"This is..."
In the shadows.
Mi August, who transformed into a night game god wearing a night game trick, stood among them.
No one discovered her existence.
Ever since the turmoil broke out in Cuixia Valley, she has watched the whole process here.
The artificially planned tide, Cuixia Valley disciples killed each other, Liu Sheng captured Meng Tingchun, and then Meng Tingchun escaped from Liu Sheng and fell into the hands of the Cuixia Valley Valley Master, and fell into the enemy's attack with the Valley Master. Until now, the illusion was shattered, the Valley Master was killed, and Meng Tingchun collapsed and broke through.
At this time, Mi August, as a Yin god, had nowhere to hide in her eyes.
"Extreme Yin Body."
The secret hidden in Meng Tingchun was completely exposed at this moment.
Mi August also understood the reason why she was robbed.
It's just that before today, Meng Tingchun didn't show any difference, whether it was her cultivation speed or other aspects. How did the Yang faction notice her?
Mi August was thoughtful, all the known clues and information were going through her mind, connecting them quickly.
His eyes did not leave the scene, and he did not take action.
The spiritual master who killed the Cuixia Valley owner walked up to Meng Tingchun.
His whole body was covered with a layer of black mist, hiding his appearance.
The bone claw flew out of his sleeve and was about to grab Meng Tingchun, but he saw that the ground beneath Meng Tingchun's body was sunken, and her body was lifted up and disappeared, leaving the man in vain.
The Bone Claw Conspirator was furious, and he didn’t know that someone was trying to steal the food from the tiger’s mouth.
He quickly caught the aura fluctuations of the oriole behind him and chased it in one direction.
As we approached the edge of Cuixia Valley, we saw a lean guy emerging from the ground carrying a person on his shoulders.
“Stop running!”
The boneclaw trickster sneered.
Just like killing the Cuixia Valley Master before, the bone claws grabbed the lean spiritual master's Heavenly Spirit Cap as fast as lightning and crushed it to pieces.
Before the head was broken, he turned back and gave him a strange smile.
“Not good.”
It was too late for the Bone Claw trickster to realize something was wrong.
As the puppet dies, the spiritual explosion spreads around.
The Bone Claw trickster was hit and had a big hole in his chest.
He looked furious, and he didn't expect that he was being teased.
This method of attacking from east to west is extremely cunning. One glance shows that this person is very good at this. If he wasted so much time, Meng Tingchun might have been taken away by the opponent long ago.
I never imagined that everything I did was made into a wedding dress for others.
The Boneclaw trickster became angrier as he thought about it, and after thinking about it, he turned around and returned to Cuixia Valley.
At this time, deep in Cuixia Valley.
The lean trickster running underground ignored the raging monsters above, and his greedy eyes lingered on Meng Tingchun several times.
"If it weren't for the low reward for the mission, I would have made you my new clone."
He didn't recognize the spiritual qualities that Meng Tingchun revealed at this time, but The pure and kind Yin spirit attracted by Meng Tingchun can also tell that she is a treasure, otherwise she would not be rewarded.
Choosing between breaking the rules and giving up the reward of the mission, and having a spiritual master who knew no value in his hands, the lean spiritual master hesitated for a moment and chose the former.
"But the commission only said that you want to live, not how you want to live."
The lean spiritual master chuckled, and his eyes fell on Meng Tingchun's butterfly bone.
The butterfly bone is the most dense part of the female spiritual master’s Yin spirit, so it’s always right to intercept it first.
He wanted to dismantle the bones with his bare hands.
Meng Tingchun did not lose consciousness completely. It can be said that her consciousness was very clear at this time, but her body was weak and painful and she could not move.
She had never had her bones forcibly removed before, but just thinking about it she knew it would be very painful, and the butterfly bone happened to be one of the gathering points of the uncanny energy of Qigui's "Nightmare".
When the lean trickster was about to carry out his evil deeds, strange spiritual fields suddenly appeared in all directions, causing him to stop midway.
“What?”
The lean trickster listened, not sure if it was his hallucination.
wrong.
When he had such uncertain thoughts, it already explained the problem.
The Lean Conspirator has been doing desperate things all year round and has rich experience in facing all kinds of dangers.
He immediately stopped rushing underground and decided to leave this shortcut that had an unknown anomaly and was obviously no longer the safest route.
But as soon as he made a move, he found that the land around him became as heavy as a thousand stones.
"Could it be that guy is catching up!"
The first thing Lean Trickster thought of was the guy with the bone claws.
But after his secret observation, he was sure that the other party's cunning ability was not here.
If it wasn’t the bone claw, someone else was hiding it?
There is a praying mantis catching a cicada and an oriole behind it, but this oriole steals the food, and there are people guarding it with slingshots!
The lean trickster looked ugly and worked harder to break through, but found that the pressure became stronger when it was strong. He inadvertently relaxed, and the pressure also weakened.
"This is..."
"A strange story!" The lean trickster's eyes lit up at first, then became serious again.
If other tricksters or mages were to kill him while he was weak, they would not let him go when he was weak, so he was more likely to encounter strange stories that were restricted by rules.
The lean trickster groped for the pressure of the land and kept relaxing his body. Sure enough, the suffocating pressure around him was constantly weakening.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled proudly.
Although he is not a book cultivator and is not good at breaking the rules of ghost stories, he has safely avoided many ghost stories and killing rules based on his experience.
In the land.
The lean trickster completely relaxed and lay down. The land around him, which was no longer under pressure, was peristaltic like an intestine, leading him somewhere.
This feeling is not pleasant, as if you are in the stomach of some monster, and you can still hear the slight sound of squirming in your ears.
The lean trickster endured silently, waiting for a breakthrough.
"...little...loach, little..."
What?
The Lean Conspirator opened his eyes suddenly, searching for the murmur he heard in his ears that seemed distant and yet close, and seemed to be there but not at all.
"Little loach."
Finally he heard it clearly.
The sound of childlike songs.
“Slippery.”
“No skin.”
The lean trickster was stunned.
“Crooked.”
“No bones.”
“Hey, where is your skin?”
“It’s in the belly~”
"Eh? Where are your bones?"
"It's also in the belly."
"Why are they all in the belly."
"The little loach smiled and opened its mouth Mouth."
"Because the skin and bones are buried in the soil."
——Little loach, little loach.
——The little loach wants to eat soil, it wants to eat soil.
——Earth is all skin and bones.
Soil made of skin and bones!
Stir and knead.
Mixed into a ball.
“!!!”
The lean trickster’s eyes widened and he suddenly came back to his senses.
He smelled the strong smell of rancid blood in his nose, and his exposed skin felt a familiar yet weird fleshy stickiness, which contrasted with the dryness of his skin.
This kind of dryness has reached the point of extreme water shortage, like land that has been dry for a long time and cracks directly, exposing the veins inside.
Hands reached out from all sides and dug into his cracked skin to feel for his bones.
Ah~
I touched it.
Where are the bones.
Crush it and wrap it in a skin, it is most suitable for small loaches to eat.
Stroking the hand on the bone, the friction brings goosebumps.
If bones could give rise to goosebumps, the bones all over Lean Trickster's body would be covered with particles at this moment.
That’s crazy.
It’s terrible!
A tremor that reaches from the depths of the body to the soul.
The lean trickster frantically tore the foreign palms away from the bones.
Get out!
Get out of here!
“Slippery, no skin.”
“Crooked, no bones.”
"Where's your skin? Where's your bones?"
......
"Ahhhhh!"
The hands that can't finish digging into the bones .
Can't get rid of the stickiness that sticks to the skin and absorbs moisture, causing dryness and cracking.
The smell of decaying earth is getting heavier and heavier in my nose, and the nursery rhymes are getting sharper and shriller in my ears.
The lean trickster’s remaining sanity is the only thought of escaping from this place.
……