[Comprehensive] She is from hell

Around the blood pool, several vampires were complaining dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, the buffet you provide here is human blood, right? Why is there blood with a strange smell here now? What is going on with this rotten smell? Has anyone come here? Solve the problem?!"

The hazy car was parked on the bank of the blood pool, and the vampires each had a glazed cup, looking very picky about the ingredients.

Jing Jiang walked up to the vampires with her sword on her back, and bowed slightly.

"Huh? Are you the person in charge?"

Someone spoke the unsmooth tongue-rolling Fusang dialect, which made it very difficult for Jingjiang, whose foreign language level did not cover the dialect, to listen: "You, Xuechi, adulterated, not human blood!"

Jing Jiang: "..."

She took two steps forward, stretched out a finger and dipped it into the pool of blood, hesitated again and again, but still didn't put it into her mouth.

He leaned close to his nose and sniffed. The smell of blood filled his mouth, and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or an animal.

In fact, even among ghosts, there are not many who can specifically distinguish between blood types and species differences.Therefore, the vampires who are quite sensitive to such issues see the scene is a human with a "are you kidding me" expression, as if they are the malicious customers who deliberately make trouble .

Tolerable or unbearable.

The voice of protest was the first to come to mind, and the words were so familiar that it made Jingjiang's ears cocoon: "A mere human! Maybe it's the afternoon tea brought over for extra meals!"

"That's right, what's the point with human beings?"

"It's obviously just an extra meal, so there's nothing to be arrogant about."

Forcibly labeled as arrogant, Jingjiang didn't even say a word: "..."

The jailer next to him held up an umbrella for himself very skillfully.

The blood in the blood pool splashed out under the inexhaustible force of the blow.

……

"Sorry, we should drink civilly."

A group of vampires who were sitting were speaking proficient English: "But today this blood really has other flavors in it."

On the contrary, the local mandarin is easier to understand than the awkward Dongying dialect. After feeling that it is really important to make up for the language of other countries, Jingjiang finally figured out what was going on—I am afraid that he was not killed by King Douya before. The monster blood was mixed in, which caused this group of picky vampires to taste the difference of the blood pool.

"...Then the next time you come, it will be half price."

After quickly calming down the noisy vampires, Jingjiang boarded the obscurity car again, and explained in earnest that he wanted to go to the recently born Fengxue.

"In this case, my lord, why didn't you say it earlier."

Oboroche looked extremely aggrieved.

"...As soon as I came up, you started the car directly. I thought you could read minds or something."

Jingjiang also felt very embarrassed about this oolong.

"Lord Executive Officer."

Oboroche explained rather helplessly: "Reading the voice of the heart, especially the voice of a creature with a complex soul like a human being, is something that even a big monster can hardly do. Even the famous Daji-sama can only do it. It’s just that she can make guesses and judgments more accurately, but she can’t even boast that she can read people’s hearts.”

Mr. Jingjiang is strong and strong, and his ability to handle affairs is also very good, but is it really because he is a living person?The understanding of the Hidden World is too thin—— Oboro thought while driving steadily.

Human beings are such special beings.Weak but tough, with a slender and complex spirit, it is such a creature that can hatch gods from prayers.

The wind hole is close at hand.

Originally, Jingjiang thought that he would see a spectacular scene such as space tearing, but in fact, the edge of the wind cave was very well controlled by the jailers and onmyojis who came to maintain order—the edge was neatly surrounded by Shimenawa. The circle distinguishes the area affected by the wind hole from the normal hell range.The inside of the barrier built by Shimenawawa is empty, and it is said that no matter in this world or in the next world, enough emergency measures have been taken.

"Master Jingjiang."

The leading Onmyoji nodded slightly at Jingjiang.

The origin of Taoism (Taoli□□) in the Central Plains and Onmyoji are interlinked. When Jingjiang is rarely free, Jingjiang also has some intersections with these Onmyojis who are jumping back and forth between this world and the next world.

"It's the only place, right?"

The girl looked at the sealed shimenawa rope, lifted the knotted end and was about to step over.

"Ah, yes."

The leading onmyoji replied: "After you cross this wind cave and go to the present world, we will directly seal this wind cave. After capturing the escaped dead, please find another way to return to hell."

It's not a problem if the wind point is always open. Although it will naturally shrink or even disappear if it is left alone, it is obviously not as convenient as letting a professional onmyoji handle it.

"understood."

Jing Jiang nodded: "How many did you run?"

The jailer next to him immediately said: "A total of eleven dead people came to the present world through the wind hole."

Not many, compared with the number of dead in the entire hell, it can be said to be almost negligible. It seems that the main thing to pay attention to this time is to prevent the negative impact of the dead on the present world.

"Then, I will go to the present world now."

A barrier of internal force condensed emerged around Jingjiang, and the aura effect of sitting and forgetting self surrounded the whole body, surrounding him like a deep river.

"I wish you a prosperous martial arts."

Beyond the barrier formed by Shimenawawa, the jailer bowed deeply.

The feeling of returning to the present world is inexplicably nostalgic.

Ever since she discovered that her age had stopped growing, Jingjiang began to subconsciously reduce the connection between herself and her relatives and friends. Before she knew it, she seemed to have stepped into another world separated by a layer of mist.Traveled to every part of the Central Plains, paid homage to all major sects other than Chunyang, once entered the world and forcibly broke into the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor and the Huaqing Palace, and followed several clues to the vast grasslands of the Northland.

Forging fate with others intermittently, but it is fleeting like the dew in autumn.Walking in the rivers and lakes is involuntary on the one hand, and on the other hand, Jingjiang also does not very much hope that one day he will see his deep-rooted friends with gray temples heading towards death.

Time has carved traces on everything in the world, except for one person.

In the end, the identity that had not been deliberately concealed was recognized by the Qinglian Sword Immortal.

"A few years ago, I asked you to deliver a letter for me."

That Mr. Taibai didn't show too much surprise.People who live to this age can always be a little more calm than young people.

"But you didn't come here to catch up with me, did you?"

The three Qinglianzi swords emitted a scorching sword light, and the Qinglian Nine Styles were so powerful that even if she wanted to ask for advice, Jingjiang still felt a chill down her spine as she held the swords in front of her.

She didn't even think about winning, she just thought it would be a gain if she could win a few tricks under that man.

However, the ending was much better than expected.

"Xiaoyou—probably based on your real age, you shouldn't be called Xiaoyou anymore."

At the end of the trial, many chivalrous men who came to ask for advice dispersed, and there were only two people left on the sword-testing platform in Huayue Garden.

"I have a sword here, maybe it is more suitable for you."