The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

"Jing Xi!"

Although this monster was ugly in appearance, it was indeed extremely powerful. Ye Ling felt the nerves in his forearm go numb, and he almost couldn't hold the saber in his hand.

The half-headed zombie was separated by Ye Ling's sword-cut corpse. Half of the head hit the ground and rolled down. The thin torso twitched. Little by little will corrode.

Zombies poured in continuously outside the door, and the two of them took a step closer to each other at the same time, almost back to back; from a short distance, Ye Ling could hear the young man's slightly rapid panting.

That move just now consumed too much.

Frowning tightly, Ye Ling slashed his sword to kill the zombies in front of him, while silently observing the angle and position of these monsters flying towards him; Withdrawing back at the same time, the two changed positions in an extremely intimate posture.

This time it was Ye Ling who stood in front of Jing Xi, protecting the young man behind him with a single sword.

"Master..."

"Shh, don't talk." Ye Ling tugged at Jing Xi's sleeves, stood still and held her breath, flicked her fingertips, and the tiny sandstone in her hand hit the door frame with a clang.

As he expected, all the zombies that poured in stopped in their tracks, hunched over and whimpering, as if they were at a loss.

They clearly had eyes, but just now they surrounded Jing Xi and then rushed in all directions. Ye Ling guessed that they had no eyes, but now that they have tried it, these zombies can only judge the enemy's position by sound.

That's fine.

Taking advantage of the monsters' lack of reaction, Ye Ling jumped lightly and landed on the wooden pole of the lantern hanging outside the inn with one foot. His wrist trembled and the sword tip danced. The bushes a few feet away exploded and grass clipped everywhere.

The zombie who hesitated at the door suddenly had a target, turned around and ran towards the bushes in the darkness.

With a smile on her lips, Ye Ling turned around and was about to call Jing Xi, but then her eyebrows twitched,

The young man in the room kept his back to him and stood motionless.

Secretly suspicious in his heart, Ye Ling jumped down from the pole, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, but before he could take a step closer, a powerful aura came suddenly, and Ye Ling, who was not fortified, took three steps back again and again.

Facing the different and surprised gazes, Si Yao nodded reassuringly, then raised his left palm and pushed forward, the door on the right was shattered in two, and the leading zombie with a broken arm was instantly exposed in front of the two of them.

The plan came to light, the zombie with a broken arm roared hoarsely, and a group of zombies in the distance turned around and ran towards them.

A group of ghosts swarmed over, but this time they surrounded the leader. Immediately afterwards, the broken-armed zombie screamed sharply, jumped up under the eyes of Ye Ling and Si Yao, and grabbed Jing Xi's clothes. collar, dragging people away effortlessly.

"Chase!"

Si Yao let out a low cry, like a dragonfly touching water in the air, with a few taps, he caught up with the growing crowd of zombies, swung his sword to kill a circle, and new supplies were added continuously.

The two of them chased hard all the way, never letting the black group in the distance disappear from sight; especially Ye Ling, who was gritting his teeth for the whole time, the gust of wind made his face hurt, and his eyes could hardly be opened.

Si Yao stopped suddenly.

Looking around, they realized that the two had left the town, and unknowingly broke into a desolate and barren land.The desolate smoke and vines here are thick with mist, and you feel like you are alone a few steps away, and you can't see the expression and movements of the other party clearly.

In the haze, Si Yao frowned and said, "The breath of the ghost corpse has disappeared."

As soon as the word "ghost corpse" came out, Ye Ling suddenly realized it. He had read the record of "ghost corpse" in a book a few days ago: According to legend, among the ancient gods and beasts, the soul-eating beasts of the demon clan have been excluded since ancient times. In a fit of rage, the tribe cultivated a kind of kung fu, which relied on absorbing the souls of others to enhance their own cultivation.

The human body whose soul is sucked will not die physically, but will lose consciousness like a walking dead, lose the right to think and act independently, and everything will obey the arrangement of the soul-eating beast.

Presumably, Jing Xi's strange behavior just now was because he was temporarily sucked out of his soul when he was not on guard, and could not control his body.

"Disappeared?"

"To be more precise," Si Yao nodded, "it was intentionally blocked."

Soul-eating beasts are naturally intelligent, and adults even have IQs that are superior to ordinary humans. The owner of the broken-arm zombie just now should be a fairly intelligent soul-eating beast, not only seeing through Ye Ling's abacus, but also

Instead, he counted on him.

In the thick fog, the two groped forward cautiously, walking slowly.Weeds are overgrown all around, and from time to time, there are barbed thorns that stumble my feet.

Compared with Siyao, Ye Ling, who hurried out and forgot to put on his shoes, would suffer much more. He not only had to watch out for ghost corpses around him, but also always pay attention to whether there were thorns under his feet. It was like walking on thin ice.

After walking aimlessly with her head down for a while, Ye Ling felt that this was not the way to go. She raised her head and was about to talk to Si Yao, but found that there was no one beside her.

I don't know when the two separated, let alone where Si Yao went, he was the only one left in the huge open space in a blink of an eye.

"If you don't save him, you won't die."

A strange and deep voice rang in his ears, Ye Ling suddenly stopped, and looked around the deserted place, but there was no one there.

The voice warned him again, "Don't go any further, if he dies, you will be safe."

Ye Ling's face was calm, and his cold voice sounded in the heavy mist, "Who is talking."

"Don't ask who I am, ask your heart, do you really want to save him?"

As soon as the words fell, a hurricane mixed with gravel suddenly hit. Ye Ling was blown by the sand and couldn't open his eyes, so he had to raise his sleeves to cover his face; It's a black wall stone, it feels like the Water Curtain Cave in his hidden bamboo courtyard...

"Why...you tell me why!"

A cry of weeping blood resounded at the end of the confined space. Ye Ling had a guess in his mind, and leaned against the stone wall to the corner, poking his head out cautiously.

The two figures beside the stone slab, Ye Ling, are all too familiar. The "Ye Ling" who is exactly like him is as pale as paper at this time, the loose neckline is grabbed by someone, and there is a familiar sharp knife stuck in the heart. The back of the sword was soaked in blood, and finally disappeared in the black robe.

In the dark and quiet dark room, the man's blue hair was scattered, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, his breathing was hot and rapid, his blood-stained eyes were no longer bright and clear, and he looked absently and helplessly at the young man glaring at him in front of him.

Jing Xi was clutching his black robe almost furiously, her veins were bursting out, her eyes were blood red, her whole body was as tense as a piano string that was about to burst in the next second.

In the suffocating silence, the young man could only hear the young man roaring and questioning "why" over and over again, seemingly endlessly, with distorted and hideous pain and struggle in his expression.

"Ye Ling" twitched and coughed up blood while roaring furiously again and again, clenched his fists and tried to open his eyes wide, his body was already being manipulated like a broken rag doll.As he was dying, he raised his hand with the last bit of strength, as if he wanted to touch something, but in the end he just grabbed a trace of nothingness, and then fell powerlessly to the ground.

Just like that, in the young man's dementia-like hoarseness, was mixed with the last sentence he left to the world: "Xiaoxi, it's the teacher's fault."

The first life of the immortal is noble and pure, but the ending is nothing but a downfall.

The scenery intertwined and overlapped, and in a blink of an eye, the familiar thick fog appeared in front of Ye Ling's eyes again.

Grabbing the fabric on his chest, his chest heaved rapidly; even though he had read the content just now in the original book, he witnessed with his own eyes the impact brought by a few strokes of Bi Huimo, it was too much.

When he saw "Ye Ling" with a knife in his chest, the helplessness and despair, all the physical pain and mental torture seemed to be empathetic, and they reappeared in his own body bit by bit.

"How?" The familiar voice reappeared, "Even if you know it's a doomed outcome, do you still want to give it a try?"

"I do not understand what you are saying."

"You can't lie to me. In fact, you don't want to save him, do you?" The voice chuckled, "You know that you can't escape the fate of being killed, but you can't bear to kill him."

"But you don't need to do anything now, you just need to stay here obediently for an hour. After an hour, that person will be devoured by the soul-eating beast, and he will no longer be able to hurt or harm you," the voice continued to persuade, "You There's nothing wrong with just wanting to live, is there?"

Ye Ling closed her eyes, followed it involuntarily and muttered, "I just want to live, there's nothing wrong with that..."

"Yes, you are not wrong, you just want to live," the voice became softer, and the low and bewitching voice fell on the ear, making people indulge in it unconsciously, "so you just need to stay here obediently for an hour—— "

"Then let me ask you," Ye Ling opened his eyes suddenly, the phoenix eyes were clear and clear, he looked coldly at the void in front of him, his voice was as open and cold as a bamboo in the forest:

"Jing Xi just wants to live, so what's wrong?"

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