Zongling Biography

Chapter 231 The Throat Is Ruined
The small stone hit the sledgehammer one after another, without any attempt to let go of her posture. Her body had been smashed into a mass of fleshy paste, and her phantom in human form knelt on the ground.

"Don't smash it! Xiaoxian, spare your life! I won't dare again!"

This phantom was her primordial spirit, and she kowtowed repeatedly to beg for mercy.

Ji Sijiu turned sideways to avoid her, preventing her from facing her.

"Everyone, I beg you, save me a humble life. I have cultivated for more than 100 years, and I am really confused. Please give me a chance to correct myself..."

The moment she raised her head, Ji Sijiu almost vomited.

Half of the skin on her face had been shed, and her original face could not be seen clearly at all.

She waved her hand and said with some discomfort: "Little Shishi, take her away!"

Little Shitou was carrying a hammer on his shoulder, and asked casually, "Where are you taking it?"

Yueying sighed, "You can take it to the fifth master, or send it directly to the third master Chang. His race will let him decide how to punish him!"

The little snake spirit underground shook his head in fear, "No, don't bring me to Third Master Chang, don't!"

Little Shitou picked up her collar, "You talk a lot!"

Then it disappeared together with the snake essence...

Chang Sanye is the immortal of the snake family, known for being cruel and merciless, and he never protects his faults, no matter whether the person who made a mistake is a little fairy or a ghost of the Chang family, he treats him equally, and he should be punished, never Mercy.

This black snake spirit was in the hands of the third master, but he couldn't get any good results.

Xihua and Yueying also disappeared, and Ji Sijiu smiled as she saw red blood dripping from Zong Chanjing's fingers.

She patted Zong Chanjing's face, and seeing that she didn't respond, she increased her strength until she...woke her up.

Zong Chanjing gradually opened her eyes, feeling the burning pain in her stomach and esophagus, and she was stunned when she made a sound.

Her voice...how did it become like this?
She tried to say something again, "What's wrong with me?"

Still like this, dumb and ugly like an old woman...

Ji Sijiu was holding her hand and pulling out the needles one by one. The tips of the silver needles had turned black. Ji Sijiu shook her head regretfully. These ten silver needles were considered unusable.

"Your life was saved, but your speech will become like this in the future, that spirit hurt your throat.

Also, take good care of your body recently, don't be careless! "

Ah Lu stepped forward to help her untie her. When she saw the puddle of meat paste on the ground, she opened her mouth in shock.

"Where... where did this come from?"

Ji Sijiu followed her gaze, "You vomited, but you're already dead!"

She continued to order: "Afu, tell them to come in!"

Zong Chanjing was already slumped on the chair, and seeing the puddle of meat on the ground felt sick to his stomach.

How could there be such a thing in her stomach! ! !

When everyone came in, they all covered their mouths immediately, because the whole room was exuding a huge stench!
He Zhiyue stepped forward and asked, "Sijiu, what's going on?"

"She's fine! But it's weak, find someone to carry her back! And this ointment, apply it once a day, she knows where to apply it herself.

Oh!By the way, the one on the ground is the original body of the spirit that killed her, but the shape is so blurry that it is a little black snake.

It should be the black snake spirit who confused Wang Yu'an, so...

The rest is the Zong family's own business behind closed doors, and it is inconvenient for me to intervene too much. "

(End of this chapter)