Demon Concubine Yutian

4902--Andrew Ye Luo vs Shangzangzhen
Seeing Ye Luo who suddenly appeared, Zang Zhen stood up in disbelief, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and was broken into pieces.

"I knew it, that little bitch Zangyou saved you! You didn't even escape!"

Zang Zhen said sharply, "It's just right to send it up. Today, I will let this lady settle the grievances with you personally!"

She is the second-level mad martial god, and Ye Luo is only the seventh-level mad martial saint.

Die!
Zang Zhen's eyes were fierce, and he rushed towards Ye Luo.

Ye Luo calmly put the millennium flute to his mouth and blew the first note.

Suddenly, Zang Zhen's eyes paled.

Water-like darkness rushed towards her from all directions, and with the melodious sound of the flute, the darkness completely surrounded her.

There is no light above the head, and the ground cannot be stepped on. There is only the sound of the flute outside the black curtain, and the devilish laughter that comes from nowhere.

"Ye Luo, what the hell are you doing? What is this?"

Being shrouded in it, Zang Zhen was angry and panicked.

She is a majestic second-level Valkyrie, and she didn't even touch Ye Luo's clothes, so she was locked in this strange space. If it gets out, how can she maintain her image as a collector?

Damn it, she insisted on tearing Ye Luo into pieces!
How could Ye Luo give her this chance.

The sound of the flute is melodious but ethereal, making people unpredictable. With the flow of the tone, it condenses into the source of fear of black air. Together with the sound of the flute, it quietly invades Zang Zhen's soul sea.

And Zang Zhen didn't know it.

She only knew that no matter how many moves she used, she couldn't break the illusion set by Ye Luo. The boundless darkness was like a tide, wrapping her tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape, on the verge of suffocation.

How could this be?
Is she going to die here?

Fear penetrated into his bones bit by bit.

Zang Zhen's eyes began to show panic, and the madness hit the illusion one after another, like a mud cow entering the sea without a sound.

And the unbridled laughter in the illusion, to Zang Zhen's ears now, is like a urging talisman, making her have a splitting headache from laughing.

"Stop laughing, stop laughing!"

No matter how she roared or begged, nothing changed. Slowly, hallucinations appeared in front of Zang Zhen's eyes. Countless people and things flashed in front of her eyes, and finally, everything turned into a single figure.

It was a woman in white clothes. She stood there stiffly, with both hands raised, her fingertips were bare, there was no nails, only traces of blood coagulation.

What's even more frightening is that the place where the woman's eyes are is hollow, without eyeballs, only gurgling blood, bright red and glaring.

The woman opened her mouth, obviously she had no tongue, but she could hear her weeping voice echoing continuously, "Miss Zang, you are so cruel, why did you kill me?"

"what!!!"

Zang Zhen suddenly screamed.

She remembered this man.

This woman is a little maid who served her father a long time ago.

The little maid was only a few years older than her, and her father, who was also the owner of the Tibetan family, treated her very well, as if treating her like another daughter, which made her very jealous.

When she was seven years old, because this maid interrupted her when she was talking to her father, she took advantage of her father's absence and ordered someone to catch her and pull off her fingernails one by one.

And this servant girl even cried and said that she wanted to sue her father.

(End of this chapter)