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Chapter 77 Strange Talk Legend (26)

"died."

Her voice was flat, casual, as if she just killed a few mice.

"Look, it's coming..."

Li Yunchu stared at the red shadow in front of him, and found that every time it moved, the figure was getting closer to them.

But it doesn't use walking, it seems to take a big step forward suddenly.

The meniscus above the head was soaked in blood, slowly turning into a strange red.

In this extremely calm atmosphere, the sky began to rain bright red blood.

In the night, the blood rain turned dark red, like drops of blood oozing from a wound, falling drop by drop.

The pen in my hand turned into a black umbrella.

Wei Xi opened the umbrella, blood dripped on the top of the umbrella and slid down the umbrella cloth.

While Feng Yan and Li Yunchu were standing under the tree, they didn't get much drenched.

The eyes of the two of them were fixed on the red shadow all the time, so they didn't see Wei Xi's movements.

She looked at Hong Ying in front of her, and said in a calm voice, "I just came here to ask you a few words, and I don't intend to be your enemy."

Hong Ying slowly raised his hands, and the black mist surrounding it turned into countless tiny black threads, which were woven into a large net and enveloped the past.

"Humans deserve to die..."

The voice full of hatred and resentment followed the tightening of the big net, as if trying to strangle them to death.

Wei Xi shook off the umbrella in his hand, and the black umbrella fell in the air and spun continuously, and the rich black color flew out from under the umbrella, rushing straight to the red shadow in front of him.

The seemingly gentle and harmless ink suddenly became sharp the moment it touched the opponent, like countless sharp swords stabbing into the body at the same time.

The rain of blood intensified.

The ground was bloody, the smell of blood permeated the air, and there was a deathly silence around.

Hong Ying took another step closer, the sleeves on both sides of it continued to bleed down, and the red clothes on his body were already soaked.

What is horrifying is that the red cloth on its face is sunken in.

Feng Yan raised the sword and swiped it across the palm of the other hand. The ancient sword was stained with his blood, faintly emitting a scorching light.

He slammed his body towards Hongying in front of him, raised his hand, and the long sword passed through Hongying's neck.

The head covered by the red cloth fell to the ground and was soaked in blood rain. Although the red cloth was not removed, it still looked extremely terrifying.

Even without the head, it was still unaffected, and the figure moved one step forward.

Feng Yan stepped aside, the sword in his hand couldn't do anything to it!
Wei Xi pondered for a while, then suddenly remembered the black shadow hidden among several houses.

At that time, the black shadow had already spotted her, but it didn't chase after her. Instead, it stood by one of the houses and watched her leave.

The black shadow gave her an extremely ominous feeling, and its aura was somewhat similar to that of the red dress.

It is understandable that spells and swords are ineffective against it, after all, it is neither an evil spirit nor a ghost.

But what she said just now is not only effective for these two things.

When a person encounters something very terrifying and powerful and chases him, all he can do is run forward.

And the front happened to be where she saw the black shadow.

Then it all makes sense.

Wei Xi took back the umbrella in mid-air, and said, "Its body is not here."

"Ontology?"

It was the first time Feng Yan had heard these two unfamiliar words, and he couldn't help looking at the headless red figure a few steps away from him, and slowly backed away.

(End of this chapter)