Farmer's wife: Xianggong, if you are sick

Chapter 222 Hell
Song Yaomei knocked and tapped, thinking about where Jinniang was, and accidentally touched the inside of the table top.

Before Song Yaomei could react, the man fell down.

Li Sanlang hurried forward, grabbing Song Yaomei's leg, "My lady, don't be afraid!"

Song Yaomei didn't react at all, her feet were grabbed by Li Sanlang, and she yelled in fear, "Ah!"

Wang Putao looked at Li Sanlang's body that was about to fall completely, and also grabbed his ankle.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Ye also came to help.

But the floor tiles on the ground seemed to be very slippery. Even with the joint efforts of several people, Song Yaomei could not be pulled back, but all of them fell down.

When Yang Ye's feet finally left the ground, the secret door closed smoothly.

Fortunately, several people fell in front of Song Yaomei, who was the only one who knew no martial arts. Li Sanlang hugged Song Yaomei tightly in his arms.

So when it fell, no one was hurt.

But it was still very dark in front of him, and he could hardly see his fingers when he stretched out his hand.

But because there are a few people with us, everyone doesn't have too much fear.

Not long after, Wang Putao changed and ignited the fire.

Although it was a cluster of flames, there was some light at last.

But at this moment, Song Yaomei's eyes were covered by Li Sanlang.

Song Yaomei asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Li Sanlang, Wang Putao and Yang Ye looked at each other.

Looking at the large and small female specimens on the wall, each has a different look.

But without exception, these women all died miserable.

Song Yaomei broke away Li Sanlang's hand, although she had already made a prediction in her heart, she was still terrified by the sight in front of her.

Song Yaomei looked at the woman on the wall by the faint light.

Then he vomited so loudly.

Originally, because of drinking, he vomited all the contents of his stomach, but now he wants to vomit everything in his stomach.

After retching for a while, Yang Ye had already brought a torch from a distance.

Wang Putao lit the torch, and the whole space was illuminated by the torch, making the women on the walls even more lifelike.

All the way to the right, there are at least two dozen women.

Without exception, these women are all beautiful women, with enchanting figures, black hair on the temples, and about sixteen to sixteen years old.

Song Yaomei stared at the faces of these women, if it wasn't for the excessive whiteness, would Song Yaomei really think they were alive?

"They're all dead! They were stuffed and nailed to the wall."

Yang Ye looked completely professional, seeing him clasping his arms, Song Yaomei was furious, this guy didn't even vomit just now.

She suddenly had a kind of obsession, she just didn't want to be compared with that kid surnamed Yang.

Under Yang Ye's ostentatious gaze, Song Yaomei touched the woman's face on the wall.

To be honest, in the previous life and now, after living for so many years, I have never touched the face of a dead person.

She thought she would be very scared, but after touching it, Song Yaomei realized that the woman's skin can still be so good.

Smooth and elastic, it even seems to be able to pinch water.

The illusion must be an illusion, Song Yaomei thought repeatedly in her heart, if it wasn't for the illusion, it wouldn't be so realistic.

Song Yaomei closed her eyes, and then opened them again, but repeated several times, those women on the wall were still there, and even the cousins ​​on their faces hadn't changed.

Yang Ye still said that she would never give up on Song Yaomei, "This is not an illusion, but it is real. When did you see someone scolding you in an illusion?"

Song Yaomei didn't react at all, but she saw that Yang Ye had already flew out, facing the corpse on the far left.

In his hand was a wooden stick he picked up casually from the ground, "Don't let me out yet."

Wang Putao also flew over.

Song Yaomei also wanted to fly over, but seeing her weakened legs, she still leaned helplessly on Li Sanlang's body and walked slowly step by step.

Wang Putao was also holding a wooden stick, and Song Yaomei was looking for it all the way. Why is the ground so clean that there is no longer a wooden stick.

Song Yaomei looked at the old woman on the last wall and was almost scared to pee by herself.

Because this person is not someone else, but a woman who has been scratched, but looks like a big elder.

But the only difference is that this woman is wearing the same brocade as the previous woman.

Song Yaomei looked all the way, and it turned out that the woman with the scratched face was the most different from others.

"Being pretended, I can hear the anger." Yang Ye's expression was very serious.

Song Yaomei was almost laughed to death by Yang Ye, she almost laughed, but she looked very scared on her face, "General Yang, you kill people every day, you can hear the anger of this dead man, it's true!" It’s too powerful, someday teach me, okay?”

Yang Ye was facing the dead female body on the wall and was about to fight with it, so that Song Yaomei could know what it means to have both talent and appearance, and martial arts strategies are masters.

Let her know how much better he, Yang Ye, is than that foolish husband of hers.

"Today I will let you know what the anger of the dead is."

As Yang Ye said, he was about to go forward and give the female corpse a wooden stick.

But Wang Putao grabbed Yang Ye and shook his head at him.

Yang Ye was holding a wooden stick in his hand, he had nowhere to use his strength, he could only sulking while trembling.

Song Yaomei smiled, "General Yang, now you can tell me what real anger is."

Song Yaomei opened her ears with her hands, "I heard that too."

After speaking, Song Yaomei laughed loudly.

This smile couldn't stand it anymore, and it only made Yang Ye even more annoyed, "Can you stop me with the silly woman?"

Yang Ye faced Li Sanlang.

At this time, Song Yaomei was covering her stomach while backing away until she reached a particularly familiar place, and then she stopped.

Suddenly his face changed, and then he yelled and attacked her left hand.

After saying that, Wang Putao had already flown out, and the wooden stick in this hand was also pointing directly at her left hand.

When Yang Ye turned around, he saw that a white porcelain bottle in the woman's hand had been beaten and fell to the ground, and it was broken into several pieces immediately.

The red powder inside also floated out.

The woman on the wall hastily retracted her left foot.

Don't let the red powder get on your shoes.

As soon as the left foot was retracted, Zhi Evil's right foot was already carrying internal force, kicking the powder on the ground towards Wang Pupu and the others.

Wang Putao withdrew her internal energy and was still standing at the original place, but hurriedly took Yang Ye back a few steps.

The danger of being attacked by the red powder powder is avoided.

"Come here quickly!" Song Yaomei shouted from the side.

Wang Putao looked at the opened eyes of the woman on the wall, that kind of angry, vicious eyes, but didn't leave for a while, and stood where she was.

Fortunately, Yang Ye was quite useful at the critical moment, and he took Wang Putao and ran to Song Yaomei's side.

(End of this chapter)