I cross you in the world of mortals [Rebirth]

Ji Zhuo glanced at the hot tears at his fingertips, sighed, the sigh could barely fall to the ground, the gray-clothed man had turned into a wolf corpse, his fur was dim, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, the gray hair was wetted by the tears, sticking the hair to the ground There is a place, it looks very pitiful, there is still a layer of human skin on the wolf's body, the person is clearly dead, but the human skin still has a fresh and beautiful appearance.

Just at this moment, Zhang Qing led a doctor over in a hurry. When they saw the wolf carcasses and human skins all over the ground, their complexions were pale. The doctor was over sixty, and he was even more frightened. Get down on your knees.

Ji Zhuo helped the doctor and asked, "Zhang Qing, how is Lao Qi?"

Zhang Qing frowned and replied: "Old Qi has been killed by Mr. Shen."

Ji Zhuo nodded and said, "Please bury the wolf corpse on the ground with the human skin."

These seventeen wolf corpses are attached to the souls of the dead, and the grievances are not dissipated. They should burn them with fire and save them at the same time. up.

Zhang Qingfang agreed, and Ji Zhuo flew out, and disappeared in the vast snow field in a blink of an eye.

Ji Zhuo couldn't find Shen Jimo anywhere, and he couldn't find a soul-resurrected person either.

He was dressed in blood, his face and hands were stained with dried blood, and his brows were stern, making him look like a bloodthirsty ghost from hell.

The snow has not yet melted, and there are very few pedestrians on the road, occasionally one or two people, they all screamed and fled when they saw him, he wanted to ask if anyone had seen Shen Jimo, but he had no choice but to give up.

It was almost dusk, he passed a vegetable field, the vegetable field was barren, and there was a hut not far from the vegetable field, which looked like it would not fall down.

The door of the hut was wide open, and muffled cries came from within.

Ji Zhuo followed the sound, and when he got closer, he smelled the resentment, but when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a young woman.

The woman knelt down on the ground, her appearance was soft and beautiful, when she saw him, she trembled all over, and she cried until the pear blossoms were in tears, so pitiful.

The woman just cried endlessly and had no power to resist.

Ji Zhuo's sword had already pressed down on the woman's white neck, but he couldn't make a move for a moment.

The woman raised her head and choked with sobs: "This is my home. My father married me three years ago. The sky was clear that day. My husband came to welcome us. Because my house is simple, on the wedding night, we paid homage to heaven and earth, and we stayed overnight." Liuyun Inn, but I didn’t think that I was skinned the next day, but my husband disappeared, and my flesh was eaten by wolves. I am not a human, but a wolf. I went to visit my father every day, but because I was afraid of frightening him, I had to hide in the distance and watch secretly..."

The woman wiped her tears with her sleeve, and continued: "One day, I was finally discovered by a villager. He rushed to tell everyone, and summoned more than ten people to take my life..."

Ji Zhuo asked in a low voice: "So you killed those ten people?"

The woman shook her head violently and said, "I don't know how to kill people, how can I kill people!"

She said, hugged Ji Zhuo's calf, and cried: "I recovered my body easily, but I never saw my father again. After asking around, he passed away last month. I have nothing to do now. Reliance, can you ask the young master to kill me and go to the underworld to reunite with Daddy?"

When Ji Zhuo moved his finger, Jianfeng was about to cut the woman's flesh.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his back and calf at the same time, the woman under his feet took the opportunity to retreat to the corner of the wall, wiped the blood-stained lips and said: "Human blood is really delicious."

Ji Zhuo didn't care about the woman, and slapped the man who attacked him on the back.

The man who attacked him was wearing black clothes, he was slapped by Ji Zhuo so that he spit out a mouthful of blood, before he could stand still, ten fingers with five inch long nails rushed straight to Ji Zhuo's door.

Because Ji Zhuo was bitten in two places just now, the wolf venom that he had finally suppressed rolled up again, his eyes shone brightly, and he viciously broke the nails that the man in black attacked.

The man in black was in pain and turned around to run away. Before he could take a few steps away, Ji Zhuo moved his fingers, and ten broken nails flew towards him.

Ji Zhuo suppressed the Wolf's Poison and panted heavily. Suddenly, there was a grievance behind him, and he dodged subconsciously. The next moment, he felt a pain in his shoulder, but luckily he missed the point.

Blood flowed down from the wound pierced by the sword, tick-tock, exuding a very tempting smell, and even the sound of falling to the ground was very pleasant to Yu Ji Zhuo.

Ji Zhuo took some blood with his fingers and put it into his mouth, tasted the blood with his mouth and tongue, the killing intent appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand to grab the sword.

The person who attacked him was a middle-aged man with some kung fu skills. Seeing that Ji Zhuo was about to grab the sword, he hurriedly put the sword away, put on airs, and shouted at the man in black behind Ji Zhuo: "Hurry up and help!" I will kill this person!"

The man in black managed to avoid the ten nails. Hearing the sound, the ten fingernails regrown at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ji Zhuo was confronted by the enemy, so he collected himself and flew behind the middle-aged man.

Just as Ji Zhuo's feet touched the ground, the middle-aged man and the man in black rushed towards him at the same time. The middle-aged man hit Ji Zhuo's throat directly, while the man in black forced himself into Ji Zhuo's heart.

Both places are important places. In the blink of an eye, Ji Zhuo summoned "Tired Cloud" to hold the sword against the middle-aged man's sword with one hand, and mercilessly clasped the man in black's sharp claw with the other hand, and sent the sharp claw into the The man in black's own heart was stabbed, and the viscera inside was drawn out with sharp claws. The owner of the viscera died and fell to the ground.

Ji Zhuo sneered, and the sword brilliance hit the heart of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man dodged the blow in embarrassment and blocked it with his sword.

While the two were circling, the woman escaped from the window. Ji Zhuo saw the woman's escape from the corner of his eye. With a single point of his finger, a stone on the ground flew straight towards the back of the woman's heart.

After more than [-] strokes with the middle-aged man, Ji Zhuofang beheaded him under the sword.

As soon as the middle-aged man fell to the ground, Ji Zhuo couldn't hold on anymore, he was at the end of his strength, he killed two people in a row, exhausted his strength, the attack of Wolf's Poison became more and more violent, he couldn't hold it back for a while, and stretched out his hand to pick up the still The beating heart of the man in black was sent to his mouth.

The heart was bright red, which made his face very seductive. He took a bite and chewed. Before the bite fell into his belly, his consciousness recovered a little, and he spat out the small piece of soft meat in his mouth. Then, as soon as he let go of his fingers, the heart fell from his palm into the dust on the ground.

The windows of this house are dilapidated, just now when the woman pushed one of them almost fell to the ground, now with a "squeak", it finally fell to Ji Zhuo's feet.

Ji Zhuo didn't care about seeing the woman's life or death, after bandaging the three wounds, he sat cross-legged, trying to breathe.

It was two hours after he was lucky enough to force out most of Wolf's Poison, he stood up, looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and said in his heart: I hope Shen Jimo doesn't follow the way like him.

Although this hut is remote, there is no guarantee that no one will pass by, which frightened the passers-by. Ji Zhuo buried the two corpses together with the two human furs, and then he got up and left.

Because his bloody clothes were too eye-catching, he shoved a piece of clothes hanging outside, and as compensation, he placed a string of copper plates at the door of that family's house.

He found a hiding place and changed his clothes. The quality of the clothes was poor, but it was much better than his bloody clothes.

He took out the fire pocket and burned the bloody clothes so as not to frighten the villagers.

It's just that the bloody clothes have not been burned, but there is a person coming towards him.

The person who came was holding a gong in one hand and a bang in the other. He looked like a watchman.

The watchman saw Ji Zhuo and asked, "Who are you and why are you here?"

While talking, he walked in a little bit, and when he got closer, he smelled the smell of burnt cloth. He was about to speak, but he heard Ji Zhuo ask, "Has there ever been a wolf in the village?"

The watchman was puzzled, but he still replied: "Three years ago, there were wolves."

Ji Zhuo asked again: "Did you ever hurt someone's life?"

The watchman nodded and said, "I scared one person to death."

The watchman said, pointing to a hut not far away, and said, "Here, that's Mr. Wang who lives there."

That hut was the place where the woman lived before she got married, Ji Zhuo frowned and said, "Old man Wang, do you have a daughter?"

The watchman "tsk": "There is indeed a daughter, but unfortunately she is an unfilial daughter. She has not returned home for three years after marriage. We don't know where she married, so we can't report the funeral. The old man died pitifully!"

The woman's words were mixed with truth and falsehood. I don't know if it was to lure him to relax his vigilance or to regret that he killed his father.

Ji Zhuo said to the watchman: "Thank you for telling me."

Watchman Fang wanted to ask Ji Zhuo why he was burning clothes here, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of thin air.

He looked carefully at the unburned clothes, a big banyan tree blocked most of the moonlight, he couldn't see clearly for a while, stretched out his hand to twist a piece, and then he saw the blood on it clearly.

He fell to the ground in fright, and was so scared that he almost peed his pants.

The man in the dark brown rough coat just now, although he looks outstanding, is clearly doing murder. Otherwise, why burn the bloody clothes here in the middle of the night?

Shen Jimo chased them for several miles before they ended up with the two of them, and the other four disappeared.

As the sky darkened and the jade plate rose, he was exhausted and leaned against a tree by the river to rest for a while.

He felt a little cold, so he tightened the fox fur on his body. The fox fur was already stained with blood, and the soft fur was quite clumsy to the touch.

When he was half asleep and half awake, there was a burst of resentment not far away, mixed with the smell of blood, followed by a "boom".

He stood up as if he had been splashed with a basin of cold water, and quickly walked over to see a woman in a pink dress. The shape of the wound should be pierced through the back of the heart with a hard object.

The blood flowed so violently that Shen Jimo looked around and saw a series of blood drops on the ground where the woman walked.

He bent down, turned the woman over, and took a closer look, and found that it was one of the 17 "resurrected" people.

The woman's chest didn't rise and fall at all, and after a while, there was no more woman's body on the ground, only a wolf and a piece of human skin left.

In this way, there are three people left.

He dragged the wolf carcass and human skin aside, dug a hole and buried it, and the dirt covered its face little by little.

The jade plate in the sky was originally very bright, but it was covered by a cloud at this time, and suddenly, the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

Shen Jimo was standing in front of the grave, filling it with soil, but his left foot was suddenly pulled off by something. The force was so strong that he was caught off guard for a while, and was pulled into the pit, and the thing turned over. Pressing him firmly under his body, his eyes, ears, mouth, nose and nose were covered with soft soil and a little snow, almost suffocating to death.

He struggled to call out the flute, his wrist hurt, and the flute fell from his hand.

The jade plate finally jumped out from the clouds, Shen Jimo struggled a bit, and finally saw the face of the living creature pressing on him - it was clearly the dead woman, but it turned out that she just did something Playing, I was careless.

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