debt repayment

On the Zijin Palace, facing the darkness in the crystal mirror, the three gods were surrounded by you.

Yan Wen shook his fan, looked elsewhere, and did not care about himself; Zang Ji raised his sleeve to cover his lips, and coughed dryly: "Dijun, haven't you already fixed the reincarnation of the sword spirit?"

Quan Ying laughed dryly: "Accident, accident, don't mind."

There was darkness in the mirror; from the first perspective of Daotong's avatar, what he saw was still the boundless sea of ​​blood in the black sky.

He only remembered that after the chill suddenly exploded, he was thrown out by a huge force, and then fell into the sea of ​​burning blood.The sea of ​​blood was mostly undead filth, and the ossified ghost hands swarmed up like wild dogs seeing fresh meat, dragging him to the depths of the smelly and viscous sea of ​​blood, they pressed his head and dragged him down.The Taoist robe soaked in blood was extremely heavy and was torn into strands of rags.Fortunately, the Lingmu fake body does not need to breathe, so that he will not drown and die.

His mouth and nose were full of blood, he didn't dare to open his eyes, so he had to hook his fingers and use magic power to drive away the ghost hand.

Then, he was pulled up to the surface of the water by a force, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the person was Qing Le, who looked like a red dog in the water.

Even though he was out of danger, he was still full of fear of Song Hui Anji's domineering and raging murderous intentions just now.His fairy mahogany is the best and brightest ghost-suppressing fairy tree in the whole Tiangong, and he chose peach wood to shape it because he has some considerations in suppressing ghosts and clearing away spirits.It wasn't until he was thrown into the sea that he knew that Song Hui'an had restrained himself so much before—so restrained that when he let his fierceness unreservedly run wild, the ferocious resentment reversed Chang Lun, overwhelmed Taomu's nature of suppressing evil, and penetrated deep into the depths of the soul. Fear was conveyed to his God-essence.

He had been a god for a long time, and for the first time he was frightened physically and mentally, and he could not calm down the fear in his heart for a long time.

Qingle asked with concern: "Little friend, are you alright?"

"I am fine."

Quan Ying pressed her chest and spat out blood.It turned out that except for Yuxian who reacted quickly, the rest of the people fell into the water.Some of the half-grown young monks are proficient in water and have already got rid of the ghost's hand. They stand on the sword like Qingle, helping their companions who are still in the water to climb up with the sword in their arms.

The stormy waves in the sea of ​​blood were even more dangerous than before.The flames on the sea will not be extinguished, and many have been swallowed by the waves.

He muttered to himself: "Damn it, I didn't make any mistakes to anger that ghost just now."

Is it possible that ringing a bell can still sting Song Hui'an's nerves that have been gnawed and riddled with holes?When did Song Hui'an have feud with Lingdang?

He didn't remember it coming out.

"Little friend." Yuxian came with a sword, his face was solemn, and he seemed to be questioning silently.

Quan Ying hurriedly shook her head and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't look at me, I don't know why! Logically speaking, it is a ghost that has been trapped, and it will not attack people at will."

But Qingle exclaimed: "Oops, Zishu is gone!"

After everyone heard this, they hurriedly searched for the handsome young man in white clothes.

"Zi Shu, Zi Shu, please promise!"

"Zi Shu is not with me!"

"I didn't see him either!"

The only response to them was the sound of the waves.

Suddenly, an ominous omen appeared in everyone's mind.They raised their heads in unison.

The black vortex that is trying to suck the ghost servant hangs in the air, like eyes staring at food.

"Brother, brother misses you very much. It's been a long time since you've gained weight and your face is full of flesh. Which palace lady gave you a small stove? She took such good care of you, and my brother will definitely reward her in return. .”

The liquid like teardrops hit his face intermittently, wetting his face.

That is blood.

When the ghost's slippery and soft cold hands stroked his cheeks and facial features back and forth, all the hairs on his face stood up.

For a moment, he even lost the instinct to breathe.

The ghost didn't notice his strangeness at all, and said in a rambling manner: "Are you also of marriageable age? Has your elder brother found some suitable candidates for you? Or is there someone you like?"

He didn't dare to speak, he only thought that he defaulted to "no", and suddenly raised his voice and said angrily: "I'll ask him to settle the score later! He doesn't think about himself, dare to neglect my precious brother? Brother, you Don't be wronged, brother will definitely vent your anger on you. Look at you, how handsome you are, a handsome young man with fresh clothes and angry horses. If I were a girl, I would wish to marry you."

The ghost hugged his head, and fell into the ecstasy of reunion. His soft voice was full of love and joy, and then inserted his five fingers into his somewhat messy hair, combing his hair gently, for fear of hurting him.

Cold hands touched his scalp, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Brother, brother, are you hungry?" "

"Eat when you're hungry. My brother is looking forward to your coming every day. My brother has prepared your favorite hoof with scallion and jade dew sauce."

The ghost couldn't help but pinch his chin to force him to open his mouth,

"...Woo--! Woo-woo!"

Suddenly something was stuffed into his mouth.

The delicate skin, separated five fingers, and moderately soft and hard nails with a little dirt in the gaps all told him what it was.It happened that the ghost was like the kind old grandmother in his family when he was not in the fairy gate, wishing to feed all the delicious food into his belly.

The ghost grabbed the end of the severed hand and smashed it down his throat. The fingers and nails of the severed hand pressed against the entrance of his throat, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Woo! Woo!"

He struggled to get up, only to let out a vague shen. Yin and nasal.The ghost's strength is frighteningly strong, let him rest on his lap, and press his right shoulder with one hand, it is like a thousand tripods weighing heavily on him, making him breathless.

"Hey, is the hoof not tasty? You don't like it?"

The ghost sighed desolately: "It's because my younger brother has grown up and likes to eat other things, it's because my brother was negligent." He pulled out the severed hand that had been forced into Zishu's mouth.

After a rustling sound, he picked up another object.

"Brother, open your mouth and eat meat."

The tip of his tongue was covered with a piece of slippery soft flesh, with a layer of mucus, and the residual warmth was still there.

"Come on brother, open your mouth, ah—"

The ghost said softly, pinched his fingers pinching his cheeks, and closed his mouth.

He was forced to take the piece of soft meat completely into his mouth.

That is a human tongue.

He couldn't bear the ghost's caring tenderness any longer, rolled his eyes, and passed out.