I save the world with a knife

Chapter 92

"Girl, girl, no, senior..." Liu Le clenched the sword tightly in his hand and shouted in a trembling voice.

The woman sitting upright turned her head slightly, her hijab shaking slightly.
She is like a bride looking forward to the groom's arrival, with infinite beauty in her arms.

But the smell of blood in the room was strong and pungent, the bride's chest and back were oozing with blood, the scarlet blood stained the wedding dress dark, and blood dripped slowly from the hijab.

She was sitting on the wedding bed with her back straight, holding a pot of fresh and brilliant daffodils in her hand.

Liu Le leaned against the door, which gave him a sense of security.

He called again: "Senior."

The bride on the bed suddenly moved, and the next moment, the bride in her wedding dress was standing in front of Liu Le, with her long and slender nails inserted into his chest.

He only felt a pain in his chest, and his eyes turned black.Some of the smell of blood in the room came from the bride, and some came from him. It was so strong that it made people want to vomit.

The hanging red silk was rattling by the cold wind, and the white mist in the room rose from the ground, and if it went up, it would freeze his heart.

Enduring the pain, he raised his sword and stabbed at the bride with difficulty.

The sword easily pierced through the bride's heart, but the bride kept moving and took a step forward, letting the long sword cut her body again without fear.

Liu Le's face changed drastically, and he could feel that the place pierced by the sword felt wrong.

It was not a stabbing sensation in the flesh, but a light hollowness piercing the air.

He moved his body and wanted to escape, but it was too late.As soon as the finger inserted into his chest was hard, there was a 'poof' sound.

Liu Le knew that his heart was crushed.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lifelessness spread.

He couldn't survive.

With trembling hands, he weakly took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.After feeling the strength in his body, he took out the sword talisman that was treasured on his body, and threw it at the bride.

The sword talisman exploded, and countless powerful sword qi raged, messing up the new house.

The aftermath of the sword energy raised countless dust, even blowing off the bride's hijab.

It was only then that Liu Le discovered that the bride was stabbed by countless people and was still unscathed.

She kept her eyes tightly closed, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from her face.

When the eyelashes of the tricky bride trembled slightly, he trembled, immediately turned and opened the door, raised his hand and threw out the photo stone that he had been carrying all along, and shouted hoarsely: "Run! Run!"

With a sound of '嗤', the Wen family brothers who had already run three feet away after receiving the picture stone turned around and saw a bruised palm with black nails piercing through Liu Le's abdomen.

They showed a look of fear, and exhausted all their strength to escape from the valley and escape from this white mist.

The valley fell silent again.

The bride who had just killed someone stopped at the door and did not go out. The wind lifted her long hair, revealing the gentle and beautiful face of the weedel.

Her eyelids moved slightly, she 'looked' at the corpse on the ground, then 'looked' at the blood on her hands, her face twitched.

I sincerely sigh #人计不住天计#.

She said sadly to herself: "Ayin, I didn't expect you and me to be separated forever and never see each other again. How cruel fate treats us..."

A faint cold wind blew, and her loose black hair immediately covered her face.

Veratrum: ...

Cough, nothing happened just now.

She propped her chin as if nothing had happened, her brows were a little worried.

The original script was still laying the groundwork, and the protagonist died first.

Immediately afterwards, she thought that after the death of Veratility, she needed to change the script again, focusing on the original body, such as changing "The Infatuated Luthier and His Poor Double Lover" to "After reincarnation and amnesia, the ex-fiancé cremated". In other words, the main body expresses the deep sadomasochistic relationship with the luthier.

Who knows that the outline has not yet started, the world has given her a big surprise.The style of the painting changed sharply, and the dead incarnation of hellebore appeared in another existence, becoming a ghost bound in the Longevity Valley.

Heatweed's original memory has disappeared, only the obsession that he can't forget even if he dies - waiting for his sweetheart to return and marry him.

The Changsheng Valley has indeed been buried, and the reappearing Changsheng Valley is controlled by the power of the ghost itself, which can be called her ghost.

Within the scope of the Longevity Valley, she controls a rule of absolute killing - anyone who does not knock on the door will die.

This door is not only the door that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the valley, but also the door of her new house.

This is her rule of killing. Only by being polite and knocking on the door can one avoid death, otherwise she will not be able to survive if she escapes from the Longevity Valley.

This is a kind of rule power. If you touch my taboo, you will die without a doubt. It is unreasonable and terrifyingly strong.

It was only after Rong Xian regained control of this body that she realized that this unreasonable rule restricted the intruder, and it also restricted her.

She had to kill the intruders and take their souls, but there was no time limit.

Rong Xian: Yoho, the way of heaven gave it to people (Leziren is ecstatic).

Even if the purpose of this move is to force her to work overtime, it can't change her happiness of receiving the script.

She squinted her eyes and thought, this identity is probably not a ghost, this world is a fairy world with aura to cultivate, monks have consciousness, soul and reincarnation, but there is no ghost cultivation.

Her special is only one example, unique.

The spiritual consciousness that should have been taken back with the trend stayed back, and it was hard to be a ghost, but it was strange.

The weirdness is almost incomprehensible, it does not know how to form, it cannot be removed, it can only be blocked.

As for the movable weirdness of the Longevity Valley, it can only be blocked after discovery, so that people will not die for no reason.

When it is not visible on weekdays, the Longevity Valley will be hidden in a shadow or white mist.

Rong Xian hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes, to restore her eyes temporarily.

She raised her eyes and looked around again. The originally festive Changsheng Valley was dilapidated and in ruins.The candles in the wedding room dimmed and turned into ordinary furniture.

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she sat on the marriage bed again with a step forward.The red hijab covered her head, and she was still holding the pot of daffodils in her hand.

In the long dead silence, waiting for the next wave of intruders.

Don't you just not be human?
She can definitely act well and harvest a lot of energy.

At this time, Yu Ximo Kongshan.

The swordsman and the disease doctor had already rushed to the luthier's side, and the two stood vigilantly three feet behind the luthier, ensuring that if the luthier made any changes, they would be knocked down as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, the luthier just played the piano quietly, even though the style of the music was a bit darker, he was quiet and well-behaved.

Just when the disease doctor was about to step forward to check on his condition, the luthier flickered and flew back to the wooden house with Jiaoweiqin in his arms.

The two quickly chased after him, lest the luthier would go crazy where they couldn't see.

In the room, the luthier sat at the desk, holding a brush in his hand, and quickly wrote a line of words on the paper - "After admitting the wrong person, Li Gui's wife squatted on my bedside every night and waited for me to die on the spot to pay homage".

Although the name is stinky, long and bloody, but the meaning is clear at a glance, this script should be fine.

The main body needs to be recalculated, so let's wait for the main body to grow up.

Otherwise, the reputation of the luthier is really hopeless (Zhen Sheng).

The luthier pondered for a while, and felt that it could be done, so he breathed a sigh of relief, smashed the paper, and looked slightly sideways at the swordsman and the doctor.

His beautiful dark eyes smiled at the two of them, the smile was so perfect that it looked like a dummy, which made people subconsciously feel a bit of indescribable discomfort.

But the two breathed a sigh of relief, such a luthier is a normal luthier.

The luthier's voice was gentle and elegant, as if he was a princely prince, but his words were extremely domineering and sharp: "I haven't seen you for a day, have you two forgotten what etiquette is?"

"It's really rude to break into the home of a sick and poor luthier with such viciousness and arrogance."

The swordsman blushed: "We are also worried about you, who knows why you went crazy today, playing such a song from the underworld."

The luthier raised his hand to hold the brush higher, his eyebrows were handsome and elegant, and he said with a chuckle, "Oh? Even if you're worried, it's not a reason for you to judge the music you're playing."

He stood up and looked at the two condescendingly, with a gentle and perfect tone: "Now, it's time for me to teach the rude guest a lesson."

Zheng~
The writing brush was put on hold at some point, and the sound of the piano sounded in the room.

Swish, swish, the strings run through the room with the luthier as the center, enveloping the two of them tightly like a spider web, like dying prey.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and flicked lightly on the strings, and the strings that caught the swordsman and the disease doctor trembled almost inaudibly.It was at this trembling time that dense cut marks appeared on the two of them, as if they were caught in a fishing net and cut along the line marks with a knife.

The pleasant sound of the piano sounded again, and the strings all over the room seemed to melt into the air and disappear.

Only then did the swordsman and the disease doctor realize that they were still alive!

The moment ecstasy poured into his heart, the pain from the wound on his body flooded into his brain.

Fortunately, both of them have gone through life and death experiences, so they didn't shout out in embarrassment.

With trembling hands, the disease doctor took out a healing pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and threw another one to the swordsman. After the pill entered, the tide-like pain disappeared, and the wounds on his body healed instantly, leaving only tattered Clothes and blood.

After they recovered from their injuries, they looked at each other with pale faces, and they could all see the shock and fear in each other's eyes.

The violinist is stronger.

But they didn't dare to complain or even question the luthier's cultivation. Since the luthier became half-mad, they tacitly avoided touching the luthier's thunder point.

For example, we must be polite, polite, polite!

Otherwise, he would definitely be beaten to death by the luthier.

Those disciples who innocently sent messages, sent meals, and sent resources... are a lesson from the past.

Their bones are still alive until now.

After a little lesson for the two of them, the luthier seemed to be in a much better mood.There was a slight joy between his brows, the corners of his mouth raised gracefully and perfectly, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Now we can have a good talk, rude guest."

"What's your cultivation level now?" the swordsman stared at the luthier with burning eyes and asked.

The luthier looked a little tired but couldn't hide his elegant demeanor. He sat Shi Shiran on the chair with Jiaoweiqin in his arms, and frowned slightly: "It's not a smart person's way to unscrupulously inquire about seniors who are stronger than you."

With a polite posture, he warned in a gentle voice: "Suppress your curiosity, swordsman. This is my advice as a half master."

The swordsman shut his mouth tightly and didn't dare to make a sound. The luthier would only put on a show when he was normal. Is it because he has a quirk that he will die if he is rude?
What's more, talking around the bush is like guessing riddles, it's just too muddled.

Apart from being good-looking and talented, does he have any other advantages?

The swordsman answered himself loudly in his heart, no!He didn't! !
The luthier seemed to be aware of what he was thinking, and took the time to glance at him, with a low and slow voice: "Don't scold me in your heart, I can tell."

swordsman:"……"

Can you still have a little freedom as a human being!

The disease doctor wiped off his cold sweat and asked tremblingly, "Master Luther Master, are you okay at this moment, is your mind clear?"

The luthier took out a piece of silk cloth and gently cleaned the violin. Hearing this, he smiled slightly and said, "My mind is extremely clear. I'm fine. Thanks to the sick doctor for taking care of me."

Seeing the smile on his lips as standard as measured by a ruler, and the elegant tone of voice, Doctor Ji felt a shudder run down his back.

When did this guy quietly pervert!

After confirming that the luthier got better even if he went crazy before, the doctor was relieved.He turned and left without hesitation, anyway, the flower owner had an explanation.

Now he had to go back to meditate to calm his frightened mind.

He was ordered by the flower master to stay and adjust the body of the luthier, but it does not mean that he is not afraid of life and death, after all, the luthier is a psychopath.

After the disease doctor left, the luthier's deep eyes fell on the swordsman, and the corners of his mouth curled up as if nothing had happened, showing a perfectly curved smile: "Do you have anything else to do?"

The swordsman was so heartbroken by this smile, he jumped wildly, his face turned pale instantly, and he had the illusion of being pierced through the head by the strings of the zither.

"I, I'm fine."

There was no need for the luthier to chase away the guests, he turned around and ran away consciously.

After there were no outsiders in the house, the luthier turned his head to look outside. The rain curtain all over the sky blocked his sight. The tree shadows in the distance merged with the rocks, and the two stone houses next door were like shadows spread by the tree shadows.

He raised his palm, and a crystal narcissus flower with rain and dew condensed in the palm.Soon, blood oozes from the daffodil, gradually withering and decaying.

After the narcissus petals, his figure merged into the shadow of the room, and the invisible shadow enveloped him, and he smiled with an unpredictable expression.

Now it's not time for the luthier to appear in front of people, he lives in Mokong Mountain, and his majestic and crazy name is extolled in Sifang City.Fortunately, Huazhu was considering not to reunite, so he limited the news to Sifang City and did not spread it. Otherwise, the old people in other domains knew that his general was crazy, and they might not know how to laugh at him.

Generally, he is the only one who laughs at others, and there is no chance for others to laugh at him.Impossible, stop dreaming.

The flower owner resolutely rejects such disgraceful things.

It's one thing for him to love to watch the excitement and gossip, but it's another thing to be a talking point in the eyes of others. The double standard is touching.

His spiritual sense found that the luthier had calmed down, so he was relieved—huh?

It's too early to breathe, what happened to the luthier's weird and scalp-numbing smile at the end?

Crazier?

(End of this chapter)