At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were so close that they had to face each other.

Crack! Crack!

Just as Ming Hou put away his knife and turned his back, a sudden sound came.

Ming Hou frowned, and a very dangerous feeling suddenly came to his mind. He turned around slowly.

I saw that the old man Tianquan's head was bleeding from all seven holes, and his appearance was extremely creepy.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Ming Hou felt a chill on his back, as if someone was staring at him, which made people shudder.

Not good!

The intuition of many years of assassins made Ming Hou cry out secretly, and he moved his body and wanted to jump up.

But as soon as he moved, a shriveled and skinny hand had pierced his chest.

Minghou's body stiffened, and then he slowly lowered his head, only to see a black hole in his chest, with thick blood flowing inside.

Old Man Tianquan's head showed a strange smile, his eyes bulged, staring at Minghou.

And what pierced Minghou's chest was the body of Old Man Tianquan standing upright.

Minghou opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out of his throat, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Old Man Tianquan's body was twisted beyond recognition, and his bones made a creaking sound of crushing, and the body picked up the head with its teeth and claws.

Then Old Man Tianquan miraculously resurrected!

This was a disgusting body, with wrinkles all over his face, cracked lips, and sunken cheeks.

This body was like an evil ghost crawling out of a grave, and people couldn't help but tremble when they looked at it.

A wisp of green smoke came out of Old Man Tianquan's mouth, and Old Man Tianquan stood up again, looking around, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

His lips moved slightly, and he made a hoarse and unpleasant sound: "Jie... Jie... Jie..."

The Marquis of Ming on the ground stared with his eyes wide open, and blood kept spitting out of his mouth.

Old Man Tianquan moved his feet, and his bloodthirsty eyes slowly approached him.

"Congratulations to the owner of the manor for his great achievement!" A disciple of Tianquan Villa came forward to flatter him.

Old Man Tianquan turned his head twitchingly, looked at the disciple, and grinned with a weird smile.

"Manor... owner?" The disciple was startled and hurriedly retreated.

Old Man Tianquan smiled, stretched out his hands, and crushed the disciple's head.

This creepy scene made the few remaining disciples dare not move forward half a step.

I saw Old Man Tianquan grab the headless corpse in front of him with both hands, lift the corpse with amazing arm strength, raise his head, and greedily suck the flesh and blood.

Soon, the corpse was squeezed dry by him, and the blood in the body was drained.

Old Man Tianquan threw the corpse away, turned around and looked around.

Seeing the red face of the manor owner, all the disciples were stunned and silent.

Old Man Tianquan raised his head, opened his mouth, and pounced on them with sharp fangs.

For a while, screams and pleas for mercy came one after another. Many disciples were torn into two pieces by Old Man Tianquan, and their bodies were separated.

The blood dyed the earth red, corpses were everywhere, and the bloody smell was overwhelming. The entire Tianquan Villa turned into a hell of Shura.

At this time, Xiao Ruolin and others hurriedly arrived. Yue Ji hurriedly stepped forward, tore off the corner of her clothes, and wrapped it around the bleeding hole of Ming Hou.

But how could such a big hole be blocked? Seeing that Ming Hou was getting weaker and weaker, Yue Ji's tears fell.

Ming Hou's lips trembled, and he uttered a few words with difficulty: "Don't worry about me... run..."

"You... you will be fine." Yue Ji cried.

Ming Hou shook his head, his face as pale as paper: "I... I am almost dying..."

Yue Ji saw this, and hugged him desperately, her eyes red, tears streaming: "No! You promised to marry me, I won't allow you to leave me like this."

Ming Hou raised his hand with difficulty and wiped the tears from the corners of Yue Ji's eyes: "Silly... I am not worthy of your efforts."

Looking at this life and death, Zi Shu was moved to tears and turned his head away reluctantly.

Xiao Ruolin kicked his buttocks, "Why are you still standing there? Where is the thing I gave you? Save people!"

Zi Shu touched his buttocks that were kicked and hurt, walked over aggrievedly, and took out a worm from his arms.

To be precise, it was a poisonous worm.

Yue Ji looked at him warily, and with a flash of silver light, the sword directly sealed Zi Shu's throat.

"What are you going to do!"

Zi Shu was furious, slapped his sword away, and cursed: "Damn it! What else can I do? Of course I'm saving people, don't stop me!"

As he said, he shook off Yue Ji's resisting hand, opened Ming Hou's mouth, and stuffed the poisonous insect in.

Then he stood up angrily, walked in front of Xiao Ruolin, and began to nag.

"Pavilion Master.

Ah! Look at that girl's attitude. I've said it before, we are enough for the Soul Binding Pavilion. Why do we need any talents? Their cultivation is not that high..."

After Ming Hou ate the poisonous insect, the vitality lost in his body slowly recovered. Yue Ji looked at her beloved with a shocked face and her face gradually became ruddy.

Although Ming Hou closed his eyes, it was certain that he was not dead.

The insect saved Ming Hou's life!

What kind of insect was that?!

Yue Ji was full of doubts. Today's cognition can be said to have overturned her cognition.

First, the old man Tianquan who came back to life, and then the insect that could pull the dying back from the hands of the King of Hell.

When the poisonous insect entered Ming Hou's mouth, Xiao Ruolin could see something wriggling inside his ear.

Looking at the monster that slaughtered the disciples of Tianquan Villa, Xiao Ruolin frowned: "Do you think that thing is very familiar and looks like a person?"

"Who does it look like? "Zi Shu asked curiously.

Xiao Ruolin pondered for a moment and shook his head.

Is it an illusion?

But he always felt that the other party's situation was very similar to his own, as if...

As if he was a failure?