves.

It is precisely because the silk is so soft that "he" can tell at a glance that the colorful robe is only loosely draped over the young man's body, and under the robe, the man is not wearing anything... …

And "he" slowly moved towards that Lin Mao, and his lips touched the small piece of creamy smooth skin on the back of the other's neck.