After the two corpses fell, the faces of the villagers behind them were all covered with sadness, but their heads were lowered, and no one screamed anymore, and no one tried to struggle, as if they were ready to accept their fate.

This is the first time that Qingyu has seen a person die alive in front of him, and the way of death is so tragic. The blood had soaked the carpet under his feet, and some of it had flowed under the herring's crossed legs, and the lower corners of the soaked robe were close to his legs, from warm to cold.

The herring wanted to turn his head away and stop looking, but he couldn't move, he couldn't even close his eyelids, so he could only stare at it so hard and stunned, the broken blood vessels on the corpse, the muscles that were still trembling slightly, and the broken bones, the fishy smell of blood brought a strong sense of impact to the herring.

But at this moment, Qingyu's psychology is not disgusting, there is no fear, there is only anger! It is the anger that grasps the life and death of ordinary people without saying a word to the woman who sleeps on the collapsed. He couldn't see the expression of the senior brother, he could only see the expression of the vacuum.

The corners of the vacuum's eyes at this moment were already cracked due to extreme anger, and the blood poured on the top of his head and the blood flowing out of the corners of his eyes were mixed together, and flowed down his chin, drop by drop, but the vacuum did not give up and control his body spell to fight, the green tendons on his neck were about to burst, his face was red and purple, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

The herring rolled its eyes slightly, and then focused on the corpse on the ground. He still remembered the frightened refusal of the old man when a few people left, and the struggle of the cripple who wanted to deceive a few people but finally didn't say it. At that time, he still wondered why he didn't make money, but looking at the current scene, Qingyu seemed to understand a little.

Among the remaining villagers, only men.

But there are hundreds of human skin puppets, and if Qingyu still can't figure it out at this time, then there is no need to practice anymore. Obviously, some of them were the original villagers, while the other part may have been caught after getting lost in the mountains, or these villagers were deceived by the pressure of facing their own death.

I don't know how they endured it all the time, and I don't know how they endured it to trick those people one by one, many of these puppets are young and beautiful girls.

If he dies and dies, but he has to trap so many people to die again, what is the use of this conscience before death? If Qingyu knew that the lame man changed his mind because there was no woman among the few people, Qingyu would not even have half a point of pity.

The conscience of the wicked before death finds that it is the least worthy of sympathy, because it is about to die, and then he remembers that he still has a conscience, and if he is not dying, what wicked person has ever remembered such a thing as conscience?

If it were him, he would rather die than let this evil woman manipulate like this. The blue fish was secretly ruthless, and at the same time it was running its cultivation to try to compete with the spell. But the corner of his eye flickered, and someone seemed to be moving.

It's Mei'er.

waited for Qingyu to turn his eyes to the unknown, and then he saw Mei'er who had been sitting beside him clearly and stood up. Qingyu couldn't see the look on her face, only saw Mei'er bend down, picked up half of the lame's head, walked to his corpse and pressed it again, she pressed it hard twice, but how could the head that fell off be pressed up?

Mei'er turned her back to the herring and placed her head on the cripple's chest. When she stood up, her white lotus-like jade arms were already covered with blood.

The sleeping woman watched all this quietly and didn't say a word. When Mei'er placed the old man's head on the corpse, the woman spoke

"What are you doing?"

Mei'er didn't speak, just looked down at the corpse on the ground, and then shook her head.

"Do you sympathize with them?" the woman's voice seemed to be squeezing out between her teeth, as ugly as the howl of a demon in the Nine Hells.

Mei'er slowly turned around, facing the woman who was sleeping, Qingyu could only see half of her face, how could there be half a charm on that face, some were just angry, unwilling, and a line of tears.

Qingyu saw the two women confronting each other, and a trace of schadenfreude rose in the young man's heart. Yes, let you trick us here, you can fight. He snickered in his heart, but somehow looked at Mei'er's beautiful side face, and suddenly remembered the touch on his hand just now, thinking about it, he actually blushed.

Just as Qingyu was thinking wildly, Mei'er spoke

"It's been two hundred years, and I've been controlled by you for two hundred years!"

She raised her head at this moment, and slowly raised one hand, pointing directly at the woman who was sleeping, her voice was full of humiliation and stubbornness, and she almost cried out

"You hid like a dead dog when the Xiaguang Dao was there, and as soon as he died, you started jumping again. ”

"What do you say about immortality, what do you say about eternal blessings, bullshit royal blood! You're just an old zombie!!"

Then Mei'er pointed behind her

"How many batches are these? You keep them in captivity like pigs and dogs, and ask me to bring people over again and again to satisfy your pampered desires. ”

"You killed my whole family, you banned it in my demon core, and you controlled my life and death. I've wanted to kill you for countless days, but I can't do it, I can't even die! I've waited two hundred years. No one can save me. The first time I saw you take the initiative to let me pick up someone, I thought how unique he was, I thought they could kill you. Speaking of this, Mei'er glanced at the herring and shook her head

"I didn't think they were waste. ”

How much hope is hidden in this eye, Qingyu can't understand it, but the word waste, the despair that roared out, Qingyu listened to it in his heart.

"I'm not waiting for anyone to save me. I don't want to live like this anymore. Li Qingping, I want to ask today, my parents' clansmen have their fur spread on your sleep, you can sleep at ease!"

Can't survive, can't die, day and night against their own will, seeing Qingyu and others thought there was hope, but never thought that Qingyu and others couldn't even fight back, Mei'er was desperate at this moment.

The room was quiet for a moment, and Li Qingping, that is, the woman who was asleep, spoke

"Finished?"

Mei'er didn't reply, she clenched her fists and raised her cultivation to the top. The fox demon is good at charm, good at illusion, but not good at fighting. Mei'er just wanted to rush forward at the moment, tear this woman's face and gnaw her bones, but the sad thing was that she couldn't move. In her clenched fists, her nails were inserted into the flesh, and a trace of blood fell to the ground along her fingers, ticking, ticking, and fusing with the blood on the ground.

"Hmph, uncooked waste. Li Qingping glanced at Mei'er disdainfully, stretched out his hand and waved it, like chasing flies. As her hand swayed, an invisible breath brushed Mei'er's cheeks and swept past.

Mei'er's eyes narrowed slightly, and two deep blood marks suddenly appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and the long hair hanging on both sides of her forehead broke off from the middle and fell in the air. After a while, there were more than a dozen dull sounds behind him.

"Turn your head and look at me, and talk to me again. ”