Chapter 378 Ghost Carriage
In the dark night, a shadow fell gently like the wind, landing weightlessly on a tree crown.
That’s Yuan Ji.
She was dressed in tulle dancing in the wind. Her snow-white skin was looming under the gauze skirt, and her long black hair stirred up a strange fragrance. If it weren't for her blood-stained and frightening eyes, , I am afraid that no matter how strong a man is, his blood will boil and he will lose his mind when he sees her.
Yuan Ji looked into the distance, where the official road was, and a carriage was slowly moving forward.
She tilted her head again.
In another place, the majestic outline of the capital city in the dark night was faintly visible.
"What a powerful person..."
She turned her attention to the carriage again, with the charm in her eyes almost dripping out, and said with a smile: "That Taoist priest Chen Feng didn't even bother me. It takes a lot of effort to kill him, but you killed him... Now I can't even feel how many people are in the car!"
"Young and strong, with such a body... I like it so much, I really want it!”
Before the laughter had settled down, her figure had disappeared.
The wind has not yet risen, but people have arrived.
While the carriage was driving leisurely, Yuan Ji suddenly appeared on the roof of the carriage!
She had a weird smile on her face, which was a mix of charm, ferocity, lust, and violence... It was extremely beautiful, but also extremely terrifying.
The moment she landed, she raised her hand high, and extremely powerful true energy gathered in her palm in an instant.
This true energy was pure and condensed. The moment it condensed, the chirping of insects and birds in the forest seemed to stop.
But just as the palm struck, a lazy and curious voice suddenly sounded in her heart.
"Ah? Aren't all the people in Xuannv Palace dead yet? How come there is still a legacy left?"
Yuan Ji was shocked, but she did not stop waving her palm. , hit the carriage hard!
A bang...
The carriage did not move, and the seemingly fragile wooden boards were not even cracked.
Yuan Ji’s pupils suddenly shrank.
The next moment, a familiar force suddenly returned from the carriage to her palm and hit herself!
The true energy burst out in all directions, and Yuan Ji exclaimed, flying backwards and landing heavily ten feet away.
When she got up, there were red marks like peach blossoms on her skin, her eyes became extremely blurred, and every time she took a breath, she exhaled a large ball of hot air...< br>
"Jie Jie Jie..."
The weird voice just now rang in her ears again: "Back then, most of Xuannv Palace was taken over by me as a cauldron. Looking at this little incense, you Get out of here now, I won’t kill you, just get out of here.”
Yuan Ji was startled at first, but then she let out a charming smile.
"The little lady thought that the person in the car was a Qianlong, but unexpectedly... it turned out to be a powerful senior?"
Her eyes were as charming as silk, and she gasped: "Senior, why not You will also take me as a cauldron, so that I can see how powerful you are!”
At the end of her words, her tone suddenly became a little harsher, her body moved violently, and she rushed towards the carriage.
"Tsk, narcissistic."
The voice cooled down: "I can't stand an old woman like you."
Hearing the word "old woman" , Yuan Ji's face changed drastically, and her smile became extremely ferocious. She said no more, but suddenly accelerated to the front of the carriage, then twisted around and rushed straight into the carriage!
This time, no one stopped her.
In the blink of an eye, Yuan Ji got into the carriage with a sinister smile, and clapped both hands at the same time - nothing happened.
In the carriage, she froze on the spot, and the huge force she had accumulated in both hands hit the air. The moment the strange and feminine palm force hit, she disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.
There is... no one in this car.
In the carriage, some luggage was strewn about, and it didn’t look like anyone was there.
But if there is no one, just now...who was it?
She was still dazed, and that weird voice came from behind her leisurely!
"Tsk, the face is fake, the breasts are fake, and the butt is fake..."
The hoarse and disdainful voice said: "Which man wants to get into your bed? It’s really bad luck for eight lifetimes.”
The voice was very close, as if it was right next to her back and talking behind her ear. Yuan Ji was shocked, and suddenly turned around and waved her palm, but when she waved her arm, only a faint black mist dissipated from her palm, and other than that, there was nothing.
A chill arose from the bottom of her heart.
Is this a spell?
Yuan Ji realized something was wrong. She came to kill Wu Yan's woman, not to fight a strange opponent to the death.
Of course, this thought... first occurred when she realized that she was really going to die.
Loss, it’s not like Yuan Ji hasn’t experienced it before.
But it's a different feeling to not even see the opponent's face and to be played with in the palm of your hand!
For a moment, Yuan Ji only had the idea of escape. She no longer had the slightest intention to fight. She took a breath and rushed out of the carriage.
But by this time, it was too late...
...
"No one really came to us."
In the woods, Qiu Chan, who was supported by Fu Qingzhou, was still a little weak, but still chuckled and said: "Your plan is really good."
Yuan Ziping, who was walking in front, was a little confused: "But Master, what exactly is it? Who is driving the carriage? "
Fu Qingzhou, Qiu Chan, and Tang Jiao smiled knowingly but said nothing.
Qiu Chan is already aware of the existence of the smoker.
Tang Jiao... Originally, Fu Qingzhou was not sure whether she knew, but now he is sure that she knew. It must have been the old guy Qing Songzi who said it...
In the carriage before, when he asked Tang Jiao "if there are any more magic weapons," the little girl casually announced the names of some magic weapons in a tacit understanding, while reaching out and gently tapping the jade pendant around his waist.
How is this Fu Qingzhou’s plan?
This is simply Tang Jiao’s plan.
The little girl who used to cry and follow her behind, only to be cute and cute with her head lowered, has also grown up.
Fu Qingzhou and his party of five walked quietly in the woods, walking beside the official road.
Walking on foot is of course much slower than riding a carriage, but the place where they got off the bus was not far from the capital, so it didn't take much time.
As we walked, the sky gradually turned white.
After a night of rain, the clouds in the sky finally dispersed, and a ray of sunlight from the distant mountains pierced the tops of the leaves in the forest, casting moving spots of light.
“Sir, it’s our car!”
Yuan Ziping’s eyes lit up and he shouted.
I saw a carriage parked on the official road not far ahead, with two horses leisurely eating grass on the roadside.
It was almost dawn at this time, and we were approaching the capital. There were gradually people on the road.
Probably because Mr. Jing is so wealthy, no one pays attention to a carriage parked by the road, and no one even steps forward to take a closer look.
Yuan Ziping strode forward with a smile on his face, jumped into the car skillfully, and opened the curtain...
"Ah!"
Hearing his exclamation, his eyes instantly widened.
“What’s wrong?”
Fu Qingzhou and a few others followed closely. When he got closer, he saw a dead man lying in the carriage.
This is a skinny old woman with dark and yellow skin covered with ugly spots, but she is wearing an extremely revealing gauze skirt.
She died in the carriage with her hair disheveled, her eyes wide open, as if she had seen some extremely horrific scene before she died.
(End of this chapter)