Chapter 277 Baili... Immortal?
A sneer appeared on Fang Geyu's face. Unable to obey the sword in her hand, she kept walking in the direction of the female corpse's escape.
The slender fingertips slowly traced the sapphire at the end of the sword hilt, and then held the hilt firmly.
The blade of the sword is unsheathed even an inch!
The sky is frosty and the ground is white, and the city is full of murder!
Whether it was the walking corpses in the courtyard that were fleeing crazily towards the backland of the Underworld, or the black blood stains left on the ground, they were instantly strangled into a ball of blue smoke by the invisible and terrifying sword intent that invaded from all directions, and scattered across the sky and earth like a dream. between.
"If you want to get out of the sheath, then I will help you." Fang Geyu's sneer still lingered on his face, his pupils were deep: "After all, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."< br>
The strange and powerful sword under his hand stopped trembling and fighting again, and became quiet.
The blade of the sword, one inch out of its sheath, reflected the ink-like night, emitting a cold and icy light.
Fang Geyu let go of the hilt of the sword, and the sword seemed to be full of life, and sheathed that inch of distance on its own.
The frosty sword intent in the sky gradually dissipated, and Fang Geyu didn't stop walking. She found a basement covered with withered grass next to a heavy stone millstone in the west of the deserted house.
The surroundings were stained with mottled black blood, and the two iron doors sunk into the ground were ajar, with a deep darkness and cold atmosphere exuding from below.
Fang Geyu didn’t stop and went deeper.
The passage in the basement is extremely long and deep. After entering, you will find that it is more like a specially arranged dungeon prison than a basement.
This place seems to be buried in the dark earth. The smell of decaying coffins that have been soaked in corpse water for a long time floats in the air, which is moist and sticky.
There are no candles here, and it's pitch black ahead.
Fang Geyu took out a fire stick from the Qiankun bag and blew it on fire. The orange fire light dispelled the night-like darkness and illuminated the truth ahead.
She saw a female corpse dressed in red, huddled in pain in a pool of thick black blood. She was clearly the body of a ghost, but there was such a terrifying amount of dirty blood hidden in her soul.
This is simply like... feeding on blood all day long.
Her soft face was covered with ugly red blood blisters, as if she had been poured over by scalding boiling water. The bright red skin and flesh peeled off layer by layer along with the pus and blood, causing her to convulse in pain.
Different from the thick black blood on her sad face, the lips and teeth of the female corpse were stained with strands of bright red blood.
At this time, a weak groan with pain came from a dark corner.
Is there anyone alive in this deserted house?
Fang Geyu frowned slightly and handed over the fire folder in his hand. The firelight illuminated a figure covered in blood.
This man has not yet died, and is bound between his hands and feet by ghost chains made of bones.
His messy black hair was spread out, and his features could not be seen clearly. The man was wearing a purple sect sword robe. The sides of the sword robe were slightly open, revealing a fair and beautiful neck.
It was just as if a hungry dog had bitten off a large piece of flesh from the neck, and the flesh was flying ferociously, and the torn out tendons were spurting streams of blood.
The sleeve between the right wrist seemed to be torn apart by sharp claws, scattered into strips of cloth. The hidden sword originally hidden in the sleeve robe was also stained with rust and black spots, and fell to the body. Front foot.
Looking at this miserable appearance, if we don’t save him, I’m afraid he won’t be able to survive for long. It seemed that he had been locked up in the darkness for a long time, and the sudden warmth of the firelight was a bit stinging. The shoulders of the man who was weakly resting his head trembled slightly, and he raised a delicate and beautiful face.
With her bun in a bun, her eyebrows trimmed, her delicate nose, and her pink cherry lips, she was obviously extremely weak and embarrassed, but when she raised her head, she was crying like waves, just like a peony blooming.
She is actually a very beautiful... woman?
Fang Geyu looked at the clothes on this woman's body and the hideous scars on her neck where a large piece of flesh had been chewed away, and wondered why there is such a strong female cultivator in the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance?
The female cultivator obviously did not expect that she could really wait for rescue in such a desperate situation. After all, an abandoned house is an unusually dangerous place.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but cast an extremely grateful and excited look at Fang Geyu.
As everyone knows, this person overestimated Fang Geyu's compassion, not to mention that on the first day she entered the city, she suffered from the plan of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
At this moment, when I see a person from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, not to mention that I want her to be condescending and compassionate to save her, it would be a good idea if she doesn’t step on her hard.
Fang Geyu seemed to have never seen the miserable state of the delicate and beautiful lady, his arrogant eyes flitted over her body, and he stopped looking at her any longer.
Seeing this posture, you are not here to save people?
The man who was bound by the bone chain suddenly became anxious and hurriedly announced his family background: "I am the Baili Immortal of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance. If I can get the girl to save me today, I am willing to reward you heavily. Report!”
Fang Geyu couldn't bear the so-called heavy reward. She pretended to admire the female corpse He Sha and sneered: "You are quite capable. The young master of the deputy leader of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance will be captured by you." Come on, that thing in your mouth was bitten off the body of Baili Xianxian, right?"
The female corpse was lying on the ground, and the Yin energy around her body could not stop leaking out. She said: "I Now... you can't die yet."
Fang Geyu smiled, with a rather cold smile: "You are already dead."
The female corpse Hesha raised her eyes blurred with blood and tears. , wrapped in deep hatred: "I still have unfulfilled regrets!"
Fang Geyu came forward with the fire fold, but this time she didn't care about the filthy stench on the female corpse.
She slowly squatted in front of her, took out an ancient oil lamp, lit it, and placed it on the ground.
Then he took out a pot of water from the Qiankun Bag, and poured the cold water on the bloody cheeks and mouth of the female corpse, washing away the blood on her face and the pieces of meat in her mouth.
Fang Geyu said lightly: "Spit it out, it's not a good thing?"
The female corpse was startled, and then her face filled with resentment suddenly smiled. .
The corners of his eyes were pulled down into a curved shape. It was not the kind of ruthless and cold sneer, nor the cruel sneer of a ghost, but a smile that did not look like a ghost.
This smile diluted the ghostly aura in her body, and her eyebrows and eyes really seemed to have a bit of the innocent and bright shadow of the girl in coat by the lake.
The female corpse, Hesha, smiled and said, "Aren't you Tao Ziyan?"
How could that famous lady, a young lady from an aristocratic family, who had always looked down upon her, be so gentle to her?
Actually, she should have known this a long time ago. If it was really Tao Ziyan, how could she be hurt like this.
“What?” Fang Ge raised his eyebrows and said, “Knowing that Tao Ziyan and Yun Shulang, whom you tried every possible means to kill, are not here, do you regret taking action this time?”
The female corpse, Hesha, held up water with a trembling hand, and carefully cleaned her eyebrows. She laughed softly and said, "I regret it."
Congratulations for the appearance of a love rival
(End of this chapter)