I shouldn't be beaten by a hatchet

Chapter 235
Ye Ran anxiously walked back and forth in the living room, just when he was in despair, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the decorations on the TV cabinet.

It was a small golden Buddha pendant, the eyebrows and eyes were lifelike, full of the Zen spirit of saving sentient beings, and a hazy halo could be seen faintly.

This is the peace pendant that Yeran got for his elder sister last time when he went to the Pudu Temple in Luocheng. At that time, the kind-hearted old nun told him that as long as his mind is pious, then the heaven will definitely hear your prayer.

Originally, Ye Ran was a firm believer in materialism, but now he is like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, holding the Buddha pendant in his palm in a panic, as if he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

"If it really works, I hope God can bless my eldest sister to escape this disaster, no matter what price I have to pay, even if I have to bear this disaster for my eldest sister..."

Yeran clasped his hands together, placed them on his chest, closed his eyes, and began to meditate devoutly from the bottom of his heart, over and over again.

He didn't know if it would be useful, but this was the only thing he could do for his eldest sister now.

In a daze, he seemed to feel a faint warmth coming from the Buddha pendant in his palm, which calmed his restless heart.

……

At the same time, the Tiandou Great Forest of the Ziyue Great World.

Ye Wushuang's last consciousness also began to slowly disintegrate, and just when she was about to enter the colorful vortex of dreams, an inexplicable warmth came from her chest, lighting up her only remaining clarity.

wrong!

And her brother is waiting for her!
She can't just die like this!

In an instant, all the confusion that enveloped Ye Wushuang's soul dissipated, and her strong desire to survive made her extremely resistant to entering the colorful light circle.

But at this time, the distance between the two sides was very close, and just when she thought she was doomed, the repulsive force brought by the desire to survive became far greater than the attractive force of the colorful light circle.

She only felt that the surrounding scene was changing rapidly, and the next second, the familiar pain came again like a tide.

She wanted to struggle to stand up, but found that she was in the darkness, subconsciously rubbed her eyes with her hands, and could only see a piece of mud, and the eyeballs had burst out at some point.

The horrible pain overwhelmed her again, but this time there was a slight change.

In the dark vision, Ye Wushuang saw a golden light shining in the distance, helpless, she could only try to widen her eye sockets, trying to see clearly.

Gradually, the golden light seemed to float in front of her, and the figure in the light and shadow was nodding and smiling at her.

Ye Wushuang's excited body was trembling, and he even forgot about the pain he was suffering.

The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the small mouth, the dimples, etc., every arc, every line, can awaken the most sincere tenderness, and set off a stormy sea in her heart.

"Xiao Ran!"

Ye Wushuang shouted loudly, but found that she could not make a sound for a long time. She wanted to reach out to hold her brother tightly in her arms, but she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

"Sister, I have been waiting for you to come home. I have prepared your favorite crispy chicken and salted duck. You can't let me go!" the golden "Ye Ran" said.

He stepped forward, took the initiative to hug Ye Wushuang's body, patted his shoulder lightly, put his lips in his ear and whispered: "..."

There is really a miraculous method in the world that can transmit sound across thousands of miles. From Ye Ran, who is far away in Luo City, the pious and anxious voices of wishing were transmitted to Ye Wushuang's ears intact.

……

Outside, several burly werewolves were stabbing Ye Wushuang's body with bone spears, leaving dozens of large and small holes.

Ye Wushuang was stained red with blood. If you don't distinguish carefully, you can't tell that it is a human figure.

"Boss, this guy should be dead. It feels like the blood has been drained, but he is still twitching." One of the werewolves asked.

"If you're dead, get ready to call it a day. Damn it, it's unlucky. After finally catching a chick, I didn't expect to be drunk with poison." The werewolf leader scolded.

In his opinion, the changes in Ye Wushuang's body were all due to the poison he drank, but there was one thing he didn't understand, why did he drink such painful poison, or was this woman a masochist?

The werewolf absent-mindedly thrust the bone spear into Ye Wushuang's neck, and then pulled it out again. Just as he was about to call it a day, a flamboyant white flame burst from the wound.

The werewolf thought that his eyes were wrong, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, but found that there were more and more white flames rising from Ye Wushuang's body, he shouted in surprise: "Boss, this guy is dead, even the will-o'-the-wisp They're all out!"

"Grass, what nonsense are you talking about, you can produce will-o'-the-wisps just after you die?"

The werewolf leader turned his head and cursed, but immediately his words were choked in his throat, his green eyes widened, and he looked at Ye Wushuang's "corpse" in surprise.

"This is?"

While speaking, the clusters of white flames flying on Ye Wushuang's body gradually connected together, completely enveloping him.

"What the hell is this?"

The nearest werewolf cursed and stabbed with a bone spear.

But there was a scene that made all werewolves terrified. The bone spear was burned into nothingness just after entering the white flames. Not only that, a faint white flame went up the bone spear, and everything it passed disappeared into nothingness, as if it had never existed generally.

The werewolf's face changed drastically. He was about to throw away the bone spear, but it was too late.

Bai Yan devoured the werewolf in an instant, before a scream could be heard, the breeze blew by, and the werewolf, who was still alive just now, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The werewolves turned their terrified gazes to Ye Wushuang, only to see that the white flames surging on his body became more and more intense and brighter, and even the space around them seemed unable to withstand the terrifying heat, and there was a violent explosion. distortion.

Accompanied by the burning of the white inflammation, Ye Wushuang's riddled body was rapidly recovering and reorganizing, and the regrown skin was as pink and tender as a baby's, and could be broken by blowing bullets, with faint fluorescence flowing.

A terrible legend flashed in the head of the werewolf clan leader, and he said hoarsely: "All clansmen, mission failed, retreat quickly."

No werewolves listened to his orders, and even he found out the problem himself.

A terrifying coercion acted on all the werewolves. They didn't even have the qualification to move a finger. They could only watch Ye Wushuang complete the final evolution.

The shadow of death hangs over the hearts of every werewolf, and the hunter and the hunted have exchanged identities unconsciously.

The time to die is always extremely long, and no one noticed how long it had passed. The girl who was burning with white flames slowly floated in the air, and then slowly stood up.

The fluorescent eyelids trembled slightly, and then opened bit by bit.

The original black pupils had disappeared, replaced by two groups of empty white flames without any emotion.

(End of this chapter)