Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

Just as he was about to open the door and enter, Wang Sheng felt hesitant, since he wanted to keep a distance from his junior sister, he could no longer enter her boudoir.Just wait at the door honestly.

After waiting for another two sticks of incense, the other disciples in the sect had finished their morning classes, but his junior sister still didn't show any intention of showing her face.

Wang Sheng was anxious, and shouted a few words into the room.

No one responded.

He finally mustered up the courage to push open the door of his junior sister's room.

As soon as she entered, she saw Ruyi's obscene clothes and pants lying on the ground, a strange thing was tightly stuck on her throat, her face was red and purple, her eyes were slightly protruding, and she had already passed out.

Wang Sheng quickly squatted down, trying to pull the thing from Ruyi's neck, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the thing a little bit.It seems to grow on Ruyi's neck.

Wang Sheng took a closer look, and exclaimed, that thing was actually a doll he gave to Ruyi, but for some reason, all the clothes and hair were burned.

Wang Sheng reached out his hand to Ruyi's nose, only to find that his junior sister was not breathing.

He was so anxious that he hugged his junior sister horizontally with both hands, and flew straight to the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain with Yujian.

At this time, probably only Master could save her.

……

Yan Xuanyi was playing the piano, but the prisoner who had calmed down suddenly became manic again.

Not long after, Wangsheng flew towards him, still holding Ruyi in his hand.

He put Ruyi on the ground, knelt down and cried like rain: "Master, save my sister."

Yan Xuanyi immediately hung up his fingers to stop the sound, put down the Nine Yin Xuan, clasped the wishful pulse gate with two fingers, and there was no longer a slight twitch at the wrist.

Yan Xuanyi stared at the thing on Ruyi's neck, frowned, and said, "Nian Zhipuppet!"

Immediately put your hands on it, pinch formulas to cast spells, and recite in a low voice.

After a while, the porcelain thing moved, it opened its small mouth and let out a sharp scream.

Yan Xuanyi grasped the object with five fingers, and then it shattered into countless porcelain slags, and the screaming sound disappeared without a trace.

"You recite the sleeping spell here to guard the prisoner cow, don't stop until I come back." Yan Xuanyi instructed, hugged Ruyi, and flew away.

He returned to Ziwei Palace.Along the way, they told the doormen no matter who they were, they must not enter Ziwei Palace.

He put Ruyi on his couch, and took out the last Qing Lan Dan from the alchemy furnace.

Ruyi was out of breath at this moment, and could no longer swallow.

Yan Xuanyi put the Qing Landan into his mouth, chewed it carefully, then put his mouth to mouth, mixed the pill with his saliva and fed it to Ruyi.

He opened Ruyi's white teeth with his tongue, and sent the perfect pill deep into her throat.

Then light eight Yin lamps, distributed around Ruyi.

These eight lamps are soul-inducing lamps, and only by keeping the lamps can the soul continue.

Not everyone can use the Soul Lamp. It is common sense for people to die and die. Renewing the soul of the dead will cause extremely serious consequences. If the caster has no profound skills, it is very likely that the Soul Lamp will be used. Backlash, you will die in a moment.

Yan Xuanyi took off all his and Ruyi's clothes, sat cross-legged like a lotus, and embraced Ruyi's limp body in his arms.

The cold light rose sharply, and then wisps of blue light passed from Yan Xuanyi's body to Ruyi's body.

To put it bluntly, Ruyi is already a dead person at this moment. Yan Xuanyi fed Qing Landan to keep her body alive, and lighting the lamp was to attract her soul and gather her scattered soul. In the end, the purpose of spending a thousand years of cultivation for her was to unite the soul and flesh, stabilize the soul foundation, and make the two no longer separate.