There's No Witch I Can't Wash

Sweeping with two swords, everyone within a hundred meters tilted and fell forward, their internal organs crashed to the ground, but they were all cut in half.

Three sword rolls, within a thousand meters, there is no one who can stand, all the flesh and bones are turned into powder and thrown into the clouds, turning into blood and raining down.

The girl held the sword and stood in the blood rain. Although there was no flesh and blood, the red robe on her body became more and more bright red.

After this day, no one dared to follow the blood-clothed witch's whereabouts for a full three days, and the people from the rivers and lakes who were lucky enough not to die in this battle also disappeared without a trace, and they could not be found no matter how hard they looked.

Three days later, when another group of people from the rivers and lakes who hunted down the blood-clothed witch came here, what they saw was a piece of red-black land moistened by blood.

As for the corpse, not to mention the corpse, even a slightly larger piece of meat and internal organs could not be found.

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"Sister, why are you sleeping in the grass?"

In a daze, the girl was awakened by a burst of curious inquiries.The eyes have not been fully opened, but the palm has been raised subconsciously, just wanting to directly kill the figure who dared to approach him.

She raised her hand halfway, then stopped abruptly. The girl looked at this little girl standing in front of her carrying a wooden basket, who seemed to be only about ten years old, and seemed a little at a loss for a moment.

She subconsciously wanted to stay away from the other party, as if she was worried that the blood on her body would stain this ignorant, naive and ignorant girl.

"Sister, don't you have a place to go? Come to my house. My house is in Linxi Village, which is nearby."

Not daring to speak, not even daring to look at each other's clear black eyes, the girl subconsciously avoided the girl's eyes looking at her, but the other party held her hand stubbornly.

"Come on, don't be afraid. Everyone in the village is very good. When you come to our village, no one will bully you again."

He clearly knew that he shouldn't have anything to do with the other party, but for some reason, when the girl's little hand grabbed his palm, the girl was a little reluctant to let go.

Standing up in a daze, and following her in a daze, the girl came to a small village by a stream not far away.

Linxi Village is a simple village with more than a dozen families located beside a small stream.

The people in the village received her friendly and warmly. No one looked at her with discrimination or fear.

In just a few days, the girl felt as if she had passed away. She almost forgot her identity, and she forgot that there are countless people chasing and killing her in Xuzhou.

In this simple and unadorned small village, she worked with these villagers from sunrise to sunset, and picked wild vegetables and fruits and fished with the girl who brought her home every day.

The ordinary and unreal life just passed for three days. After three days, the girl realized that she had to leave and could no longer be immersed in this false peace, otherwise it would only bring disaster to this peaceful small village.

However, on the night she left that small village, a soaring flame rose from the stream, and when she realized something was wrong and rushed back like crazy, what she saw was the village engulfed by the fire, and the Faces frantically distorted against the flames.

"Sure enough, these untouchables have connections with the Blood-clothed Witch. Colluding with the Witch, knowing it and refusing to report it, deserves death!"

"Witch, do you dare to come back? Do you want to save these untouchables? They are still stubborn, and they will not reveal your whereabouts until death."

"Witch, three days ago you fought hard against the head of Hunyuan Yiqimen. Although you killed him, you must have suffered a lot of damage, otherwise you wouldn't have stopped running away and hid here to heal your injuries."

Against the backdrop of the flames, dozens of people approached clamorously, and surrounded the girl who seemed to be in a daze.

Afterwards, for so many days since fleeing, the girl who had kept silent and never said a word spoke for the first time, but she let out a heart-piercing roar that was not like a human being.

"Damn you! All of you should be damned, all of you should die! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Well, I have basically explained the setting and encounters of the blood-clothed witch here. I don’t know if anyone thinks that this is forcible whitewashing, or that she is not worthy of being rescued.

Of course, I don’t think the bitches of the Holy Mother can see this, after all, for them, seeing the introduction of this book, oh no, it should be said that seeing the title of the book has already defined the book.

The three views are not correct, hey, what a three views are not correct.

Indeed, I admit that the three views of my book are not very lofty, and the protagonist may not be the image of Guang Weizheng, but my writing philosophy has always been like this. What I want to write is a man looking up to heaven in hell, Stories about reaching out to touch the sun.

Even a hopeless demon still has the warmth that longs to be touched.

May be humbled like dust, not twisted like maggots.

Of course, all this is just a story after all, a story written by me.

Ah Xu said that looking for real people in virtual stories is a brain problem. Let me say that I haven’t figured out the reason. After reading the introduction and the title of the book, I didn’t even read the book. It is pitiful for those who come to reflect their righteous views.

Chapter 51 The past is like smoke

The blood-clothed witch opened her eyes. The girl was lying on the bed, looking at the soft curtain covering the bed in a daze.

It turned out to be a dream... I had this dream again.

That night was the first time for the girl to kill someone with her own initiative.

She tortured those dozen people as much as she could, and killed them in the cruelest way she could imagine.

There was no screaming or howling, except for the crackling of the flames, the village by the creek was as quiet as if it had fallen into an eternal sleep.

Anger seems to stimulate a person's potential, and the girl who doesn't understand what innate is has mastered her own power without a teacher.

The aura of innate masters is released, suppressing those ants whose highest level is no more than the acquired state, unable to move.

Unable to move, unable to speak, unable to even blink, more than a dozen martial arts practitioners were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, desperately waiting for their trial.

The girl was not in a hurry, she killed one by one slowly, the girl fully appreciated the appearance of those people struggling to death, and looked at the pale, fearful, and desperate expressions on the faces of those who were waiting to die.

From the anger at the beginning to the point where she couldn't contain herself, the smile on the girl's face was a sickly, distorted smile.

At this moment, the girl realized that something in her heart was broken, and she eventually became the same existence as them, the person she hated the most.

The flames burned until dawn, with white hair and red eyes, the girl in the blood dress looked up to the sky and smiled, and beside her was a bloody corpse.

This is Linxi Village, a peaceful and peaceful ordinary village, but now it is like hell.