The samurai outside were ready to move.

Fortunately, the samurai caught by the black skin blocked most of the windows.

But there was still an outside samurai, trying to squeeze in through the small crack in the window.

Liu Xiaohua rushed forward, grabbed the samurai's sword, and tried her best to block it at the window.

Linglong saw that the situation here was urgent, so she didn't care about Heipi, and immediately ran over like before, and supported the wrist of the warrior with the knife with Liu Xiaohua.

Now, the samurai outside can't get in, but the two of them can't leave.

Linglong gasped and shouted to Liu Xiaohua: "Your spirit beast is not good!" ”

Liu Xiao looked back vigorously. It was found that when the black skin first came out, it was still a black entity, but now, the color has faded.

Completely unaware of the danger, it lay half-on the ground, holding the samurai with one hand and pushing him against the window, while the other hand scratched at the ground, trying to find a place to borrow strength. The fingertips, which were originally plain, gradually became sharp, and they were deeply cut into the ground. Because he pulled outward too hard, the body, which had faded in color, was slightly deformed.

It struggled for a long time before finally pulling its left foot out of the gap at once, but because it was too hard, its body instantly lost its balance, and it was unsteady on its feet for a while, and the pulled foot stepped on a dry samurai head.

The head startled it for no reason.

It shook its feet desperately, as if it were something terrible. But the foot was soft at first, and had merged into all the gaps in the skull, and after leaving the gap, it gradually became more and more rigid, and had merged with the skull.

It tries to transform its feet into various other shapes in order to get rid of its head.

But no matter how hard it tried, whether it became soft or hard, its feet were still dead in its skull.

It turned its head in panic, looking for Liu Xiaohua's figure everywhere, its mouth wide open, one hand holding the warrior around, one hand propped up on the ground, trying to maintain its balance, and its left foot kicked wildly in the air. He looked terrified.

Due to its movements, the samurai who were pressed against the window also swayed along it, and new loopholes appeared in the originally blocked window, and the samurai outside were ready to move.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Liu Xiaohua wanted to move but couldn't leave, so she could only barely squeeze out a smile while talking, trying to achieve the goal of appeasing it, "Don't be afraid!" It's okay! "I know it doesn't understand, and I can't hear it, but I can only hope that it might understand expressions

……

Probably......

…………

Then Liu Xiaohua was pleasantly surprised to find that the black skin suddenly froze, and the solid eyeballs clumsily turned to Liu Xiaohua's direction to 'stare at' her - although its facial features were fake and playful, each of them did not have real functions, and it did not 'see' through guò'eyes', but it knew before getting along with Liu Xiaohua that when it 'looked' at a certain place, it should move the two beads in that direction.

Liu Xiaohua realized that it was indeed staring at her mouth very seriously.

And it seems to be discerning something very attentively. Because everything else it did stopped.

"Don't be afraid." Liu Xiaohua hurriedly continued to appease it.

It kept that motion and didn't move again.

As soon as it fell silent, the window line was safe again. Liu Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief.

But it was only for a moment.

The black skin is getting lighter and lighter, and if nothing is done, it will soon disappear. And as soon as it disappears, the samurai will immediately rush in, and no one will survive.

At this moment, Liu Xiaohua's mind was surprisingly calm, but she couldn't find a solution.

By this time, the samurai outside had become impatient and began to pound the walls of the house.

Gray stone fell, and the whole wall crumbled.

At this moment, Liu Xiaohua suddenly realized Xiang Yu's mood by the Wujiang River.

There is no way back, there is no way out.

Linglong's eyes were terrified, as if she was afraid. But she tried her best to keep her composure and asked Liu Xiaohua: "Uncle Xiao, what should I do now?" It seems that all hope is placed on Liu Xiaohua. She can't be fierce and domineering all her life, but she's just a child after all. I have always been well protected and cared for, and it is only a recent thing to try to live independently.

Liu Xiaohua didn't know how to answer.

Maybe just make it until dawn. But now it's not just that she can't hold on, the black skin is about to be unable to hold on, and its color has faded by half.

At this moment, the sound of running was heard outside.

Someone was coming up from downstairs. In a few moments, Fusheng appeared in the doorway, his head covered in blood, and his steps staggered. The gaze is glazed. Standing against the door frame, trying to discern what's going on inside the door. Then his eyes quickly locked on Liu Xiaohua.

She's alive.

This made him breathe a sigh of relief. Struggling to stagger this way.

"Is Uncle Master back?" Liu Xiaohua asked.

Ukisheng's face was very bad, and he ignored her until he was only one step away from those samurai before stopping. Lower your head and bite down on the artery in your wrist. Thick blood gushed out, and he commanded in a hoarse voice, "Get out of the way." ”

Linglong hurriedly said, "But ......"

Liu Xiaohua immediately grabbed Linglong and threw herself down where the katana couldn't cut it.

The moment they dodged, the floating life stepped forward, spilling the blood from his wrist at the samurai. He whispered in a hurry, fast.

Those samurai, who were originally murderous, were suddenly frozen in place. After a brief moment of distraction, he suddenly fell neatly to one knee. Like a sculpture, it knelt silently in place and never moved again.

Fusheng took a step back, as if trying to walk back to the table, but he was so weak that he fell to the ground with a 'poof'. It's like dead.

Liu Xiaohua hurriedly ran forward and struggled to turn him over. Reach out your slightly trembling hand and try his snort.

No gas!

Linglong next to him didn't dare to step forward, took a few steps back, and asked in horror: "Is he dead?" ”

Liu Xiaohua's hands trembled violently. Looking at the face in front of her, which was not bloody, the undercurrent in her heart was difficult to calm down for a long time.

Although she had known and heard countless times how bumpy and dangerous the path of cultivation was, and how many monks would die every year, when this kind of thing really happened in front of her, when she was really there, when she was really there, she realized how cruel the reality was.

She couldn't believe that he would die like this, and hurriedly touched his hand.

That hand, with its joints, was thin and cold. There is not a bit of temperature. The whole person was pale and weak, like a wisp of smoke, and a slightly stronger wind could blow him away.

Then, trembling, she reached out and tried the artery in his neck.

There's no beating there anymore.

But maybe it's because the hand has lost strength and the feeling is no longer sensitive, so I haven't tested the pulse?

Liu Xiaohua hurriedly possessed himself and put her ear on his chest.

I want to hear if his heart is still beating.

At this time, the other party suddenly grabbed Liu Xiaohua's hand at an unusually fast speed, and after opening his eyes and seeing that it was her, he slowly let go of his hand little by little.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes again and asked, "Did she see it??" He stared at Liu Xiaohua. The gaze is strangely vicious. Because she was pushing too hard, the green tendons on the back of her hand bulged high, "Did she see it?" ”

Liu Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was talking about. Still whispered to comfort him: "No." No one saw it. ”

He seemed to feel some comfort. Relieved, his sloppy gaze fell on Liu Xiaohua's face, and he fell asleep grogily.

Linglong saw that she was vivid, and came over to this side in surprise and asked, "Is he okay!?" ”

"It's okay." Liu Xiaohua shook her head and breathed a sigh of relief, but now is not the time to relax. Hurriedly went to Heipi's side.

At this time, the situation of the black skin is very bad.

Linglong and her worked together to stuff the black skin into the gap.

Heipi didn't quite understand what they were going to do at first, but maybe he finally understood Liu Xiaohua's intentions from their postures and movements, so he began to squeeze back slowly.

The gap grew a little bit bigger because of its strength.

When it widened the gap, Liu Xiaohua could see the situation inside from the gap that flashed by.

The inside is exactly the same as the outside, but the color is gray and white. It's more like after she became a god, there was no color space outside the scope of the spiritual platform. That is, the place where the spirit lives.

It's just that Liu Xiaohua doesn't understand, how could the black skin run into the spiritual space!

And when she went to move Blackskin's left leg, she found that its left foot had merged with the head. Like the roots of a tree, it pierced into all the holes in the skull that could be pierced, enclosing the entire skull.

It seemed to wonder about it, too. Stubbornly, in a strange posture, he stuck his head out of the gap and looked at his own feet, as if he had discovered his own feet on the first day, which was extremely novel.

"Release" Liu Xiaohua made an open motion to it.

It tilted its head to look at Liu Xiaohua. was stunned and watched Liu Xiaohua dancing in front of her. Motionless.

Liu Xiaohua was tired. He left it alone, and put his head on its legs, and put his hands around its head and pulled it out. She couldn't let it bring this thing in, for fear of having some bad effect on it.

"Uncle Junior, what kind of spirit beast is this?" Linglong asked in surprise.

As Linglong spoke, Blackskin immediately turned her head in her direction. Stared at her.

Liu Xiaohua lowered her head, didn't notice anything unusual about it, and said vaguely: "I don't know either." ”

It immediately turned its head to look at Liu Xiaohua again.

Liu Xiaohua continued to pick at the head, but it suddenly realized something, refused to cooperate anymore, and clung to the head very hard. Quickly shrank in the crevice, as if trying to bring the prey back to his own hole.

"No, you can't!" Liu Xiaohua hurriedly hugged the head, kicked its face, and pulled it out hard.

Loudly reprimanded it: "No! Yes! May get sick! Bear! Sickness! She made a white face and stuck out her tongue, "Die." ”

It stared blankly at her for a long time. Just when Liu Xiaohua thought that it might understand, it suddenly, very hard, shrank back and snatched its head