The color of the wooden planks in the shipyard was not dark, and the bright red bloody footprints on the wooden boards were very distinct.

Especially after splashing the river water, the blood seemed to come to life, and it overflowed with the current at a very slow speed, and a large red stain spread inside the cabin, like a huge flower in full bloom.

"I can't brush it off." Several women rolled up their sleeves, took brushes and sat on the board, desperately brushing the marks:

"Why can't you brush it off?"

Song Qingxiao watched this scene coldly and did not say anything.

The second night crept in.

On this night, the wind was particularly strong, blowing on the shipyard, causing the boats on the river to collide with each other in chains, making a 'clang' sound.

The cold wind blew in through the curtains and windows of the shipyard, and whirled in the cabin, bringing a biting chill and a bloody smell.

A few frightened women were probably worried that yesterday's events would happen again, and before falling asleep, they no longer found a corner to sleep in as they did yesterday, but moved closer to each other.

Song Qingxiao still occupied the big bed in the shipyard with the fierce act of killing the inspector twice.

At dawn, the sound of footsteps sounded again.

The moment the girls, who had not slept well, heard the footsteps, they opened their eyes as if they had seen a ghost.

It's only been two days, and their faces are already very ugly.

The woman's cheeks had lost their luster, and two green shadows appeared under her eye sockets, like a refugee who had been hungry for a while.

The women all seemed to have a premonition that something was about to happen, and before the footsteps could get closer, they had already clenched their teeth.

That look seemed to be waiting for death to come.

'Knock knock-'

The heart pounded violently against the chest, making a chaotic thudding sound.

At this moment, a shadow approached again, and was reflected on the blowing curtain of the doorway.

The sound of dripping water brought in the smell of blood through the cracks in the curtains.

'Tick! ’

'Tick! ’

With the sound of water dripping on the wooden plank, everyone in the shipyard could clearly see that there were blood-colored water stains seeping into the shipyard on the ground.

"It's time to eat—"

An unusually hoarse male voice came into the ears of the women in the workshop, and the voice seemed to be filled with water, and when he spoke, he seemed to hear the 'grunt' sound of the water bubbles rolling.

Several of the women in the shipyard had a look of horror and despair in their eyes, as if the nightmare had returned.

The curtain was pulled open by a swollen, whitish hand, leaving a striking watermark on the curtain.

A familiar and strange face appeared in front of everyone, the eyelids were covered with blood, but there were a large number of blood-colored splashes in the eye sockets flowing out of the eyelids, and two creepy blood-colored tears flowed.

The corpse that died in the hands of Song Qingxiao again yesterday and was thrown into the river by everyone appeared in front of everyone again.

His body was still wrapped in the silk silk that the women had tied up yesterday to prevent him from raising his body, and at this time it hung at his side like a kelp full of water, making his walking posture unusually strange.

Song Qingxiao's gaze fell on the faces of several women, and their expressions were already terrified.

Several women gritted their teeth, despair spreading into their eyes, making their eyes tremble.

The woman holding the cat hugged the cat in her arms tightly, as if she regarded it as her spiritual pillar and did not let her psychological defense collapse, and she did not dare to breathe.

It's just that Song Qingxiao can tell from the trembling muscles of their cheeks that what they are afraid of is not the ghost that has returned from the corpse transformation in front of them.

Compared with the man's two deceased returns, they seemed to be more afraid of the revelation of the killing of the man that day.

She curled the corners of her mouth into a thoughtful smile.

Since the female ghost in red still hasn't shown up, then she wants to see what tricks this female ghost can play.

"Come here."

As usual in the previous two days, Song Qingxiao beckoned at the returning zombie and called him to come to him.

The man's eyelids moved, and although her eyes had been blown out, it still seemed as if he had accurately found her location.

He grinned his swollen and shiny mouth, and in the sound of 'gurgling', river water erupted from the corner of his mouth, and he raised his legs and slowly walked in the direction of Song Qingxiao.

The expressions of several women changed slightly.

There seemed to be a hint of other brilliance in the desperate eyes of the woman holding the cat, she hugged the cat in her arms tightly, and watched the corpse drag its heavy steps in the direction of Song Qingxiao.

'Click. ’

'Click, click. ’

The man had already walked in front of Song Qingxiao, and several women who were holding back their fears slowly raised their heads, holding their breath, looking at this extremely terrifying scene.

Just like the previous two days, the man stretched out his hand with a sluggish and stiff movement, but before he touched Song Qingxiao's shoulder, he was already pushed away by her.

Her leg kicked out again, and it kicked the man's shin with a 'bang'.

But something surprising happened.

The man's calf was like a steel plate, and after she kicked it out, it actually blocked her strength, and it did not break like yesterday or the day before yesterday.

The hand she reached out to wring his head off was blocked by a force - a cold, wet palm grabbed her wrist.

The soft skin of the river water was firmly attached to her skin, and the traces of water rushed down the place where they were close to her, and up her wrist, as if trying to get into her pores, and then into her bone marrow.

"I can't screw it up—"

The man looked at her and smiled suspiciously, and his blood-clotted eyelids trembled, as if he wanted to tear them apart again.

"Hmm-"

This scene fell into the eyes of several women, and they couldn't help but let out a snob of patience.

Song Qingxiao sat on the bed, and the zombie that had been soaked at least twice as much stood in front of her.

The swollen corpse completely obscured her figure, and fell into the eyes of the women, causing them to have a bad premonition.

Hope seemed to be shattered, and fear began to creep in the hearts of the women.

The deformed and distorted face after soaking came closer to Song Qingxiao, and as he spoke, a faint corpse breath splashed out of the corpse's mouth with cold droplets.

The moment the cold water squirted down her cheeks, Song Qingxiao was excited, and goosebumps stood up in an instant on the back of her neck.

But this feeling only affected her for a moment, and soon her gaze returned to clarity.

She knows her power.

After fusing the blue blood, the physical body has experienced the baptism of two thunder tribulations, and now it is no less than the demon beast of the seventh-order peak realm.

The kick she kicked out before, not to mention a corpse, even if it was a refined steel and iron bone, it would be kicked alive by her.

But this corpse was blocked, which shows that there is a lot of strangeness.

However, this kind of thought only turned in her heart, and at the moment of crisis, Song Qingxiao quickly suppressed this distracting thought.

Before the man's eyes opened, she spread out her other hand—

A short sword made of ice and snow appeared in the palm of her hand, and she flicked it backhand.

'Whoosh! ’

The sword qi turned into a silver rainbow, and it slashed at his neck with a 'clang'.

Under the slash of this force, a huge gap opened in the neck.

With a 'poof' sound, a large stream of water gushed out of the crack like a waterfall and spread down the neck.

"I'm going to kill you, not just to break your neck."

As soon as her voice fell, she used all her strength to slash at his neck again.

'Bang! ’

The chasm was slashed again, and it was cut even wider.

Half of his neck was torn, and the man's heavy head hung to one side.

He had to let go of Song Qingxiao's hand in order to lift his head.

Song Qing pushed his corpse to make some space, then held the sword in both hands and slashed it out again.

'Poof! ’

This time, the sword qi smoothly penetrated through his neck, cutting off the remaining sticky neck.

The head fell to the ground with a 'bang', and the headless body shook and fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

Song Qingxiao shook his arm that was sore from overexertion and stood up.

Her gaze fell on the women not far away, their eyes glazed over, as if they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

The despair in his eyes turned into chaos, but when he looked closely, there seemed to be a glimmer of brilliance.

It was like the sun breaking through the clouds, quickly dispelling this haze.

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Song Qing held the ice sword in his small hand, looked condescendingly at these women kneeling on the ground, and commanded lightly:

"Go get food."

There was also a convulsive corpse in front of her, and after the head was cut off, the man seemed to be out of breath, and stretched out his wet palm to grab her, but she stepped on it.

The feet pressed against the swollen palms, making a 'squeaking' sound, and blood was overflowing.

The sound of 'Titica' bones breaking sounded at Song Qing's little feet, and the palm struggled hard, but could not escape her clamps, and finally quieted down like a dead worm.

Song Qingxiao held the ice sword in one hand, and casually wiped off the water stains left by the man on his wrist after being grabbed by the man with the other, his expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

There was a bruised mark on her wrist, but she didn't scream or snort in pain.

A glimmer of luster slowly appeared in the eyes of several women, and the woman holding the cat no longer needed her to admonish, so she took the initiative to hide the cat again, lifted the bucket that was cooking yesterday, and went out with the curtain.

She had brought back more food this time than she had yesterday, and the soup in it was almost overflowing, making it a little difficult for her to carry it.

When the youngest girl saw her return safely, she hurriedly got up to get the bowl.

Like yesterday, the soup was divided into five bowls, but today there were quite a lot of portions, and there were still some left in the bucket.

The cat-hugging woman who was in charge of distributing the soup hesitated for a moment, and glanced at Song Qingxiao:

"Why don't you eat some-"

This was the first time that these women had tried to show a faint kindness to her since Song Qingxiao entered this shipyard the day before yesterday.

The rest of the women who were gobbling up the bowl also nodded, and the youngest silk drank the soup, and secretly moved her face from behind the bowl a little, revealing half of her bloodshot eyes:

"Your face is a little bad, maybe you didn't eat much yesterday-"

"Let's eat some." The woman holding the cat persuaded again.

The other three women didn't speak, and in the sound of swallowing, they hid their faces behind the bowl and secretly watched Song Qingxiao's reaction.

She didn't look in the mirror, but she could sense from the expressions and tones of several women that what they said should be true.

From the moment she stepped into the strange red mist, before entering this hundred years, her power had been affected.

With the passage of time, not only was her strength weakening, but her spiritual power and divine consciousness were also decreasing.

When slashing this corpse, the spiritual power was a little disobedient, and even used it several times before cutting it to the ground.

If there is no accident, in the next time, this corpse will probably return again, and once her spiritual power is weakened, it is very likely to fall into a crisis.

The woman holding the cat carried a bucket with broth, which exuded a fragrant smell.

What made Song Qingxiao feel a little bad was that her body, which had lost its need for such food, made a 'gurgling' sound in her stomach when she smelled the smell of broth.

A long-lost hunger rushed over her, causing her mouth to start a frenzied saliva secretion.

The heat rushed up, blurring the face of the cat-hugging woman.

She probably thought that Song Qingxiao didn't hear what she said, so she couldn't help but take a step forward with the bucket and get closer to Song Qingxiao:

"Eat some, fill your stomach—"

She cautiously persuaded:

"You haven't eaten for two nights......" Her gaze met Song Qingxiao's eyes through the heat: "After eating, you will feel better." ”

'Gollum! ’

There was a hunger sound in the stomach, and the appeal of the broth increased.

Hunger affected Song Qingxiao's state, making the ice sword she held in her hand seem to be untenable, and began to melt gradually, dripping ice water down.

Her strength was weakening, and the veins in her body seemed to be withering.

Song Qingxiao's eyelids drooped, hiding the coldness in her eyes.

If she hadn't guessed wrong, it would be after drinking the broth that her strength would be restored—to cope with the return of the corpse of the man she had killed.

But where is there such a good thing in this trial scene?

This broth is so useful to her, there must be a ghost in it.

"No need."

She shook her head, restrained her body's instinctive desire, and calmly replied to the woman holding the cat:

"You just share the food."

As soon as she finished saying this, the woman holding the cat was stunned.

The others were already gulping down, making a 'gurg, gurg' sound of soup.

Even the white cat in the arms of the woman holding the cat seemed to be hungry, and she poked out her head uneasily and made a 'meow' sound.

Seeing Song Qingxiao's repeated refusal, the woman did not persuade anymore, nodded immediately, and quickly picked up her own bowl and drank it quickly.

After a while, several people finished drinking, and they all stared at the remaining food in the bucket with extremely strange eyes.

Several people seemed to be about to fight, but Song Qingxiao sat on one side and stared at the women with a warning look.

She slew the corpses of men several times, establishing a unique prestige in the shipyard.

Under her gaze, the women did not dare to make a mistake, and finally decided to eat the remaining porridge.