The east is whitening, but the depths of the dense forest are quiet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are various kinds of plants growing under the towering trees of unknown age, and the grass is lush enough to be half a person high, and it is lush and green, and there is no trace of the winter chill.

And in the midst of this verdant, a small patch of grass was pressed down, and an embarrassed figure fell there weakly, his breath trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to hide something.

It looked like a fiery red fox, but the tail was flawless pure white, the ears were larger than ordinary foxes, the body was extremely beautiful, but the back was a blur of flesh and blood, and a wound three fingers wide could be vaguely seen, not too big, but it was very deep, and even the bones of Bai Sensen could be seen inside. Blood poured from the inside of the wound and ran down its supple hair, and soon the grass beneath it was stained a piercing red, but the surging blood showed no sign of stopping.

Apparently aware of the consequences of continuing to bleed, it stopped its painful gasp for a moment, and a few strange syllables came out of its mouth, and a turquoise light suddenly appeared, covering its back like a layer of gauze, exuding vigor. Under the cover of this light, the blood that kept pouring out of the wound finally stopped, but in the next moment, the turquoise light silently shattered and disappeared, and the blood flowed out like a spring, and the amount of bleeding was so great that it was doubtful that the wound had all the way to the heart.

It couldn't help but snort, and then chuckled.

“…… Ono, that bastard, is really a dead hand......"

The voice was none other than Ming, who disappeared from Liu Yuanhua.

Although he didn't care much when facing Liu Yuanhua, Ming actually knew the power of the "Green Frost Sword" better than anyone else, and the moment he noticed that the cold blade suddenly pierced in, he knew that something was wrong, and he withdrew without hesitation, even so, he was not immune to serious injuries, not only the deep injuries that almost wanted to pierce him, but more importantly, his three souls were all so shocked that he didn't even have the strength to open the passage and go back, and he fell directly into the depths of this dense forest where he didn't know where to go.

Worst of all, healing spells were useless against the wound.

Knowing that this was not the influence of the Qingshuang Sword, it was his own problem.

Now, he can't accept healing spells.

This had been clear for a long time, but he hadn't taken it to heart, because he believed that he would never be in a serious condition that would require the use of spells, and he did suffer very few minor injuries.

Until I saw Liu Yuanhua again.

I never imagined that I would have such an embarrassing day.

Glancing sideways at the terrifying sword wound that was bleeding non-stop, Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a little gloom in his eyes.

"That guy Ono, he's getting stronger......"

…… No, maybe it's just that I'm getting weaker.

This is also a matter of course, because he is dead.

Even if he can rely on special methods to return to the yang world within a certain period of time, he still can't reverse this established fact, even if others can't see the difference between him, but he knows better than anyone that he is no longer the same self he used to be.

A wound like this, even if it was more serious, he had never worried about it in the past, because there was no need for healing spells, he just had to wait quietly for a while, and his body would absorb the spiritual power of the outside world and heal automatically, but now, after entering the Lion Mountain Demon Tomb, he could not exist without evil thoughts.

Obviously, in the past, he despised those demon clans who relied on evil thoughts to become stronger.

Ming couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth sarcastically.

It's really strange that he is dead, and he doesn't even have a physical body, only a false body made of evil thoughts, but it still bleeds and loses his body temperature......

But soon, Ming put that thought aside.

Forget it, it's already like this, what's the point of thinking about what you have and don't? It's better to think of another way to deal with the wound, otherwise if it drags on like this, what will be left for him will only be the end of the complete dissipation of the demon soul from the Three Realms, and even "death".

It's really miserable.

couldn't help but laugh mockingly, Ming looked sideways at his wound again, and sighed helplessly after a little hesitation.

“…… I don't want to use it, but I don't think there's a choice......"

After saying that, he recited a sentence in a low voice, and an inch-long silver needle flew out of his hair, and slowly pierced into his eyebrows with a slight rotation.

A cold and sharp stinging pain that was different from the burning pain of the wound came suddenly, Ming's brain went blank in an instant, he involuntarily trembled slightly, frowned and gritted his teeth before he could barely swallow back the painful cry that was about to blurt out, but he still couldn't help but snort slightly.

When the silver needle completely sank into the center of the eyebrows, the sharp pain finally disappeared, and the wound stained with bright red was still hideously exposed to the air, without change, but Ming breathed a sigh of relief, as if he could rest assured for the time being, and his body lying on the grass was completely weak.

"Then it's almost as long as you think about stopping the bleeding...... The previous injuries were slowly repaired by absorbing evil thoughts, but there was no one in this barren mountain and wilderness, so I couldn't find evil thoughts at all, and I didn't know if the herbs in the yang world were still useful...... Ah, even if it works, I don't know how to heal......"

Just paralyzed in the grass like that, Ming's eyes looked at the sky between the gaps in the branches and leaves of the ancient trees without focus, and he kept muttering in a low voice, saying whether he was trying to find a way or just complaining, at this time, Chang'er unconsciously moved slightly, catching the subtle sound of someone cautiously approaching, he instantly came back to his senses, his eyes swept to the depths of the green shade like a knife, and the killing intent surged out with a low drink.

"Who?"

There was a slight pause in the subtle movement, apparently taken by him, and then the sound of the branches and leaves plucking sounded more clearly, as if the man in the shadows had given up on moving cautiously, and soon a head poked out from behind an old tree.

It was a human girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old.

As if she was completely unaware of the existence of killing intent, the girl's expression did not show any nervousness, a pair of smart eyes blinked, looking left and right, with a confused expression.

"It's strange, I just heard someone talking here, why is there no one ......?"

Puzzled to herself, she walked out from behind the tree, her eyes wandered to find the source of the previous voice, but inadvertently saw Ming, who was mostly covered by tall grass, but from her point of view, she could only see Ming's snow-white tail, she immediately stopped in surprise, her eyes shining.

"Ahh Little white fox! ”

Ming, who had long sensed that this was a human from his breath, didn't want to pay attention to her at all, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but jump out of the corner of his eyes, and snorted coldly in displeasure.

"Woman, can you talk with a little brain?"

The girl who was about to come over froze suddenly.