After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Another jade card.

Qiao Wan's head just exploded, his temples jumped, and the damaged consciousness skyrocketed all the way in the sea of ​​consciousness, as if to break through the sea of ​​consciousness.

It felt like putting people in an out-of-size container, and in an instant, cold sweat soaked Qiao Wan's back.

He took a hard look at the clothes on the corpse. Although the man in the box was torn apart, it was still clear through the remaining fabric that it was of the same style as the ghost soldiers on the street. armor.

This jade card should be something similar to an identification card worn when marching.

Xuanwu Sect, Lingxiao Sect and Qingyun Sect, she had never heard of the existence of these sects before, if she could find the news of these sects, she should be able to find out the origin of this Yin soldier.

But at this moment, the corpse in the willow box suddenly began to wriggle.

The **** human head with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, and a **** hand grabbed forward sharply!

With a splitting headache, Qiao Wan was dragged into the wooden box by surprise.

click.

The willow box is closed again.

Falling into a box of corpses, the smell of blood and rot penetrated into the nasal cavity overwhelmingly, and felt the subtle touch under him. After realizing what happened, Qiao Wan was stunned, and the hairs and hairs all over his body exploded!

Beneath her was a box of man's corpses.

□□Mom.

Heartbeat out of control, almost swearing, Qiao Wan hurriedly got up, stretched out her hand and pushed the lid of the box.

Did not push.

Qiao Wan's heart sank.

The box was re-nailed tightly.

There was darkness in front of her eyes, and only a box of broken corpses was left to accompany her.

This box looks small, but it can fit a whole large living person.

Even if you have experienced Centipede Bodhisattva and Stupa, it is completely different from the feeling of being locked up with a box of broken corpses.

Feeling the cold and sticky touch under her body, Qiao Wan's back felt numb.

God knows where she's sitting now, on the wrist? Or on your feet?

But even if he was afraid, he had to bite the bullet. Qiao Wan stretched out her hand and slowly groped in the box, swallowed her saliva, and tried to stabilize her mind.

There must be something in this box.

Deliberately ignoring the strange feeling of his subordinates, finally, Qiao Wan seemed to have reached something, and it was cold.

Before she could **** carefully, the thing paused for a second, and suddenly wrapped around her finger!

This feeling! is the hand!

At that moment, Qiao Wan could feel that the blood all over his body began to freeze.

What she touched was a little finger.

The little finger suddenly wrapped around her finger, and at the same time, the corpse under her body was wriggling like life, and gradually came up.

...

Yu Xingzhi: "Ferocious coffin?!"

No inn will be made into a coffin, this is not an inn at all, the whole inn is a coffin inside and out!

Realizing what was wrong, Yu Xingzhi's face changed: "That Lu Cixian?!"

Ma Huaizhen's eyes were cold, and without hesitation, he turned his wheelchair and entered the second-floor inn in front of him: "Go in and have a look."

...

Qiao Wan felt as if she had a dream.

Look down.

He was wearing a coarse cloth, with a **** on his shoulder, and his palms were wide.

This is not her hand.

Holding the **** tightly, he took a few steps forward.

She was dragged into a wooden box by "Jing Yongxin" before, and then Jing Yongxin's corpse wrapped her... Thinking about it, Qiao Wan suddenly realized, could she be dragged into Jing Yongxin's memories?

Just after taking a few steps forward, there was a sudden call from behind.

"Yongxin!"

Qiao Wan turned her head. Several dark-skinned teenagers came running barefoot. The brothers put their arms on their shoulders and asked with a smile, "I heard that the aunt gave birth to a younger brother for you?"

Qiao Wan thought silently, it seems that this is indeed Jing Yongxin's memory.

Calm down, Qiao Wan quietly walked through Jing Yongxin's past again.

Jing Yongxin is no different from ordinary monks. His family has been a farmer for generations and lived by shaving food in the fields. Unfortunately, he was born at an untimely time and caught up with the invasion of the Demon Domain.

The demon domain invaded, the world was in chaos, visions were full, and evil spirits were rampant.

Except for Jing Yongxin, there are six members of the Jing family, and none of them have spiritual roots. Therefore, under this circumstance, Jing Yongxin left home logically and stepped into the realm of self-cultivation. Due to insufficient qualifications, he could only worship Qingyun, who was not well-known at the time. Zong.

Later, when he went to the battlefield, before he could react, he was chopped into pieces in a confused way. Before he died, he still had an unsent letter from his family in his arms.

Jing Yongxin's life flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern, and finally a valley filled with corpses was frozen.

There are thousands of walls on both sides of the valley, the valley is steep and narrow, and the wind is constant throughout the seasons.

"Qiao Wan" In other words, Jing Yongxin stared at this scene in a trance.

The banner with the character "Summer" fell over, corpses spread across the field, and blood flowed into rivers.

He was completely unaware of the injuries on his body, and the Shuofeng blew his face with blood and dust, his lungs were like a bellows, and his heart was beating fast.

The picture in front of me seemed to be slowed down in an instant, so slow that I could hear every breath.

Thick and short.

call--

call--

call--

Looking up, the sun was hanging coldly in the sky, the sunlight was dazzling.

Qiao Wan's lungs felt as uncomfortable as they were about to explode, and every breath seemed to be doing her best.

A flower in front of you.

A hoarse roar came from the ear: "Withdraw!! Quickly withdraw!!"

As soon as he turned his head, he met a face with split eyes. This man's eyebrows and eyes looked a bit like Cen Xiangnan.

"Cen Xiangnan" his eyes were blood red, his mouth was splashing, and he hissed: "Feng Zhao has betrayed!!"

Feng Zhao betrayed?

Who is Feng Zhao?

Before Qiao Wan could react, a golden light flew by, and the man in front of him was beheaded on the spot!

The gushing blood splashed all over Qiao Wan.

This streak of golden light shot up and down in the valley, coming and going, and in a few moments, the monk fell to the ground like a sickle cutting wheat.

Blood soaked the gravel, and the rough mountain wind roaring in the valley slapped his face.

This golden light finally fell back into the hands of a young monk in a cassock.

The young monk was handsome, with a gentle and amiable smile. The wind blew the sleeves of his cassocks, stepped over the corpses and walked over step by step. When he raised his head, he revealed a pair of Biyingying eyes! !

Jing Yongxin stumbled and ran forward!

Before he ran a few steps away, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the dazzling golden light crisscrossed directly into his eyes.

Jing Yongxin's eyes widened in disbelief, looking desperately at the "red line" that spread rapidly in the palm of his hand. The red line spread rapidly along the palm to the wrist, neck, and big legs.

In the blink of an eye, the whole person "crashed" from head to neck, hands, feet, and torso, and instantly cracked inch by inch.

At the last glance before dying, I saw a figure in blue clothes stained with blood, a man standing with a sword across, a few words with strong strokes engraved on the black-gold hilt.

"Wen Shi Xing Zhu".

Qiao Wan suddenly woke up!

Before dying, he was terrified to the point of distorted despair, and the repressed gasping sound seemed to still reverberate in his ears.

This is Jing Yongxin's memory before his death, as for the monk he saw before his death.

The four words immediately popped into my mind.

Blue-eyed evil Buddha.

Qiao Wan tensed her back instantly, and a chill climbed up her tailbone.

...

The inn was empty.

There is no back of Lu Cixian.

Ma Huaizhen's face darkened slightly, and his eyes squinted for a while.

Not on the first floor.

Upstairs, there is no second floor.

Almost tripped by a few willow boxes in front of him, Yu Xingzhi frowned and asked the "girl" beside him, "This is?"

Wang Ruyi said strangely, "I didn't see these boxes before."

Ma Huaizhen said decisively, "Open it and take a look."

Prying open the box, Yu Xing was stunned, and a heart almost jumped out of his throat.

A box of corpses!

The head is on the top, the hands, feet and other pieces of meat are neatly placed below, and a jade plaque is placed under the head.

Glancing over these willow boxes, Yu Xingzhi clearly thought of something bad, and his face turned blue: "Are these boxes?"

"Jade card," Ma Huaizhen said in a low voice, "give it to me."

Yu Xingzhi looked at the man in the wheelchair complicatedly.

As soon as he opened the wooden box and saw the broken corpses in the box, Ma Huaizhen didn't even move his eyebrows.

He took a look at the jade plaque handed by Yu Xingzhi.

"Cao Luping..."

"The Giant Spirit Gate..."

"Twenty-four years..."

Ma Huaizhen clenched the jade card tightly.

"Summer" word battle flag.

On the way here, Lu Cixian said that he had seen "Xuanwu Sect" and "Lingxiao Sect" on the jade card, plus the "Giant Spirit Gate" on the jade card.

Basically, he has been able to determine the identity of this batch of Yin soldiers.

Ma Huaizhen's face was not right, Yu Xingzhi frowned and said, "Ma...Senior?"

Ma Huaizhen slipped the jade card into his sleeve and raised his eyes, "Look for Lu Cixian first."

The man's eyes were stern as he swept the willow boxes in front of him one by one.

Twelve boxes were silent, quietly piled in the aisle on the second floor.

The silence is only temporary.

The entire inn is a large coffin, so we can't stay longer.

At this moment, one of the willow boxes suddenly moved!

The willow box shook for a while, and the lid was pushed open from it.

The second the thing in the box climbed out, Ma Huaizhen made a decisive decision, turned the wheelchair, protected Wang Ruyi, and with a kick, kicked the **** thing out two feet away!

The contents of the box rumbled down the stairs.

puff-

Knocked his face to the ground.

Qiao Wan, who had just climbed out of the willow box and was kicked downstairs, wiped the nosebleed from under her nose in a dizzy way:...Fuck, it hurts.

After seeing what he was kicking, the stern expression on Ma Huaizhen's face became extremely subtle for a while, and after a while, he shrank his feet behind the wheelchair very calmly.

Yu Xingzhi looked back at the willow box that was still stuffed with corpses, and then at Qiao Wan who had just climbed out of the box. He was horrified, looking at Qiao Wan's eyes as if he was looking at a pervert: "Lu Cixian ?!"

Wang Ruyi stuck his head out from behind Ma Huaizhen and blinked, "Xiao Lu?"

Not knowing that he had kicked the wrong person in the slightest, Ma Huaizhen retracted his gaze and whispered very calmly and gracefully, "If you find it, go out first, you can't stay here any longer."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the inn suddenly closed with a loud bang.

Another gloomy male voice rang out.

Yan Shiyuan stood in front of the door with a gloomy expression: "Fellow Daoists, come uninvited, do you want to leave after turning over the things below?"