The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 47 Found it

There was a little boy who looked about five or six years old squatting beside the woman.

However, there was no childish innocence on this child's face.

There were black holes in his pair of dark pupils.

In the darkness, there was a faint light shining, and his expression looked gloomy and terrifying.

He was crouching down beside a slightly short bush, watering a purple carnivorous wood bone medicine spirit with bright red blood.

Noticing the strangeness of the woman beside him, he wiped the blood from his fingertips.

After standing up, he smiled and asked, "What's the matter? You're so shocked, doesn't it look like you?"

A trace of surprise and surprise gradually appeared on the woman's vicissitudes and gloomy face, "Wait, I want to confirm it again."

She raised her hand hesitantly, and congealed a bloody charm from her heart with spiritual power.

The child beside him raised his head suspiciously, and followed him intently, with a faint premonition in his heart.

The woman's hands gathered her spiritual power excitedly, and she closed her eyes tightly, as if she was sensing something.

Immediately following her movements, a black mist appeared strangely between the gloomy brows.

Suddenly, her pupils opened wide, unable to hide her excitement, and the corners of her cold mouth overflowed with joy, "The taboo of Wang Sheng has appeared!"

Before the words were finished, the blood-red spell suddenly turned into a black-red phantom figure.

Finally, the woman's face was overjoyed, and she exclaimed in surprise: "It has appeared! Finally found it!"

The cold and startling laughter penetrated the surrounding peaks of the Lingmai Grand Canyon.

The sound disturbed the spirit birds in the valley, and they fluttered away one by one.

The woman grinned horribly, a faint light flashed across her vicissitudes face, and there was a sly smile on her face, "Ghost girl, you can't escape!"

She suddenly clenched her right palm, and the blood-red charm turned into smoke and dispersed.

The blood-red spell is the fate of that ghost girl.

It was 15 years ago, when she was wounded and fled to this continent, she ran into a woman with a belly full of blood.

It was obvious that the woman had a stillborn baby in her womb.

She will never forget that the blood-stained woman, even if her life is hanging by a thread, can still get out of her hands.

That woman is very unusual.

However, she was accidentally contaminated with blood from the woman.

I was even more surprised to find the weirdness in this trace of blood.

Who would have expected that the people on the Likong Continent would hide a trace of the taboos of ancient times.

Thinking of this, the woman's face glowed with excitement.

The child curled his lips in disdain, disgusted and ridiculed, "If you delay any longer, if the person runs away, you won't be able to cry."

His sharp eyes narrowed, and he seemed to sigh, "That little brat is hard to deal with."

They had tracked down the person who carried this breath.

A little girl, but extremely difficult to deal with.

It can be seen how terrifying that power is.

The child's face darkened, and a greedy light shone from his black hole-like pupils.

The woman's eyes sharpened, and she scolded angrily: "Boy, don't think I'm really afraid of you, you want that power too, don't you?"

The child raised his eyelids and said quietly, "But your life and death are in my hands."

The woman's vicissitudes of life frowned, her eyes darkened, and she couldn't help clenching her fists under her sleeves.

The child grinned and smiled, as if he didn't care about anything, and said: "Shanwu, if you want to go back to take revenge and restore your face, you should do things for me honestly, otherwise, you understand."

The contemptuous tone poked his heart every inch.

In an instant, Shan Wu's complexion darkened, "Without me, you would never have obtained the taboo of ignorance."

Only she can perceive that aura and tyrannical power.

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Shen Tangluo was walking towards the lake area where Cang Fu Huan Linghua was located.

Suddenly, she paused in her footsteps, and a coldness flashed across her naturally sparkling peach blossom eyes.

As if she had sensed something, she lowered her eyes to look at the black and red mark on her left wrist, feeling a sense of unease in her heart.

(End of this chapter)