The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 282 Shaoqing's Cruelty, Go To Die
When Qing Moyan walked into the room, she almost didn't recognize that this was the place where they had been eating just now.

There was a black dead air everywhere in the house.

Xiangu was wrapped around her body by a mass of dead energy like a black silk thread, unable to move.

"Help...help me!" She called for help weakly, her eyes lit up when she saw Qing Moyan.

"Help me." She held out her arm to him.

At this time, she can only move her arms.

The dead air rolled around, like an invisible big mouth, wrapping Xiangu inside, as if it could swallow her at any time.

Qing Moyan knew that this was Wraith's last chance for her.

"Do you know why it didn't eat you right away?" Qing Moyan said lightly.

"What... what? What are you talking about?"

"It is the cousin who was killed by you, don't you have anything to say to it?" Even though she knew it was futile, Qing Moyan still asked.

"Ghost, there is a ghost... Hurry up and save me..." Xiangu struggled desperately, trying to get rid of the death energy that bound her.

"This is your last chance." Qing Moyan raised the sword, and the blade that was attached to the three talismans shimmered.

When Death Qi encountered this light, he shrank back, as if extremely frightened.

"Please, kill this ghost quickly, as long as you get me out, let me do whatever you want!"

Because of her words, the black death energy suddenly increased several times.

Qing Moyan twitched her mouth in disdain, her last chance had been lost.

It was obviously her fault, but she never regretted it.

The resentful spirit uttered a mournful howl, and rushed towards Xiangu mixed with death.

Qing Moyan's sword was faster than Death Qi's, the blade pierced out and sank deeply into Xiangu's chest.

"You..." Xiangu looked down at her chest in disbelief.

The gushing blood sprayed Qing Moyan's blade and hands, but he didn't move.

"Why...you want to kill me." Xiangu trembled, if it wasn't because she was entangled in death energy, her whole body would almost collapse on the ground.

"People like you shouldn't be alive at all." Qing Moyan smiled cruelly.

Died with hatred in her heart, Qing Moyan didn't know if she would also turn into a resentful spirit or something.

A woman like her would definitely not be willing to die like this. Whenever possible, she would take revenge. Even if she became a wraith, she would not give up her hatred.

In this case, let her hate me.

Qing Moyan drew out her long sword abruptly, and stabbed into her abdomen again.

"I don't know how many people in this world want to live a good life, but they can't live without death. You play with everyone on the palm of your hand just for your own selfish benefit. This is not your intelligence, but selfishness."

The resentful spirit roared silently, and rushed towards Xiangu again.

But Qing Moyan's sword shimmered again.

Backed away timidly.

Qing Moyan let go of the hilt of the sword, took a step back, took out a handkerchief from her bosom and slowly wiped the blood on her hands.

"You feel that fate is unfair to you, so you will never get real happiness by taking away the happiness of others. Those people who were deceived by you, those who were killed, are all here, watching you all the time, you You don't deserve to live, they're all waiting for the moment you die so they can pounce on you and tear you to pieces."

If she wants to hate, let her put all her hatred on him.

He must not allow his little thing to be stained with this filthy sin.

Xiangu opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at the long sword piercing her abdomen, the wound was still bleeding.

She looked up at Qing Moyan, "No...you're lying to me."

"They're right here." Qing Mo's face was expressionless, "They're right here, you'll be able to see them after you die."

Born in Dali Temple, what he is best at is crushing people's hearts.

Cruel, leaving no room for it.

He told the other party the hard-to-accept facts in a cold voice.

"You have to die to redeem your sins. No matter how beautiful and smart a woman like you is, no man will love her, and she doesn't deserve anyone's favor."

"No, no, how come... I don't want to..."

Before the words finished, Qing Moyan suddenly reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and sent it in.

The tip of the sword came out from behind her.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she could only spit out a large amount of blood.

The bright brilliance gradually faded from her eyes, and Qingmoyan's figure became blurred.

Are you really going to die?

No, I'm not reconciled, I hate it, I hate it, why should I die!
You should be the ones who died!
The moment her consciousness disappeared, she saw a scene she had never seen in her life.

All around her was filled with black death energy, and her younger brother who was killed by her was in it.

Why can I see these?
She ran away in fright, and accidentally found a woman lying down beside her.

The woman's face was exactly the same as when she was born.

Wait a minute, if that person is her, then who is she?
"You are already dead." Qing Moyan's faint voice rang out, her black and white pupils reflected her appearance.

Illusory, like a cloud-like existence.

"Ahhh!" she screamed.

It turned out that she was really dead, and now she has become a wraith.

Qing Moyan pulled out his sword from her corpse, the brilliance from the blade made her eyes hurt, and she couldn't help but move back.

She can't hurt Qing Moyan.

The wraith turned into by her younger brother rushed over, gathering towards her together with the dead energy around her.

In that darkness, she saw the dead.

"Liar! Liar!"

"It's you who killed us!"

"You don't have yin and yang eyes at all, which made us believe your words..."

"it's all because of you……"

She opened her eyes wide because of fear, and endless darkness was reflected in her eyes.

The surging death energy engulfed her.

Qing Moyan backed away.

The black dead air swept over even the corpses that fell on the ground.

Qing Moyan watched Xiangu's body decay little by little in the darkness, as if it had been corroded, and finally turned into bones, shattered and turned into residue.

Qing Moyan followed the mantra that Ru Xiaonan taught him, and made a seal of purification with her hands.

The hatred was gone, all the dead energy was dispersed under his seal of purification, the moonlight shone in from the window, and the resentful spirit gradually turned into little silver light under the moonlight.

There was nothing left in the room except for a mess of tables and chairs.

Qing Moyan's eyes were cold and cold, and he took a last glance inside the room, held the sword upside down, turned and walked to the door.

A familiar figure ran towards him.

"Qing Moyan, are you alright?" Under the moonlight, those emerald-like cat eyes shone brightly, and the only thing she could hold in her eyes was him.

Qing Moyan raised the corners of her lips, "How could something happen to me."

Holding her shoulders, he changed his gentle tone.

The ruthless and cruel Master Shaoqing who could destroy people's hearts by any means just now has disappeared.

(End of this chapter)