long night walk

Chapter 278 Baili... Immortal?
A sneer appeared on Fang Geyu's face, she kept walking towards the direction of the female corpse's escape when she was disobedient to the long sword in her palm.

The slender fingertips slowly stroked the sapphire sapphire at the end of the hilt, and then held the hilt firmly.

The sword is scabbard an inch!
The sky is frost and the earth is white, and the whole city is murdered!

Whether it was the walking corpses in the courtyard who were madly fleeing towards the land behind the Yin Si, or the black bloodstains left on the ground, they were instantly strangled by the invisible and terrifying sword intent invaded from all directions into a cloud of blue smoke, scattered across the world like a dream. between.

"If you want to get out of the sheath, then I'll help you out." Fang Ge's sneer was still on his face, and his eyes were deep: "After all, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."

The strange and powerful sword in the palm of his hand stopped shaking and arguing, and became quiet.

The blade of the sword, which was an inch out of its sheath, reflected the ink-like night, emitting a cold and icy light.

Fang Geyu loosened the hilt of the sword, the sword seemed to be full of life, and then sheathed that inch of distance on its own.

The Frost and Cold Sword Intent in the sky gradually dissipated, and Fang Geyu could not stop in her footsteps. She found a basement covered with dry grass next to a heavy stone grinding plate in the west of the deserted house.

The surroundings were stained with mottled black blood, and the two iron gates between the earth were hidden, and the bottom exuded a deep darkness and a cold atmosphere.

Fang Geyu didn't stop and went all the way.

The passage in the basement is extremely long and deep. After entering, you will find that it is more like a specially arranged dungeon prison than a basement.

It seemed to be buried in the shady soil, and the smell of rotting coffins that had been soaked in corpse water for a long time wafted in the air, damp and sticky.

There are no candles here, and the front is pitch black.

Fang Geyu took out a fire bag from the Qiankun bag and blew it, and the orange-burning fire was like dispelling the night-like darkness, illuminating the truth ahead.

She saw the female corpse in a red dress curled up in a pool of wet and thick black blood in pain.

It's almost like... feeding on blood all day long.

Her soft and beautiful face was full of red and ugly blood blisters, as if being drenched by hot boiling water, the bright red flesh peeled off layer by layer with the pus and blood, spasming and shrinking in pain.

Different from the thick black blood on her mournful face, the female corpse's lips and teeth were stained with wisps of dark red blood clots.

At this moment, a weak moan with pain came from a corner of the darkness.

Are there still people alive in this barren house?

Fang Geyu frowned slightly, and handed the fire book in his hand, and the fire light illuminated a figure covered in blood.

The man had not yet died, and was entangled between his hands and feet by a ghost chain made of white bones.

The messy black hair was scattered, and the eyebrows could not be seen clearly. The man was wearing a purple sect sword robe, and the sword robe was slightly open, revealing a fair and beautiful neck.

It's just that the neck seems to have been bitten by a hungry dog ​​and torn off a large piece of flesh.

The sleeve between the right wrist seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws, scattered into strips of silk cloth, and the hidden sword originally hidden in the sleeve robe was also contaminated with rust and black mottled, and fell under the front of the body.

Looking at this miserable appearance, if you don't help, I'm afraid it won't last long.

It seemed that he had been imprisoned in the dark for a long time, and the warm light of the fire was a bit piercing.

The bun is tall, the eyebrows are trimmed, the delicate nose, and the red cherry lips are clearly embarrassed and weak, but when the head is raised, the tears are like waves, like peony blooms.

It's actually a very beautiful... woman?
Fang Geyu looked at the clothes on this woman and the scars on her neck that had gnawed away a large piece of flesh and blood. She wondered how the Ten Thousand Dao Xianmeng still had such a tenacious female cultivator?
The female cultivator obviously did not expect that in such a desperate situation, she could really wait for rescue. After all, a barren house is an extraordinary and dangerous place.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cast a very grateful and excited look at Fang Geyu.

As everyone knows, this person has overestimated Fang Geyu's compassion, not to mention that on the first day of entering the city, she suffered the calculations of the Wandao Xianmeng.

At this moment, seeing the people of the Wandao Xianmeng, not to mention that she wants her to be humbled and merciful to help her out.

Fang Geyu seemed to have not seen the tragic appearance of the beautiful lady, and her arrogant gaze swept across her body, so she stopped looking back.

Seeing this situation, you are not here to save people?
The man who was bound by the white bone chain suddenly became anxious, and hurriedly reported to his family: "I am the Baili Xianxian of the Wandao Xianmeng. If I can get the girl to save me today, I would like to repay you with a heavy reward!"

Fang Geyu couldn't bear the slightest bit of temperament for the so-called heavy reward, she pretended to admire the female corpse and said with a sneer, "I have some skills, the young masters of the Wandao Xianmeng's deputy leaders will all be arrested by you. Here comes, the thing in your mouth was bitten off from Baili Xianxian, right?"

The female corpse was lying on the ground, and the yin energy around her body couldn't stop dispersing and leaking. She said, "I can't die now..."

Fang Geyu smiled, with a rather cold smile: "You are already dead."

The female corpse Hesha raised her bloody eyes, which contained deep hatred: "I still have unfinished grudges!"

Fang Geyu greeted her with a fire certificate, but this time she didn't care about the filth and stench on the female corpse.

She slowly squatted in front of her, took out an ancient oil lamp, lit it, and placed it on the ground.

Then he took out a pot of clear water from the Qiankun Sac, and poured the cold water on the blood-stained cheeks and mouth of the female corpse, washing away the blood on her face and the minced meat in her mouth.

Fang Geyu said lightly, "Put those up, isn't it a good thing?"

The female corpse was stunned for a moment, and then the face filled with resentment suddenly smiled.

The corners of his eyes were pulled down into a curved shape, not the kind of ruthless and indifferent sneer, nor the cruel sneer of ghosts, but a smile that did not resemble ghosts.

This smile dilutes the sternness on her body, and her eyes really seem to have a bit of the innocent and bright shadow of the girl in the coat by the lake back then.

The female corpse Hesha smiled and said, "Aren't you Tao Ziyan?"

How could the lady from a noble family, who had always looked down on her, was so gentle to her.

In fact, she should have known long ago, if it was Tao Ziyan, how could she have been hurt like this.

"What?" Fang Ge raised his eyebrows and said, "Tao Ziyan and Yun Shulang, who knew that you wanted to kill them by all means, are not here, regret that you shot this time?"

The female corpse Hesha trembled with one palm, took the clean water, and carefully cleaned her eyebrows and eyes, she whispered, "I regret it a lot."

　Love rivals appear, congratulations
　　
　
(End of this chapter)