Qu Jie wants to take away, he wants to use my body to live another life, and the reason why he can count in front of me step by step is that Li Xun is providing information, just as I expected, Li Xun is using Qu Jie's knife to kill people.

It's a pity that I knew it a little late, Qu Jie was like a cowhide plaster, clamping me from behind, making me unable to move.

"I'm coming!"

Wang Miaomiao spoke slowly at this time, and came to me with Chu Mo in her arms, but her eyes were not on me, but at Qu Jie with a pious gaze.

"Maniac!"

Wang Miaomiao's eyes frightened me, she didn't seem to hear my curses, but put Chu Mo on me, and then she took out a scalpel and slowly stretched out to Qu Jie behind me.

Wang Miaomiao's movements are very slow, coupled with her pious expression, which does not make people feel abnormal at all, but gives people a sense of sacredness.

The scalpel finally stopped next to my neck, and Wang Miaomiao's hand still didn't stop, slashing in a steady rhythm, and I could hear the tearing sound of the blade cutting into the flesh, and I could feel a sense of sluggishness.

I knew very well what was next to my neck, it was Qu Jie's throat, and Wang Miaomiao cut Qu Jie's throat.

When Wang Miaomiao withdrew her hand, a stream of hot liquid shot into my neck, and the smell of blood in my nose became even stronger.

I looked up and saw a smear of blood on the blade, and I guessed correctly, Qu Jie's throat was cut.

Wang Miao's eyes did not show the excitement when he peeled off his strong skin, but was more religious, and the blade in his hand did not stop, continuing to cut wounds on Qu Jie's body.

Qu Jie's blood slowly oozed out, flowing down from my neck, dyeing me blood-red and soaking Chu Mo's hair.

I could feel that Qu Jie's breath was getting weaker and weaker, but his hands were getting tighter and tighter, as if they were trying to rub me into his body.

"Qu Jie!"

Do all this, Wang Miaomiao prostrate at my feet and respectfully made a big salute.

Getting up again, she looked at me with more respect and a little more heat, just like she did with Qu Jie before, she used that scalpel to cut my body.

Her hands are very measured, and the scalpel just cuts out small openings, which will not let my blood flow too much, but just let Qu Jie's blood and mine blood mix better.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and Wang Miaomiao's ceremonial operation finally stopped, she picked up the bloody Chu Mo from my arms, cut Chu Mo's limbs respectively, and then lifted Chu Mo up and hung it above my head.

The moment Chu Mo's blood dripped on the top of my head, there was a strong force from Qu Jie's body, as if something was drilling into my body.

The small wounds on my body were also like countless ants gnawing at them, and I couldn't concentrate on resisting.

For a while, I was physically and mentally exhausted, and my consciousness was a little unclear.

In a daze, I seemed to see a three-headed and six-armed ghost king appear in front of me, he controlled my body, as if trying to pull me out of it.

I saw Zhao Liang, who was dying behind me, his face was blue and white, and the two fires on his left and right shoulders had been extinguished, only the fire above his head still had a faint flame.

I also saw Wang Miaomiao dancing around me, and there was a string of white bracelets on her wrists, and every time she danced, there was a strange wail from the bracelet.

There was a hint of a tiger's roar in that voice, and a kind of child's dying wail, and a sudden realization rose in my heart that the bone chain was made from the bones stolen from the tiger's mother, Grandma Wang.

Every time that wail sounded, the suction power coming from the three-headed and six-armed ghost king standing in front of me became stronger.

One sucked in the front, the other drilled in the back, and it didn't take long for me to leave my body and see myself from an outsider's perspective.

I soon knew that my soul was gone.

This feeling is very strange, as if I can fly, I always feel that I can go to heaven with a thought, but the three-headed and six-armed ghost king didn't give me a chance, he hugged me like a baby, and his hideous mouth was completely open, swallowing towards me.

Strangely, at this time, I was not scared or worried, but had the leisure to look at my entangled body with Qu Jie.

Qu Jie's body now has no luster at all, not only that, but the original perfect body shape has also dried up little by little, as if he is dozens of years old.

As time passed, he continued to age, but my body was getting better and better, my pale face gradually became a little shiny, and the Yin Hall, which had become a little dull due to injury, became fuller.

Most importantly, I saw that half of Qu Jie's body had entered my body, and I had a feeling that when he was completely in my body, he would be me, and I would never be able to take my body back.

"Eat!"

I thought I would die like this, but a word suddenly flashed in my heart, and the three-headed and six-armed ghost king also took me into his arms at this time.

I thought that the word came from the six-armed ghost king, because he was going to eat me, but I didn't expect that he didn't have a follow-up action, just hugged me.

"Ahh

The next moment, a painful wail sounded in my ears, something happened to the six-armed ghost king, a slight crack appeared in his hands, his face, every inch of his body, and the faces of pain and struggle were levitated.

A realization rose in my heart that there was no such thing as a six-armed ghost king, and the so-called six-armed ghost king was pieced together by resentful spirits.

Just like those infant spirits, Qu Jie tattooed the resentful souls he killed on his body in the form of tattoos, and every stitch, every pen and ink, may be the blood of the unjustly deceased.

I can't tell how many people he has killed over the years, and the only thing I can feel is the desperate wail.

The arms holding me were getting looser and looser, and I noticed the change, which was a snow-white flesh worm the size of a palm.

It squirmed on the body of the six-armed ghost king, and with each squirming, the cracks on the six-armed ghost king's body increased, and the desperate wails sounded a little.

Wang Miaomiao also felt a little wrong, she danced more energetically, her hands danced more diligently, and the tiger roar in the bracelet became louder and louder.

"Ahh

It seemed that it had reached a certain limit, the palm-sized snow-white flesh worm raised its head and let out a scream, the body of the six-armed ghost king broke inch by inch, and the hideous human faces rushed out, with only one goal, that is, Qu Jie, who was about to burrow into my body.

With full resentment, they grabbed one of Qu Jie's exposed legs and dragged them outward.

Under my gaze, Qu Jie was pulled out little by little, but my body was slowly liberated, and I watched all this in a daze, the change was too fast.

From despair to hope, it took only a minute.

And the cause was the palm-sized snow-white worm, it was it that destroyed the six-armed ghost king, tore through the disguise, and after it was successful, it turned into a phantom and burrowed into my heart.

Whether it is the appearance or the form, it is not much different from the natal Gu in Zhang Mo's body, I know that it is the Gu that Zhang Mo left in my body, and it is also the Gu seed in the mouth of the high priest.

I looked down at my heart, unlike my body, my soul was translucent, and the Gu seed was also translucent, it was lying there, motionless.

I looked up at my body, Qu Jie had been dragged out of most of it, and those resentful spirits were attached to his body and biting wildly.

"How is that possible?"

When his head was dragged out, his old face was full of incredulity, and he roared and struggled, trying to break free from the torn spirit of the spirit, but he couldn't break free.

He wanted to return to his original body, but he couldn't, and the body was lying on its back, and it was long gone.

I took a step forward, and the moment I reached out and touched my body, a suction force came from my body, and I subconsciously moved forward, returned to my body, and I came back to life again.

"No!"

The moment I recovered, I heard Qu Jie's desperate roar.

Looking back, what I saw was Qu Jie's unwilling eyes, and a smile like a relieved soul.

Qu Jie died, in a way that no one expected.

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