Chapter 15: Bloody Corpse Worms

The blizzard roaring in the wilderness held the most solemn funeral in the world for this town, and the world of ice and snow seemed to bury the sins of the world, bury everything that did not belong to this town, and the breathing of the whole town became slow and depressed, soaked in despair and terror. The silence in the air www.biquge.info the pen & fun > pavilion has a solemn feeling that makes people unable to breathe.

The sound of wailing came and went, the sound of the wind whistling by, sad and sad, like a ghost in the night sky, wandering in every corner of the town, putting a veil of silence and terror on the hazy town, and the killing Grim Reaper ruthlessly brandished his sickle, harvesting his own straw, maybe he also wanted to have a big harvest this year.

Death's scythe swung and the town was silent for three days, wails rang out from all sides at every turn, and on the fourth day, the harvest continued......

Zhao Haochen's heart was about to fall, and there was a shock in his mind, as if he had seen the most terrible nightmare, he took two steps back in surprise, turned around, grabbed Zhuge Wan'er's hand, and hurriedly ran towards the direction of the inn.

"Slow!" Zhuge Wan'er took a step, and was just about to leave with Zhao Haochen, her frowning brows suddenly relaxed, as if she had suddenly realized something, and stood in place like an old monk had settled down, motionless.

The air gradually filled the air with an eerie sound between strings and devil cry, piercing the eardrums so painfully that no one knew where the sound came from, as if it was an invitation from hell to hook people's souls. The light outside the window grew whiter, as if the apocalyptic end of the world was coming.

Zhao Haochen shrank, the huge fear in his pupils floated, his legs trembled, his lips turned slightly white, beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his forehead, hit the snow, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pull Wan'er back, but he felt that his body was numb and couldn't move.

Zhuge Wan'er's face was serious, the cold wind blew across her cheeks, and her clear outline showed her huge shock, her beautiful face seemed to have seen something terrible, and gradually distorted a little, her two eyebrows were twisted together, her heart seemed to be shaking, and her two eyes flashed with horror, staring at the front.

A series of sounds suddenly sounded in the air, dull and low. The white skin on the pale corpse began to squirm in bursts, and the sound of popping was like death opening its arms and embracing everyone.

Under the shock, the blood-red and bulging insects slowly penetrated the skin, slowly wriggled from the inside of the corpse, and burst out of the holes, like countless bright red round water droplets, shooting the corpses out of countless holes.

These blood-soaked insects were like countless red particles, crawling leisurely on the corpse. Countless round and bright red insects with big bellies, hideous and terrifying, a pair of hind feet like sharp blades, breathtaking, a pair of front feet is a sharp knife, waving forward, two blood-red eyes full of bloodthirsty light, around a circle, towards the surrounding insects frantically biting away.

The fine red blood mist flew all over the sky, and it was like red dust staining the tall white stone walls around it. The round and full red blood beads shattered one after another, turning into large and small raindrops, and poured on the corpse's miserable white body. Thousands of bloody bugs swarmed out of the holes, but some of them burst open without even a chance to come out, and viscous plasma gushed out of them.

Hideous, terrifying, bloody, cruel.

Mu Ne's disgusting insect had no expression, the dazed light in his eyes, marched towards all bloody things, sucked, and then became bigger, a pair of blood-red wings were beautiful in the sunlight, but the small body was hideous and terrifying, buzzing in the direction of human rights, quickly burrowing into the human body that had no time to dodge, after a convulsion, white foam flowed out of the corner of the mouth, slowly lost the bloody luster, and turned into a cold white corpse.

Zhao Haochen opened his eyes, the hellish scene in front of him made him unable to move with fear, he turned his head stiffly, and saw Zhuge Wan'er's face full of seriousness and fear, pale and bloodless face, as if he was choked by the throat of death.

"Wan'er, let's go quickly!" Zhao Haochen's face turned pale, his voice trembled, almost pleading.

An insect fluttered its wings, glanced around, fixed its gaze on Zhao Haochen, and swooped, rushing towards Zhao Haochen.

"Huh!" Zhao Haochen's shrunken figure suddenly became sharp, like a sharp sword, the sword slashed in all directions, the sharp sword qi roared out, and the fierce insects pounced as if they had seen something terrible, trying to flutter their wings, but helplessly turned into a burst of blood rain, dripping down.

The sharp sword qi was like a god's wrath, and it was unstoppable, and there was a sound of water droplets bursting, and the blood rain poured down from the sky, pouring on the top of people's heads.

"You...... Are you a sword cultivator?" Zhuge Wan'er stared at Zhao Haochen with burning eyes, what remained unchanged was fear and shock, but there was still a trace of longing, a face full of expectation, and an excitement that could not be concealed, permeating Zhuge Wan'er's beautiful face.

The crackling bloody raindrops hit Zhao Haochen's face, stretched out his hand to brush it away, the air was full of blood, faintly disgusting, slightly stunned, scratched the hair on the back of his head and smiled slightly, revealing snow-white teeth, a pair of eyes as bright as stars flashed with fine light, his eyes were direct and full of temperature, a touch of stubbornness flashed on his handsome little face, he nodded very seriously, a flower bloomed in his heart, spread the fragrance of flowers, secretly delighted, and nodded solemnly.

"Then do you have a sword stone?" Zhuge Wan'er's beautiful face was full of anticipation, and a touch of Qi Ji flashed in her eyes, but before Zhao Haochen could speak, she became overshadowed, and lowered her head deeply, like a flower that had been defeated, losing its brilliance, "You definitely don't have it! The Sword Emperor Pavilion was defeated, the Holy King destroyed all the sword stones, and you can still cultivate the sword, it is not easy, how can you ask you to have such a thing!"

"Sword Stone, could it be the broken stone in my chest that is used to raise the sword?"

"You can't give it to him!" "Jianzi seemed to be standing on the edge of the sky, arrogant and lonely.

"But this will help her, I can't refuse her request!" Zhao Haochen wrapped his two fingers, his eyes rolling, thinking of some kind of idea.

"I said no, I just can't!" Jianzi stood there motionless, his eagle-like eyes staring at Zhao Haochen, as if a peerless sword had fallen from the sky, like a god, and the light pierced into his body, like a ghost and god's anger, sharp and incomparable.

"Okay, good!" Zhao Haochen's face turned pale, and he waved his hands wildly, as if he was enchanted.

Jianzi looked at it lightly......