She played off after wearing the book

Chapter 631 Black Worm
Because the distance was not far, Qianqiao soon came to the door of the bamboo building.

Thinking that this might be a place where a senior once lived, out of politeness, Qianqiao raised her hand and knocked on the door before entering.

Unexpectedly, she had just knocked twice before the door opened automatically.

"excuse me…"

Qian Qiao glanced into the room vigilantly, and walked in after noticing anything unusual.

The decoration inside the house is simple and elegant, and it looks comfortable and warm. I think the owner of this bamboo house must be a person who knows life very well.

Qianqiao walked around the first floor first, but found nothing special, so she walked up to the second floor.

As soon as she stepped into the second floor, what greeted her eyes was an ink painting that was as tall as a person. Qianqiao only took a cursory glance and was attracted by the back of the woman in red in the painting.

Suddenly there was a touch of bright red in the ink, which was easy to attract the attention of others. In addition, the woman was slender and slender, and there was an indescribable charm in her gestures. Just a single back view is unforgettable.

Qian Qiao feels this way as a woman, let alone a man.

After taking his eyes off the ink painting, Qianqiao looked around, the second floor looked like a place where the owner of the bamboo building used to rest, with a bed and a dressing table.

Except for the painting that is interesting, the rest are ordinary things, nothing special.

Thinking that it was almost time to stroll here, Qian Qiao turned around and was about to go downstairs, but stopped when passing by the painting.

She clearly remembered that there was no poem mentioned in this painting before, so why is there an extra line of small characters on it now?

"Bodhi cleanses the dream of lead and flowers, and all phenomena in the world are originally empty. How about Bodhi? Follow the fate, follow the encounter, and follow the wind... Hiss!"

Qianqiao unconsciously read this line of the poem, but the sudden tingling pain on her arm made her gasp.

Previously, she was either thinking about problems or practicing epiphany, but now she remembered the bloody hole on her arm.

After tearing off the white cloth tied around the arm, a stench wafted out from the wound. Qian Qiao just glanced at it, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I saw that the surrounding area of ​​the wound had long been rotten, and the bloody hole pierced by the ribs was now covered with black worms like leeches.

The picture is so horrifying that it makes one's scalp tingle just by looking at it, but now is not the time to be afraid. If these horrible bugs are not dealt with as soon as possible, her left arm will be useless in a short time.

Qian Qiao took a deep breath, calmed down, and then took out a short sword from the storage bracelet, which was the one that Xiu Xiu gave her during the Chinese New Year.

Qian Qiao looked at the wriggling worms in the wound, and no longer hesitated in her heart. She swung her sword down, and a piece of carrion covered with black worms fell from the wound.

Qian Qiao ignored the carrion that fell to the ground, and continued to cut with her sword one sword at a time. If one ignored her pale face and trembling lips, she really couldn't tell that she was cutting her own flesh.

Qianqiao thought that she could get rid of those black worms in this way, but she didn't want to. When she cut until she could see the bones, a more horrifying scene happened.

I saw a black worm suddenly drilled out of the white bones with flesh and blood, followed by the second, and the third...

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiao's heart sank, knowing that her arm could not be kept.

In order to prevent those worms from penetrating into her body along the bone marrow, Qianqiao clenched the dagger in her hand, summoned up her spiritual power and swung it down.

　The remaining three chapters will be presented later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)