Black-purple wooden box.

In the wooden box, there is a long thorn cursed by the ghostly ghost.

There are countless irregular twists and barbs on the spines, and once they pass through the skin, what is twisted is a whole piece of meat.

That's why it's called a "ghost", and when it's entangled, it's a ghost that can't be shaken off.

The name of the ghost thorn was flourishing about seventy years ago.

At that time, there was a person named Huo Duo, whose family livelihood was average, and he relied on exercising in the blacksmith to maintain his life, and when the war happened, it was inevitable that anyone would wear a long sword and brute knife on his waist, so he was busy day and night, so that Wen Xian's wife at home was defiled by the children of the county.

His wife, Zhenjian, finally served Huo Duo for one night, and hanged herself from the banyan tree in the courtyard.

Huo Duo held his vicious teeth and rushed to the mansion of the gentleman with a ring knife.

How could Huo Duo's martial arts not be high in the first place, and the noble son had four or five bodyguards with some skills, dividing five by two, and then discounting Huo Duo on the ground.

After knowing the intention, the gentleman was very proud, and he didn't kill anyone, but he took off his belt, and after a while, he threw the sticky white liquid on Huo Duo's face, while laughing at the romance of the night and the muttering of Huo Duo's wife.

After returning, Huo Duo lost his heart and went crazy.

Without eating or drinking, he buried himself beside the iron furnace, forged day and night, and seventeen days later, carried this thorn of the devil and killed the son's house.

The four or five bodyguards surrounded Huo Duo again, but some people were not very touched by the ghost thorns, and immediately blood splattered, and a few pieces of fresh meat flew out and fell on the shoulders and the ground.

The disgusting scene made people cover their stomachs and fall down.

The boy was frightened and wanted to retreat, but he saw the hand of a bodyguard who stepped forward to stop him, and he was broken by the ghost stab.

The boy had nowhere to run, and his heart was pierced by a ghost stab.

He said lightly.

"I heard that Huo Duo gouged out that heart, and with a single stab, it was cut into seventeen petals. ”

Just imagining it made Ling Xiang shudder and curled up in his arms.

He hugged the woman in his arms and continued.

"So you shouldn't have to worry about me. ”

Ling Xiang pouted, her tender hand gently caressing his chest.

Because of the timely treatment, the wound is now healing and scabbing.

Ling Xiang sighed and said.

"You men are desperate outside, and you can't stop it. ”

"But the enemy, if you promise me, you must come back intact. ”

He pressed his chin against Ling Xiang's head to avoid those worried eyes.

It wasn't until he saw Meng Qingyi's shot that he realized that he was ignorant and crazy. It turned out that his martial arts were not as strong as he imagined.

His light skills are really not good, and sometimes even jumping on the wall, you need to think about it.

He didn't have any moves, and he couldn't help but be surprised by the brilliance of the "stealing the sky for the sword style" that day.

He only survived with a little wit, a little courage, a rush without hesitation, and the sharp ghost thorn in his hand.

He can kill people because he is young and strong, because he can still use his body to burst out and dodge deadly killers, or stab enemies under his horse.

But now, he has a wound on his body.

The wound was so deep that even if it was scabbed, it could be torn again, and it was impossible for him not to have an effect.

If the wound opens again, will he really be able to come back safely?

He couldn't have imagined.

He had decided not to think about it.

He looked at Ling Xiang tenderly and promised softly.

"Good. ”