"The evil spirit named Han Qi was eliminated by me and the people of Wumen, including Wu Qifeng, and Lu Qi who I saw in Fulongzhuang. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere is another person you don't know, these people are all dead except for Wu Qifeng. And they are the only few people left in the past Wumen Helm. Meng Shichen turned his head to look at him and pulled out a smile.

Finally, she burned a talisman and poured the ashes into a small quilt and carefully mixed them. The pigment is finally done.

Tan Jiuling looked at her in a daze, holding a pen in her right hand, and walking to the bed with a cup of cinnabar in her left hand. He knew that Meng Shichen was going to draw a rune for himself, but he didn't have the strength to refuse, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength just now.

Meng Shichen's cinnabar pen fell on Tan Jiuling's back, and every stroke was like carving.

"But now only Wu Qifeng is left, and everyone else is dead. I've been tasked with getting rid of that terrifying monster before he can break the seal completely. You say, if the evil spirit of Hanqi is in the hands of the new Wumen, can the Kunlun Juying faction win the first battle? ”

Tan Jiuling raised his hand to cushion his chin and folded his hands on the pillow: "Then you can't use these as an excuse to erase the sins they committed in the first place." ”

"I said earlier that I didn't mean to pity them by saying this, but I can't be like you Juying faction, who only care about killing people and killing spirits. Everything is changing, including people. ”

Meng Shichen glared at him irritably, this person really has enough tendons, no wonder he can become friends with Yue Yi: "I'm too lazy to argue with you, anyway, the people of the old witch sect are almost dead." There's no point in fighting. ”

Tan Jiuling didn't speak, quietly looking at the twig pattern carved out of the bedside, not knowing what he was thinking.

"This ...... That's not all. Meng Shichen dragged out her voice, and after she finished drawing the circle, she was stunned to find that his skin was still changing. It's not that as the painting says, this thing will be completely trapped in the scope of cinnabar.

The circle bulged under the skin, and finally turned into a bun-like shape, and Meng Shichen also drew cinnabar lines on the lines of this "bun".

The last stroke fell, and the thing really looked like a wrinkled bun, with a clear texture. If you look closely, it doesn't look like it in particular, but it looks like some kind of root that will grow grass at any time. This "bun" was trapped by the cinnabar diagram, and gradually revealed the deeply hidden parts.

Starting from the four sides of the "bun", a large web of roots and tendrils stretches. The "buns" are in the back vest, but these weird nets stretch all the way, up to the shoulders and down to the waist.

It took her nearly half an hour to trace each of her sinuous lines, a vast and disingenuous project.

Meng Shichen looked at these complicated reticulated "root systems" and suddenly felt a little desperate.

Since it has adapted to the blood of the soul slayer, maybe the soul blade will not have much effect on it, so I hope it will have an effect. Meng Shichen took advantage of the fact that the "bun" couldn't move, pulled out the soul blade and went along the center of the root, ready to cut it.

"Wait." Tan Jiuling suddenly spoke, and he felt the coldness behind him, which was the texture of a weapon.

The movement in Meng Shichen's hand stopped, but he didn't mean to withdraw the soul blade. Tan Jiuling turned his face slightly and looked at her from the corner of his eye: "You have to at least tell me what is on your back, right?" ”

"Didn't you feel it when I was depicting it?" Meng Shichen was funny.

"There are so many lines that the devil knows what is drawn in the end." He twisted his face back in dissatisfaction, and stretched out a paw to block his back: "If you don't say it, I won't let you go under the knife." ”

Will she die in the end? Meng Shichen really wanted to refute it like this, but reason told her that she couldn't be serious with a guy whose life was about to end, otherwise she would be unlucky.

She wanted to slap Tan Jiuling's hand off with her soul blade, but the other party's stubborn hatred was just waiting for her to speak. Meng Shichen reluctantly pulled over the stool and sat down, and then told him the general shape of the figure.

Tan Jiuling's face was very puzzled, and he didn't seem to remember when he provoked such a strange undead.

"Master Jin, can I go under the knife?" Meng Shichen cocked Erlang's legs and looked at Tan Jiuling with an uncle's face.

The latter nodded, and then shook his head again, Meng Shichen thought that he was worried about what would go wrong with the knife, and explained to himself: "Don't worry, under certain conditions, my soul blade will kill people according to my decision, or kill the undead." It won't hurt you. ”

In order not to attract Tan Jiuling's attention, when she spoke again, she had already stabbed the soul blade into Tan Jiuling's vest with force.

"Okay, you can do it." Tan Jiuling's voice was floating, as if he was still thinking about things. But Meng Shichen, who heard his words, chuckled in his heart, and his eyes were tightly glued to the place where the soul blade and the flesh met.

How could it be useless? Meng Shichen pulled out the soul blade again and stabbed it again, repeating it several times with the same result.

Although Genna's undead spirit was trapped and appeared, it couldn't hurt half of it. "Tan Jiuling, I have bad news for you. The undead on your back seems to have fused with your blood and bones, and the soul blade can't hurt it. Meng Shichen leaned forward and took a closer look at the pattern.

Fused into his flesh and bones, perhaps this was the real reason why Tan Jiuling himself and the other soul slayers couldn't see this undead.

Meng Shichen didn't know what to do next, and after thinking hard, she decided to wait for the painting to come back, and then use his special ability to strip the undead out? It has melted into the bones and blood, but I'm afraid this is also a problem.

Although it was not within the entrusted task she accepted to help Tan Jiuling remove the spirit, Meng Shichen really didn't want to see her gold master die like this. Well, she felt that the group was too small, and she couldn't lose Tan Jiuling, who was both a father and a mother, for the time being.

Also, the fact that Tuanzi called him "mother" can be laughed at for more than a hundred years, how can he easily make it disappear?

"Mother!" Danko suddenly broke in with his soul body, and he was crying while standing next to the bed. Crying loudly like a mourner. Tan Jiuling tilted her head and smiled at her, telling her not to cry, but the more you comfort this little girl, the more fierce she will cry.

Moreover, he refused to get close to Tan Jiuling.

Meng Shichen has always been helpless against the crying of children, she wants to touch Tuanzi's head to comfort her. But after the little guy saw the pattern on Tan Jiuling's back, he cried even more fiercely, and sat directly on the ground, as if Tan Jiuling was dead.

"Tuanzi, you will cry to death if you do this." Meng Shichen tried to divert her attention from another angle, but she didn't expect to get an effect immediately.

Tuanzi sniffed: "I don't cry, I'm obedient, I don't want my mother to die." She endured her whimpering, but the tears were still rolling down, making Meng Shichen couldn't help but be surprised that the undead could cry tears in the soul state.

Tan Jiuling looked at the group that could endure crying to the extreme, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart. (To be continued.) )