A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

The ghost in the wedding dress glanced at Meng Xianjue, then looked away, pursed her lips, and took half a step back without saying a word.

Cheng Weiwan froze on the spot, tried his best to stop the trembling of his voice, and said, "Ling Siyao, have you found the function of the curse mark on the back of Meng Xianjue's hand?"

Ling Siyao was in the system space, ignoring the big screen full of blood red "error", grabbed a handful of hair irritably, and said a little discouraged: "I directly entered the main system space database to search, I put the correlation degree The highest summed up together."

Ling Siyao hesitated to speak.

Cheng Weiwan stared at him, and said concisely: "Say."

Ling Siyao opened the two pictures, and at the same time, a transparent light curtain appeared in front of Cheng Weiwan's eyes, and only he could see the things on the light curtain.

The two pictures are covered with complex purple spell patterns. Their starting and ending strokes are exactly the same, but they are upside down. However, the effect of the spell is completely different due to this reversal.

Cheng Weiwan vaguely guessed something, he lowered his voice and asked: "Ling Siyao, what effect do these two spells have?"

Ling Siyao hurriedly rummaged through the information, frowned and said: "The one on the left is more common, called the Puppet Talisman, and ghost cultivators use it a lot, and the one on the right, called the Half-Life Talisman, is not common, but because of its real effect It is against the sky, so it has not been cut off, only a few people still know its existence, its function is..."

Just as Ling Siyao was about to speak, when she saw the following sentence, her throat suddenly became choked up, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Cheng Weiwan gritted his teeth: "Read."

"The function is...to share the pain, misfortune and sorrow for the cursed, and at night..."

Cheng Weiwan was about to lose his grip on the sword in his hand, he stood there, unable to turn his head around, a little dazed: "Ling Siyao, how to distinguish these two spells?"

"As you probably know, each spell mark has a crosshair as its central point. There is a wrong writing in these two spells. The wrong writing above the crosshair is the puppet symbol, and the wrong writing below the crosshair is the puppet symbol. The Half-Life Talisman..."

Before Ling Siyao finished speaking, Cheng Weiwan had already lit up the spirit sword and observed the spell on the back of his neck.

Wrong pen, crosshair, wrong pen under the crosshair

——Half-life talisman.

The sword fell to the ground in an instant, and the connection between the spirit sword and its master was severed, and it turned into dots of fluorescent light in an instant, dissipating in the dirty air of the Niangniang Temple.

At this point, Cheng Weiwan understood.

His pain disappeared, all because of this half-life talisman, all his pain was borne by Meng Xianjue.

Ling Siyao's talisman only shielded him from fatigue, muscle soreness after exercise, and pain within the normal range.

But why, the pain from the curse seal of the master and servant disappeared?

Cheng Weiwan turned around suddenly.

He only saw Meng Xianjue standing behind the silver net, holding the net with his left hand and holding a delicate dagger in his right hand.

The dagger is a sharp weapon, not stained with blood, when Cheng Weiwan looked back, there were bright red blood drops falling drop by drop along the arc of the dagger.

Cheng Weiwan's eyes froze for a moment, dizzy.

Meng Xianjue's silver-white clothes were completely smeared with blood, and were about to be dyed an ugly red-black color. Pain and weakness haunted him all the time, but nothing could be seen on his face. He stood quietly. There, blood flowed down his palm, almost staining the net red.

That was the first time Cheng Weiwan saw so much blood.

This amount of bleeding, in the present world, is probably not just the category of "excessive blood loss".

Cheng Weiwan staggered, he pursed his lips, and raised his eyes to look at Meng Xianjue.

There is only one strange thing, he obviously doesn't have any pain anywhere, and his condition is much better than half a month ago, but the strange thing is that every time he takes a step, he feels that his legs are weak, and he doesn't actually fall to the ground at all.

Sensing his gaze, Meng Xianjue raised the corner of his mouth, it looked like a smile, but he was exhausted, he didn't even have the strength to smile, he couldn't hold it back, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his lips became a slightly indifferent line straight line.

Wu Chong was struggling in the net of heaven and earth, he roared and wanted to tear the net that bound him, but the net was tough and hard, and it was born to restrain all "ghosts", ghost cultivators and evil ghosts would be imprisoned Trapped in it, never escaping.

Cheng Weiwan knew that Meng Xianjue had given up the master-servant contract.

Ling Siyao went over the plot for him, and he naturally knew how much the "master" in the master-servant contract would have to pay if he wanted to terminate the contract.

Cutting flesh and grinding bones, enduring the painful grind, feeling the blood loss from my body bit by bit, and feeling my body temperature gradually dropping.

This kind of pain can't be covered up by spiritual power, ghost energy can't be covered up, and the extra cold dagger in the body is refreshing the sense of existence all the time.

Meng Xianjue's eyes were a little out of focus, but he still aimed his slightly empty eyes at Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan walked up to Meng Xianjue step by step, stopped and looked up.

The air between the two of them is connected, obviously there is only a net between them, but it seems that there is an insurmountable gap between them.

"Does it hurt?" Meng Xianjue followed him all the time, Cheng Weiwan pursed his lips, finally couldn't stand the oppressive and lonely atmosphere, and asked calmly.

Meng Xianjue didn't seem to have the energy to say anything more, he just stood there like a handsome statue, time condensed on his body, and the tenderness in his eyes that Cheng Weiwan couldn't even imagine.

"No pain."

As soon as Meng Xianjue finished speaking, Cheng Weiwan saw the wound on Meng Xianjue's body at a glance.

It was a hideous and terrifying wound.

The flesh turned out, spreading from the armpit to the abdomen. The blood in Meng Xianjue's body was almost drained. The pain of the half-life talisman, the pain of the knife cutting, the pain of grinding the bone, Cheng Weiwan couldn't imagine what Meng Xianjue was enduring. What a crush.

But Meng Xianjue was obviously too weak to stand upright, but he still insisted on telling him that it didn't hurt.

Cheng Weiwan only felt that he was getting more and more confused about Meng Xianjue.

Cheng Weiwan wanted to show his flaws, and Wu Zhong pulled out a hole in the huge net in an instant, and he didn't stop for a moment, obviously his body was corroded by the ghost energy, but he still rushed to the place tenaciously. Meng Xianjue over there.

Meng Xianjue shouted softly: "Wu Zhong, move gently, lest...cause backlash."

Wu Zhong couldn't care about anything, he knelt beside Meng Xianjue, silent, looking at the extremely long wound, at a loss.

Ling Siyao whispered: "Wanwan, I can't save Meng Xianjue."

Cheng Weiwan stared at Meng Xianjue, wondering why Meng Xianjue didn't fall down after so long.

He gives people the illusion that it is like a mountain that will never fall, never collapse.

Cheng Weiwan took another step forward and looked straight into Meng Xianjue's eyes. The two looked at each other without avoiding each other.

"Meng Xianjue, idiot."

Meng Xianjue's eyes sparkled, and his voice was weak and hoarse: "I am."

Cheng Weiwan lowered her eyes: "Even if you seek death yourself, I can't let you die here."

After finishing speaking, he closed the huge net, and the silver light disappeared into everyone's sight. Cheng Weiwan let the ghostly aura spread, grabbed the dagger from Meng Xianjue's hand, and slashed fiercely on his white porcelain arm. Open one.

The thin flesh was fragile and vulnerable, and the blood gushed out immediately without the wrapping of flesh. Cheng Weiwan took a step forward, frowned, pursed his lips and looked at Meng Xianjue stubbornly.

A small thorn pierced into the flesh still hurts, so there is no need to cut it with a knife, let alone Meng Xianjue cut a half-meter-long gash with a dagger...

What is Meng Xianjue trying to do, atonement?

Meng Xianjue's eyes changed slightly, but he couldn't stop him, he could only watch helplessly as Cheng Weiwan approached him step by step, he almost felt the pressure of being on the verge of suffocation...

This is the blood of the red gold beast.

Meng Xianjue was dizzy, his situation had not been alleviated, but he was only worried about whether the person in front of him would be in pain, whether there would be scars, whether he would be dizzy after bleeding so much, whether he would be mixed with the previous serious illness, and whether he would fall The root of the disease that cannot be cured.

Cheng Weiwan brought his bleeding arm in front of Meng Xianjue, and the blood fell on Meng Xianjue's wound bit by bit. Even though the blood of the red gold beast had miraculous effects, Meng Xianjue's injury was indeed too serious, and the red gold blood had little effect , the effect it can play is to stop bleeding.

"You can't save him like this."

A female voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Cheng Weiwan raised his head suddenly.

He saw the ghost in the wedding dress leaning over beside him, looking seriously at the wound on Meng Xianjue's body.

"The surrounding ghosts are arrogant, which will affect his wound healing. Purify first."

Cheng Weiwan hesitated for a moment, and then told Ling Siyao to isolate the ghost energy around him, while he healed Meng Xianjue's wounds, and at the same time channeled spiritual power to Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue finally couldn't hold it any longer, exhausted all his strength, and passed out at the moment when the ghost energy around him was purified.

Wu Chong was eager to protect his master, he supported his master, his eyes fixed on Cheng Weiwan.

Cheng Weiwan pursed her lips and carefully checked Meng Xianjue's condition. In the end, under the combined effect of the red gold blood and various precious medicines, Meng Xianjue was finally able to save his life.

Just need to rest.

Cheng Weiwan got up indifferently, wiped the blood off his arm indiscriminately, was about to leave, when suddenly he felt his sleeve being pulled by something, he paused, and looked back.

Meng Xianjue had already fallen into a coma, but his hand was still very tight, and his blood-stained hand just grabbed Cheng Weiwan's clothes, refusing to let go no matter what.

Wu Chong knelt and sat beside Meng Xianjue, seeing this, he was at a loss.

Cheng Weiwan took another two steps back and squatted down. He stared at Meng Xianjue's face firmly. After confirming that Meng Xianjue had passed out, he covered the back of Meng Xianjue's hand with his right hand and pressed his lips tightly. With mercy, he pulled Meng Xianjue's hand off his sleeve.

He said that after leaving the joint burial coffin, he and Meng Xianjue no longer had half of their relationship.