Chapter 2 Young Corpse Demon
The junior sister is the apple of the master’s eye. After returning to the sect this time, the junior sister will definitely inform the master about these rare treasures.
By then, these Baby, where is his share?
It’s better to just do one thing and keep doing the other!
But when I think of the charming appearance of my junior sister, I can't help but feel weak again.
How could he go so far as to destroy such a lovely person?
Forget it, let her help put away these treasures first, wait until there is no one in a quiet and perfect place, and then force her to take them.
When she completely becomes his own, she will have no worries about keeping secrets for him.
His wishful thinking was quite good, but that woman was not an innocent person.
The moment he pushed her away, her gaze remained on his face, and she could naturally see the ferocious murderous intent.
She closed her eyes in deep exhaustion, feeling slightly cold.
"Junior sister, please stop standing around stupidly and help senior brother pick them up. What senior brother said just now was just a joke. After we go out, senior brother will definitely share half of these treasures with you and let you choose first. . ”
But the woman made up her mind, and as soon as she left this place, she would find an opportunity to leave his side.
The man let out a soft sigh, and his eyes fell on the small sword on the young man's chest. With his eyesight, he could not tell the origin of the sword, but the coffin looked old, and the small sword was still the same. It is extremely new and has not been eroded by time at all. It must be extraordinary.
He stretched out his hand to get the small sword.
Seeing his actions, the girl couldn't bear his blasphemy against the souls of the dead, and quickly stopped her: "Brother, just collect the burial objects. The deceased is the most important, so don't touch his body anymore."
Hearing After saying this, a look of anger rose from the man's brows, and the junior sister was worried about this dead ghost every line of her words. Maybe it was because she saw how good this dead ghost young man looked that she felt love and pity in her heart.
He was so jealous that he couldn't even listen to what she said. He moved faster and faster. He held the hilt of the sword hard and drew hard. He only heard a crisp "click" sound, but he didn't pull it out. cents, stuck deeply on his sternum.
The man's face became more and more gloomy, and he put down the sword in his hand.
With his hands on his body, he simply sat on the young man's body and pulled out the small sword with all his strength.
The woman closed her eyes guiltily, clasped her hands and saluted in the direction of the boy.
I recited the Rebirth Mantra silently in my heart, hoping that this young man could rest in peace.
The moment the woman closed her eyes, the corpse opened its eyes that had not been opened for hundreds of years.
His eyes were dark, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water without a trace of waves. His eyes were empty, and his pupils were a circle larger than those of ordinary people. They were deep and a little penetrating.
The man lowered his head and tried hard to pull it out, but still couldn't pull out the sword. He didn't realize that the corpse under him had opened his eyes.
The dead boy looked dazed, unaware of his current situation, and his eyes moved extremely slowly.
He looked at the strange man in front of him and moved his pale lips, but could not make a sound.
He raised his hands stiffly, and there was a heart-wrenching "click" sound between the bones and joints.
The crisp sound is extremely clear in this silent coffin.
The woman opened her eyes suddenly, her legs were weak with fear, and she fell directly into the coffin.
The man also stopped moving, raised his head suddenly, and looked in disbelief at the corpse that didn't know when he opened his eyes.
The shock in my heart lasted only a few breaths, and then my face turned into a sneer, and I said sarcastically: "I have been tormenting you for so long, and now I am turning into a corpse. I want to scare people, but it is too late. Junior sister, don't be afraid, it's just a person who has just recovered. It’s just a sane little corpse demon, nothing to be afraid of.”
"Kakaka."
While he was speaking, the dead boy finally raised his arms and put them on his shoulders with difficulty, his Adam's apple rolling slightly. He tried to open his lips, and the sharp fangs were looming.
The woman's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this young corpse demon was going to bite someone.
He was about to say something to remind him, but then he thought about how his senior brother needed her to remind him because he was very capable, so he became angry and stopped talking.
However, the young corpse demon did not want to bite anyone. He struggled to produce a note in his mouth, but it was not a human language.
"This is corpse talk. This little guy is probably threatening us to get out of his chassis." The man sneered.
The girl was slightly confused, because she could not see any threatening intentions or even a trace of malice on the young man's face. On the other hand, her senior brother looked more like a villain.
The young corpse demon obviously heard the sound coming from his mouth.
The confusion on his face became more intense, and there was also a hint of sadness, obviously he understood what kind of existence he had become.
But he still cheered up and opened his stiff mouth again. From his fragmented memory, he finally composed a piece of human language.
“Don’t…touch…that…sword…danger…leave….”
The girl was startled. This was the first time she saw the little corpse demon who had awakened for the first time. Emit human speech.
She frowned and said: "Brother, he didn't mean any harm. Maybe the little sword that killed him was really dangerous. Come here quickly."
The man laughed ferociously, but with no fear on his face, he freed up one hand and reached out to wave away the two stiff palms on his shoulders.
Then he strangled his neck hard and said viciously: "How dare you threaten me now! No matter what kind of virtue you are now, I will kill you easily!" The other hand But from beginning to end, he never left the dagger.
The woman's brows furrowed even deeper. She discovered that her senior brother's character was really too bad.
The young corpse demon was dead and his face was pale, but it was not because he strangled his neck. His body was dead and breathless, so he was naturally unaffected. However, the corpse demon's body was far more powerful than an ordinary person's. Naturally, he couldn't do anything to him with just his strength.
I don't know if it was the man's illusion, but with the light of the sword beside him, he discovered that the pale face of the young corpse demon had regained a trace of blood, and was no longer pale. It was more appropriate to describe it as a face like a crown jewel.
Damn it, it was just a corpse, how could it make him feel so confused.
Suddenly, there was a heart-piercing tingling sensation in my five fingers.
He lowered his head and saw that his hand was holding the small sword. At some point, there were pinprick-sized wounds on the pads of his five fingers!
Although the wound was small, it seemed to be connected with the tendons, and the blood in the body seemed to be free of charge, flowing crazily into the inconspicuous little sword.
The small sword still looks like before, with a silver hilt and no blade visible.
The blood was like flowing water, pouring into the body of the young corpse demon, as if the dry river had regained a trace of flowing water.
He is actually sucking his own blood and essence!
The man was furious and subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand.
But he was horrified to find that there seemed to be infinite adsorption force on the hilt of the small sword, which strongly attracted his palm to it.
He clearly felt that the essence and blood in his body was about to flow into the air, and he became increasingly frightened. The hand holding the young corpse demon trembled due to excessive force.
He said with a ferocious face: "Let me go, or I will kill you!"
The young corpse demon's consciousness, watered by blood, was no longer chaotic, and his dark pupils seemed to have a glimmer of light.
The confusion on his face disappeared, and there was only a calmness that made people's hearts tremble subconsciously.
His human language was no longer dry, and he looked at him calmly: "I am a dead person, how can you kill me?"
The man roared angrily, and the hand holding his neck gradually became weak as he lost too much blood.
His face was paler than a dead person, his cheekbones were deeply sunken, and his appearance was more terrifying than a ghost.
"Junior sister, save me!"
The frightened girl came to her senses in shock, quickly picked up the seven-star sword beside her, and poured her spiritual power into the sword crazily.
The sword light was strong, but she pointed tremblingly at the cheek of the young corpse demon and said in a trembling voice: "Let... let go of my senior brother!"
She didn't want to kill him, and she also understood that all this was because her senior brother was seeking death on his own, no one else.
What's more, the young corpse demon reminded the senior brother loudly from the beginning that it was the senior brother who was greedy and insisted on occupying other people's small swords, which led to the fatal disaster.
Although she understood the cause and effect, after all, she came from the same sect, and he was her father's favorite disciple. He was a very talented genius in the sect, so she could not be cruel enough to leave him alone.
But that sword couldn't cut it down.
The young corpse demon slowly closed his eyes and said calmly: "It's too late, I reminded him."
After such a brief hesitation, the man was exhausted and fell limply on top of the young corpse demon's body. His eyes were wide open, and the skin of his body was tightly attached to the skeleton. It was true that he looked like a human being, and he would die with his eyes open.
The woman stood there blankly holding her sword, obviously unable to accept this fact easily.
That senior fellow who was ambitious and full of longing for the future just died like this?
The body of the young corpse demon was no longer as stiff as before. He stretched out his hands to push away the man's body, sat up and looked at the woman with black eyes calmly, saying: "Do you want to kill me to avenge him? "
The woman was at a loss for a long time, looking at the young man whose eyes were as dead as his body, she lowered her sword in frustration, shook her head and said: "I don't know..."
It was a very strange feeling. He clearly killed his fellow disciple. He was clearly a murderous corpse demon.
But the strange thing is that she is not afraid of him at all. On the contrary, she feels more at ease getting along with him than her cold-tempered senior brother.
The young corpse demon lowered his head and thought for a moment, feeling that it would be better for him to explain himself.
"I didn't mean to kill him. This little sword must not be touched by the living."
The young man pointed at the fatal sword on his heart.
The woman's eyes followed his fingers, and she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart when she looked at the small sword that was deeply embedded in his heart.
What a good young man. Even after his death, he didn't feel any resentment. He even kindly reminded her not to touch the little sword.
The young corpse demon has been dead for many years and cannot feel any pain. Even if a foreign object is inserted into his heart, it is extremely uncomfortable.
He frowned, reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword, and pulled out the sword easily without any blood flowing out.
The woman glanced at him and originally didn't want to talk to him anymore, but in such a tense and quiet environment, she still couldn't hold back her voice.
"Hey, what's your name? Who killed you again?"
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