I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 67 Murder

In the empty stone room, on the futon in the center, a woman in a snow-green dress sits upright, with her brows closed and her expression calm and calm.

A long sword reached directly between her eyebrows, the sharp point of the sword pierced the skin, and a trace of blood rolled down, winding down along the nose, "tick", fell to the ground and shattered.

The eyes of the woman who was sitting quietly opened suddenly, and the light in her eyes was like a sword, showing her sharpness.

Without waiting for the person with the sword to react, her clothes flew up and she had already retreated to the wall and stood there.

Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand to wipe the stinging wound between his eyebrows. The wet blood stained his fingertips, which was particularly eye-catching.

Flipping his right hand and holding the dagger in front of him, Zhang Zheng cautiously sized up the black-robed figure in front of him.

She almost died under this man's sword!

The cultivation level of the man in black is slightly lower than hers, probably in the early stage of foundation establishment, but his aura is so strong and gloomy that one can't help but feel fearful.

The wide black robe completely covered his whole body, only the hand holding the sword was exposed. It was covered with scars, and the scars were white after healing, all of which were old wounds.

After she woke up, the man in black didn't look very surprised. With the tip of his sword, he slashed at Zhang Zheng with lightning speed.

The three-foot green front pierced the sky, and Wu Qinghong was shivering with fear.

Zhang Zheng jumped up and down like a swimming dragon, avoiding the sharp sword piercing the cold sky and whizzing towards him, the dagger in his hand had a flash of inspiration, and he stabbed the man in black in the head.

"clang--"

When the blades collided, there was a clear clanging sound, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword, the green edge was like a rainbow, dazzling the gods, like a ghost in the forest.

In just three breaths, a hundred moves have been completed.

The dagger returned to his hand in a hurry, Zhang Zheng's eyes were cold and stern, and the vines entwined themselves around the waist and abdomen of the man in black.

Sword flowers danced, the cold light was cold, and the dark green vines split into powder and crumbled.

Zhang Zheng was already lying in front of him, his aura controlled the dagger to stab through the air from the side quickly, and holding a black fire stick in his right hand, he slammed it down.

"Boom-"

The fire stick fell to the ground, the hard ground sank into a big pit, and the sky was full of smoke and dust.The sharp dagger pierced the black robe on his arm, and a line of blood spattered into the air.

A slight fright flickered in the pupils of the man in black under the black robe, he didn't care at all about the deep and visible knife wound, tore the talisman paper, and his figure disappeared suddenly like a storm.

Zhang Zheng retracted the dagger, blood dripped from the tip of the blade, and looked at the place where the man in black disappeared out of thin air, with a solemn expression.

Who is he?

Why kill her?
Zhang Zheng thought for a moment, she had never seen this person before, but she had a sense of familiarity, especially his old wounded hands.

She seemed to have seen such a pair of hands before, but she couldn't remember where she saw them.

Since he couldn't remember it, he put the matter aside for the time being.

Zhang Zheng recalled the inexplicable scene after scene, which was absurd and bizarre, but when he thought about it carefully, he found it extremely reasonable.

Devil, Yi Lanshan, Si Daozong...

Those hazy and dull eyes seemed to be still swaying in front of him, looking at her through the distance between thousands of mountains and rivers, fantasy and reality.

Is this a hallucination?

"Click", a slight sound, attracted Zhang Zheng's attention, and she turned her head to look for the reputation.

The empty stone wall slowly opened a secret passage about the height of a person, the inside was dark and dull, and it was difficult for the spiritual sense to move an inch.

Zhang Zheng hesitated for a moment, and was about to step in cautiously.

A trace of anger suddenly came from the passage, slowly approaching her.

Something is coming!
She hurriedly took a step back, clenched the dagger in her hand, pointed the blade straight at the dark passage, and the aura flowed.

Two figures came out of the dark passage one after the other.

"Senior Sister Lin?"

The three of them were in a daze, and Zhang Zheng was the first to shout in doubt.

"Junior Sister Zhang? Why did we come together?"

Let's have a brief conversation and let's figure out the facts.

It turned out that Lin Xiaoxiao and the two came to this secret passage after passing the Wangchuan River, walked carefully along the way, and saw Zhang Zheng when they came out.

There is no danger here, Yi Lanshan untied the red rope and Qingxin bell and took the mustard seeds, quietly looked at Zhang Zheng quite curiously.

How could this man be so strange?
Noticing Yi Lanshan's sizing up Zhang Zheng, Lin Xiaoxiao laughed softly, raised her hand and introduced, "This is my junior sister, Zhang Zheng."

"Junior Sister Zhang didn't look like this before, but a little accident happened."

Zhang Zheng scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled apologetically.

Yi Lanshan still felt confused, but suppressed the curiosity in his heart, cupped his fists and said: "Zhang Daoyou, I am a disciple of Si Dao Sect—Yi Lanshan."

Distressed!
These three words were like thunder, and Zhang Zheng was stunned for a moment, his heart was surging like a tide, and he couldn't react.

It wasn't until she caught sight of the suspicious and inquiring eyes of the two that she hurriedly withdrew her attention and also bowed in return.

Lin Xiaoxiao put away her suspicions and turned to observe the empty stone room.

she……

I'm in a slump...

Zhang Zheng lowered her head and tapped the ground with her toes slightly. It seemed that there was still a sea of ​​flames under the ground, and the scorching air rushed towards her face in a trance, sweeping her hair.

Yi Lanshan is really curious about her appearance, her hair is like a blue sea, her whole body is crystal blue and translucent, and there is a bloodstain that is about to heal between her eyebrows, like a ghost in the forest in the mundane rumors.

"Wan Sheng."

Zhang Zheng suddenly raised his head, met Shang Yi Lanshan's gaze, and called out his name softly.

"Huh? Who is Wansheng?"

Seeing that she was in a trance, but her eyes were fixed on her, Yi Lanshan subconsciously frowned and asked in doubt.

Zhang Zheng's slightly frowned eyebrows flattened, and he shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just a friend I knew before."

Then she looked at her name?
Yi Lanshan suddenly realized, could it be that she looks somewhat similar to her old acquaintance, no wonder she just looked at her in a daze.

Thinking about it, that old friend is no longer alive, but he is a poor loving person.

"There are many changes in the world. Now that you meet someone similar to her, it's a consolation. Don't be sad."

Zhang Zheng was confused by what she said about pouring beans, and it took a while to realize that she might have misunderstood, so she had to express her thanks with a slightly stiff smile.

……

The water in the dead Huangquan is turbid, the turbid mist is swaying, gathering and dispersing at times, and there are many ghosts walking through.

On the Wangchuan Bridge in Huangquan, a man with half of his face covered by a ghost face walks expressionlessly. The invisible ghosts flee frantically, howling ghosts, screaming and passing through his body.

If an ordinary person wears the body with a soul body, at the least, the mind and soul will be unstable and appear to be lost, and at the most serious, the soul will collapse and there will be no reincarnation.

The ghost-faced man looked calm and showed no signs of discomfort.

As soon as Fang stepped off the Wangchuan Bridge, the man looked up at the cloud and mist ahead, and there stood a woman in ethereal white clothes with a graceful figure.

His stern expression softened for a while, and he called affectionately: "Sister."

The woman turned around, a smile appeared on her elegant and soft face, as gentle as spring breeze, she moved lightly in lotus steps, and walked up to the man.

Rou Yi stroked the blood-soaked wound on the man's arm, feeling the wetness of the blood, and said in a distressed and gentle voice, "Wan Sheng, why are you injured?"

He was wearing a pitch-black robe, the dark color covered the blood from the knife wound, and he couldn't find it if he didn't pay attention.

Being cared by someone who cared, the man unconsciously revealed a look of dependence, and quietly covered the wound with his right hand, "Sister, don't worry, it won't hurt."

The woman pulled his arm a little forcefully, and evenly spread the white greasy powder on the knife wound.

(End of this chapter)