When Ji Erhuan saw Ximen Wuji take out a small bag and pour out the vicious spirit in the bag, he couldn't help but be frightened and his eyes straightened and his whole body went soft. ̄)〕sんц閣浼镄嗹載尛裞閲渎棢つ%.%ā

The malevolent spirit, also known as the blood maggot, is as big as a thumb, and its body is blood-red, and it is extremely ugly, like a fly maggot. But it's not a maggot, it's a very spiritual, extremely ferocious thousand-year-old evil spirit.

Known as the Malevolent Spirit, it is derived from the ferocity of the blood maggot and its ability to attack others at the behest of its raisers.

Under the command of its owner, he will not only devour the flesh and skin of the victim, but also burrow into the flesh of the victim after it has eaten enough, tearing the connection between the victim's skin and flesh, thus causing the victim unbearable pain.

"Khan Lasso, let me ask you again, where is the talisman? As long as you say it happily, I will give you a pleasure and make you suffer less. Otherwise, as soon as my baby shoots, you will not be able to survive, and you will not be able to die. Ximen Wuji pressed the blade of the short knife against Khan Lasso's chest.

Khan Laso closed his eyes, sighed and said, "Come on, the left and right are dead, why should you pretend." ”

Ximen Wuji was annoyed and angry: "I don't know what to do, let me see how hard your bones are." ”

He raised the knife in his hand, and Khan Laso screamed, and his chest was suddenly pulled apart, more than a foot long, and a wound half an inch deep.

Ximen Wuji sneered a few times, and shouted at the vicious spirit wriggling on the ground: "Come on, let me look at this old guy, how long can he last?"

The seemingly clumsy and vicious spirit suddenly bounced up, like a bolt of lightning, into the wound of Khan Lasso.

In the screams of Khan Lasso, the vicious spirit frantically tore and devoured Khan Lasso's flesh and blood.

"How's it going? Ximen Wuji laughed proudly: "Do you continue to carry it hard, or do you want to say where the talisman is?"

With his head bowed and staring in fear, the malevolent spirit that was devouring his flesh and causing him great pain cried out, "I said, I said. ”

Ximen Wuji snorted coldly: "It's boring, this hasn't started yet, you have become a soft egg, aren't you very hard in the bones?"

He took the malevolent spirit back into the bag and said disdainfully, "Say, where is the talisman?"

Khan Lasso let out a sigh of relief: "The talisman, the talisman is in the hands of my personal servant Gilhuan. ”

Gil Huan was taken aback: "Why does the old man want to harm me?"

Suddenly I thought again: "Could it be that the lord of the country asked me to hide in a place where no one can find me, and never come back, for this?"

I only heard Simon Wuji say: "What you said is true?"

Khan Lasso was drenched in a cold sweat: "It's true, he is my personal servant, and my letter seals and talismans have always been kept by him." ”

Ximen Wuji smiled hehehe, "Okay, I'll believe you once, and when I take down Ji Erhuan and take the talisman, I'll give you a good time." ”

He turned around and walked out of the camp tent, but he flipped back again, and said gloomily: "I almost forgot, as soon as the seal of your acupoint was lifted, with your skill, it was easy to break these ropes, so I had to break your big tendons and cut off your idea of escaping." ”

He waved his hand four times, cutting off the tendons of Khan Lasso's hands and feet, and Khan Lasso screamed and fainted. Simon Wuji smiled fiercely and walked away.

Gilhuan took the opportunity to sneak into the camp tent, untied the sweat rope from the wooden stake, and simply bandaged the wound of the sweat rope, and then woke the sweat rope.

"You, why did you come back? Do you still want to die?" Khan Laso looked at Ji Erhuan weakly: "I pushed the talisman on your body, if you are caught by the Simon dog thief, what will be good?"

Ji Erhuan put Khan Lasso on his back and said softly, "Don't talk about this yet, let's escape first." ”

Fortunately, Simon Wuji tried to cover up his plot, and there were no sentinels and patrols near the camp, which created an excellent opportunity for Gilhuan and Khan Lasso to escape.

Gilhuan escaped from the hunting grounds with Khan Lasso on his back, and he arranged for Khan Lasso to be at his relative's house. He took out the gold ingots and silver tickets that Khan Laso gave him: "Uncle, this person will be entrusted to you, if I don't come to collect the person myself, don't let anyone know that he is here with you, otherwise, your family will be killed." ”

After Gilhuan settled Khan Lasso, he immediately left his relative's house and fled to the country of Moxuet.

Before he could enter the border of the Moxue Ter, Ximen Wuji led someone to block his way.

"Gil Huan, where are you going in such a hurry?" Ximen Wuji, who was disguised as a sweat lasso, smiled coldly.

Ji Erhuan secretly screamed badly, and immediately stabilized his expression again, pretending to be surprised and said: "Guozhang, didn't you arrange for the little one to go to see King Biden of Moxuet?"

He looked at the guards behind Ximen Wuji: "Guozhang, what are you doing here?"

Ximen Wuji looked at Ji Erhuan coldly: "You don't need to go to Moxue Special Country, come back to Wendu City with me." ”

Ji Erhuan thought to himself: "Don't say that there are guards behind Ximen Wuji, even this old thief is alone, and I am not his opponent." Let's go back to Wendu City with him, and I'll do it again on the way. ”

Ximen Wuji didn't give him a chance to escape, and as soon as he entered the post house that day, Ximen Wuji sealed Ji Erhuan's acupoint and broke his legs.

"Did you save that old thing?, where is the talisman?" Ximen Wuji sat on the Taishi chair and looked coldly at the painful and struggling Ji Erhuan.

Gil Huan howled, "Who is the old thing? How can I know where the talisman is? ”

Ximen Wuji sneered: "Pretend, still pretend, right? The old man won't play dumb riddles with you." The old man is Ximen Wuji, not a bullshit countryman, Khan Lasso, do you know what I'm talking about this time?"

Ji Erhuan continued to pretend to be crazy and stupid: "Guozhang, what's wrong with you? Are you sick? You are obviously the master of Guozhang, how can you be Ximen Wuji?"

Annoyed and angry, Simon Wuji pulled open the wound on Gilhuan's body and placed the spirit of evil on Gilhuan's wound.

A heart-rending pain quickly spread through Gilhuan's wound.

Ximen Wuji popped out a pink cigarette ball and sealed Ji Erhuan's dumb hole, so that Ji Erhuan, who was in pain, couldn't scream.

Ximen Wuji coldly admired Gilhuan's painful struggle, and after a while, he withdrew the malevolent spirit.

"What? Do you want to say something?" Simon Wuji's vicious eyes shot a murderous light.

"Simon thief. Gil Huan gasped weakly, knowing that it was pointless to pretend again, it was better to face it calmly: "Kill grandpa, grandpa really doesn't know anything, don't waste your efforts." ”

Ximen Wuji sneered, "You'll know." ”

He put the malevolent spirit back on Gilhuan's wound and said to himself, "It's been a long time since my baby has swam in human flesh, let it play with you today." ”