I save the world with a knife

Chapter 105 Who is this

Mo Yan was eating with a delicious tentacle between his hands, when he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind.

The cold breath was mixed with undeniable malice and murderous intent, and the smell of blood was so strong that it overwhelmed the fresh fragrance of Shiju meat.

Mo Yan rolled on the ground, avoiding the attack of long hair floating in the air, and stuffed the meat in his hand into his mouth.

He saw that the black hair stuck into the pot like a hard long stick, piercing the pot into pieces, spilling the meat and soup all over the floor.

my meat...

A trace of regret and anger flashed in Mo Yan's eyes, as if he was very dissatisfied that his good meal had been ruined.

Without further ado, he raised his hand and made a tactic, and countless sword shadows descended from the sky with a majestic and majestic murderous intent, even cutting the red candle and the word "囍" into pieces, and piercing into the body behind him mercilessly.

Unforgivable!

But at this time, Mo Yan, who was not too harsh, raised his head and looked at the target of beheading with those eyes that looked like the first snow in the cold winter.

With just one glance, he was immediately stunned.

With a red hijab on her head, the bride in a red wedding dress is holding a red square handkerchief in her hand, her hands are folded on her abdomen, her posture is elegant and dignified, as if she is expecting the groom to come.

The premise is to ignore the dripping blood on the hijab, the strong smell of blood, and the hands with long black nails.

She just stood there, gusts of cold wind whistling past, bringing a barren and cold, thick darkness and decaying atmosphere everywhere she passed.

Where she stands, in the boundary where her body is in contact with the air, there are strange and twisted stewardesses, depraved, withered, fearful, cold...

This is not what a living person should do!

This information suddenly popped up in Mo Yan's mind.

The bride did not breathe, did not have the vitality of a human being, and the strong smell of blood on her body did not cover up the cold and dead air.

—she was long dead.

What's more, the move he used just now was to turn the sword into gas, and nearly dozens of long swords pierced the bride's body.But the bride still stood where she was, and even the punctured red wedding dress returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Even the hijab on top of his head was still dripping with blood.

The difference was that the blood dripping from the hijab gathered at her feet and soon formed a small puddle.

A blood-red vortex rose up in the puddle, and ghost hands wailed and grabbed Mo Yan, threatening to drag him into the bloody water, tasting the boundless hell and darkness in the bloody sea, and being watered by resentment and unwillingness.

Mo Yan raised his hand and threw a large ball of flames onto the bloody water. The piercing sound was extremely ear-piercing, as well as the stench of burning blood and the screams of the ghost hands were extremely shrill, and they scattered in all directions.

As time goes by, it gradually disappears.

After all the sound disappeared, the flame also went out.

Mo Yan looked down, his expression changed drastically.

He saw pale grimaces staring at him at the place where the puddle turned out to be.

There was only the slow hostility and shocking greed in the whites of the eyes, as if yearning for his flesh and blood.

Mo Yan's face changed slightly, and he also realized the strangeness of this valley and its owner.

Can't kill, can't dissolve.

As the bride approached, a sense of panic rose from the soles of her feet and rushed straight to her head.

That is the fear of death.

Mo Yan's expression became serious, and he didn't hold back for a while, and the supernatural power 'Tianqing' was also used.

Tianqing's supernatural powers are formed by comprehending the rules. After making a move, it is as if the sky is falling, and the unparalleled coercion and mighty power are suppressed, making people unable to retreat. They can only be crushed to pieces by this powerful force.

After Mo Yan made a move, the veratura didn't move.

Although Trash Tiandao only gave her the power of a rule for her dead identity, she really couldn't be killed, but could only be restrained or swallowed by the opposite rule.

Since he is immortal, he can only frighten people into working hard.

It's just that the monk who broke into the Longevity Valley for the second time was actually a stubble and did not take an unusual path.

Not only is his cultivation high, but he also eats and drinks in the valley!

The hellebore is very dissatisfied, that is the great mountain guardian monster that I worked so hard to capture from the sea of ​​ice and transform, you are just such a pot of stew! !

Kind of!

If you don't let you go out crying, it seems that my master can't entertain guests.

wait.

Under Mo Yan's heavy and vigilant eyes, she moved and raised her head to look at Mo Yan.

Following her movements, the entire Longevity Valley seemed to come alive.

The paper ashes flying all over the sky disappeared, and those depressing red silk and satin and the Chinese character "囍" also disappeared.

The sound of gurgling water can be heard, and the whole valley is lush and full of birds and flowers.

The erratic sound of the piano gradually approached, and Mo Yan looked sideways, and saw a young man in white robes playing the piano by the small river surrounding the yard.

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth moved, and his voice was hoarse: "This is the past."

No one responded, only the valley is still showing the scene of the past.

In the medicine field not far away, a girl in a green dress bends over to caress the medicinal materials, and occasionally turns her head to meet the young man and smiles.

Mo Yan understood in his heart that they both loved each other deeply.

Occasionally, a patient came to seek medical treatment, and the girl worked tirelessly to take care of her herself.

As the medicine field matured, she began to test the medicine by herself to save more people.

In front of the young man, she maintained a warm smile, but behind her back she fainted from pain due to the impact of the different properties of the herbs.

After she passed out, the young man who thought he didn't know staggered over and wanted to hug her up, but he was afraid of being discovered by her.

The young man's face was in extreme pain, and in the end he could only suppress his impulse, and the sitting girl looked at her blankly, with undisguised love and worry in his eyes.

Soon the two left the valley, the young man never appeared again, the girl was still the same as before, but time seemed to have passed for a long time.

Because he saw a clover plant mature in the medicine field.

When the girl and the young man left, the clover had just sprouted.

Clover has the effect of clearing heat and detoxifying, and it is also a blind tonic. It takes at least seven years to mature.

Mo Yan frowned, what happened? The girl and the young man came back alone after seven years of separation.

He continued to look at it, and the girl changed into a long purple dress, looking extravagant and gentle.

There was still a soft light in her eyes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was still so warm, as if time had not brought any change to her.

No, there are still.

Apart from treating illnesses and saving lives, what she did most was to stand outside the courtyard and wait for the young man to return.

Until one day, she came back from gathering herbs and rescued a man in black in the river.

Mo Yan's pupils shrank when he saw the man in black.

The scars and breath on that person's body are undoubtedly not good.

That's a killer.

Sure enough, when the man woke up, he noticed someone appeared and immediately hid with a weapon.

Outside the door, an unsuspecting girl walked in expectantly with a bowl of medicine.

"Don't go there!"

Mo Yan tried to reach out to stop her, but passed through the girl.He tried to stun the killer, but there was nothing he could do, he could only watch the scene in front of him helplessly.

The kind-hearted girl with a beautiful heart pushed open the door, and what greeted her was a sword light piercing her eyes.

She is blind.

Those eyes full of starlight, those eyes that are extremely bright when thinking of the one you love, the eyes that are full of tenderness and tolerance when seeing patients, the eyes that are clear and soft when you are alone...

Never to be seen again.

Mo Yan clenched the sword in his hand, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the killer with anger.

But in the next scene, he was stunned.

Seeing that the killer seemed to realize that the one he hurt was not the target of the mission, but an innocent person, he caught the girl at a loss.

He hurriedly took him back and put him on the bed to take good care of him, and sincerely apologized.

Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat, he didn't kill the girl.

He continued to watch, and the girl didn't blame him.

Her temperament has always been so gentle as water, kind and simple.

While she was recovering from her injuries, she only asked the killer for one thing, which was to give her her wedding dress.

Seemingly because she would never see such a dazzling red again, and as if regretting it, she put on the wedding dress.

But at this moment, an accident came.

The Killer's enemies are at his door.

Mo Yan didn't even see who the enemy was, but only saw the Changsheng Valley turned upside down and buried in the soil.

The medicine fields raised by those girls were mercilessly smashed to the ground and crushed.

He witnessed the girl's death and the killer's painful departure...

After witnessing a heavy rain, the valley reappeared strangely on the ground...

Witnessing the girl who had died long ago opened her eyes, there was no humanity in her eyes, only killing and obsession...

The picture faded like a reflection of the times, and Mo Yan held the sword and looked at the bride in front of him with a complicated expression, it was difficult to feel hostile again for a while.

The ashes of paper appeared again in the darkened sky, and the surroundings were not the messy one at the end of the picture, but neat and orderly, as if the owner was still alive.

But the lingering smell of decay and blood around him was extremely depressing.

She was long dead, decayed with the living valley.

Mo Yan clenched his sword hand tightly, and when he was about to say something, he let out a muffled groan, with a hint of pain in his voice.

His pupils narrowed suddenly, he stared straight at the bride in front of him, and then lowered his head to look at the hand piercing through his chest and clutching his heart tightly, he spat out a big mouthful of blood, he felt it was incredible.

How she got close to him, he didn't notice at all.

There was no sound, no movement, no aura fluctuations, no spatial fluctuations.

It seemed as if he lifted his foot so lightly and crossed time and space, and walked straight to him, pierced his body with a little force, and crushed his heart.

Mo Yan's consciousness gradually disappeared, and he moved his fingers with the last of his strength, and the photo stone that had been hidden on his body was wrapped in a whirlpool and disappeared.

Then, he fell to the ground.

The last thing the eyes saw was a red skirt and the slowly extinguishing candle opposite.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the corpse on the ground stood up, its eyes were empty, and death and depression lingered all over its body.

It identified the downward direction and headed for a certain position.

Under the dim sky, a row of unlit houses stood there.

From a distance, it looks like a horrible tombstone.

Liu Nuankong, who walked in following Elder Mo Yan, tightened his heart, and pinched his fingers unconsciously.

This place is really weird, he was clearly following the elder, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he didn't notice anything unusual.

This thing is very strange.

But even so, Liu Nuankong did not back down.

He wants to see for himself the place where his grandson died.

See for yourself what a murderer looks like!
He walked towards the house with a firm goal, and as he approached, the main house in the middle suddenly lit up with a dim yellow candle.

crunch~
The door opened, as if waiting for his guest to come forward.

Liu Nuankong knew that this was the bride's room.

The room was not too dark, but it was miraculously invisible at first glance, but that oppressive, cold, indifferent and cruel sight locked him firmly, so that he could only move forward, but could not retreat.

At this moment, he still has time to wonder, besides the bride, what other existence could be so terrifying!
Without hesitation, Liu Nuankong stepped forward and stepped into the door.

When he just walked into the room, the door closed with a bang, and several candles were lit, illuminating the dim room.

Liu Nuankong clearly saw the bride sitting on the marriage bed, and the blood slowly oozing from the ground.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of killing people?" Liu Nuankong asked tentatively.

Chenatura stood up, slowly stretched out his right hand and pressed it out of thin air, Liu Nuan was keenly aware of something, and rolled to the right in a flash to hide.

But when he raised his head, he realized that the bride had come to his side.

A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and when he was about to raise his feet to avoid it, he found an irresistible resistance coming from the ground.

He looked down, only to realize that the floor of the room had been covered with a layer of blood water at some point, and ghost hands stretched out from the blood water and grabbed his legs tightly.

Then, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

After Liu Nuankong's body fell down, the blood in the room disappeared.

Weatweed stepped forward lightly, looked down at the corpse through the hijab.

She whispered: "It's really interesting, one of the two people with acceptable cultivation came in as a clone, and the other came in as a substitute."

Although the remaining disciples were honest people with low cultivation bases and obediently came in to die, they all had life-surrogate spells on them.

Even if they all get out alive, it can't change the fact that they died once in the valley.

That said, the rule doesn't make sense.

She didn't want to kill so many people, but whoever let them in wouldn't knock on the door honestly.

If you don't knock on the door and barge in, you will die. This rule really restricts her.

I hope that the main body of the boss who died just now can get a little understanding of this place after receiving the memory, so as not to keep dying.

It doesn't matter if you kill a lot of people, but you can't stand killing her all the time.

It's not a homicidal maniac or a weird hobby.

In this place full of rule power, the corpse lying on the ground quickly stood up.

Without a soul, it's just a living corpse with cultivation.

Being controlled by her or the rules is a handy tool.

Quinoa chuckled—

Ok?
Why do you feel weird.

Why can't I laugh?

She lifted up the red hijab on her head, and took out a glass mirror from her sleeve to take a picture——

"what!"

A scream sounded, completely ignoring the living corpse.

Henna looked in the mirror with the corners of his mouth cracked, and the man with a weird and distorted smile paled in shock.

Who is this?
Who the hell is this! !
　Happy Dragon Boat Festival, everyone wants to eat zongzi, today is a day that has not been frightened by the white lady.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)