I don't know who the woman in the Kyushu Fangding with the Resurrection Grass is, but one of her identities must be a shamanistic witch.

The female ugly corpse who came back from the dead and was loyal to the painter has the same dragon boat flower accessories and the same beliefs. Now, she has also inserted branches of the resurrecting plant into her body. Can we conclude that they are the same person?

One identity, one fate.

So, if this is a logical inference in mathematics, Chao Wendao and Nvchou Zhizhi have the same eyes, he also has dragon boat flower accessories, and he is infinitely in awe of the painter who has lived for a long time. Could it be that the final conclusion I reached is

, will they both have the same fate?

No, no, no, no, Chao Wendao is just an ordinary person, and he is still stupid. He has never believed in any shaman, Fajiaku, so, no matter what, he should not extend his life for that bullshit master!

"Come, come to me."

The corpse of the ugly woman dragged the plants and walked to the painter who was blocked. So, the painter helped the corpse of the ugly woman to resurrect to save her life, right?

The female ghosts who were blocking me were right in front of me, and my adrenaline suddenly exploded. I wanted to make a big noise even if I was holding on to death, disrupting the painter's mentality of extending his life. I picked up the sacrificial knife and stabbed forward——

When the female ghosts fought, they were indeed better than me. I stabbed out several times in succession, and they dodged around. Except for one or two cuts in their clothes, no one was hurt, but I was staggered!

I knew that if the entanglement continued, I would definitely suffer if there were too many of them, so I waved the sacrificial knife, greased the soles of my feet as much as possible, and crawled into the open space!

"Come, come to my place." He spoke again.

"No! Don't go there!"

I knew that I was speaking to the weirdo, so I immediately shouted at the top of my lungs: "You are living well, why should you give your life to others? His life is life, and your life is also life!"

I ran so hard that I was out of breath, but it was still difficult to get over the wall of people in front of me. But what was gratifying was that I didn’t hear Chao Wendao respond to Master’s call. Of course he didn’t want to die. There are people in this world.

Whoever wants to be safe should give up his life!

"Come, come here. You should remember it, you know what you are."

"Brother Dao! Brother Dao, please open your eyes and take a look!" Brother Mouse's hoarse roar came from behind. Of course he was as angry as me, "Look at how hard I have worked.

For whom? At this time, you don’t care about the master-disciple relationship, fight him! He can’t beat you!"

"It's so noisy!"

I was startled. The chaotic sound of soul-calling and the disturbing tinkling music suddenly weakened in the three words of the painter that contained anger.

I was distracted and while dodging left and right, unfortunately my left arm was caught and I could no longer move.

"I'm thinking of my old friend. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Kunlun Snow Mountain has always been deserted." The painter continued in a deep voice. I could hear that his patience was really exhausted. "Drink tea, rest for a while, and accompany me to complete the renewal of life."

That’s fine, but we have to do it the other way around!”

I thought it was going to be over. Although a head-on conflict has inevitably occurred, both the Queen Mother of the West and the female ghost are still dealing with us and have not caused any real harm to us. I think the painter has to deal with corpses all day long.

, but he is not a murderous demon. If he hadn't been determined to take Chao Wendao's life, maybe we could sit down and have a drink. But now, we insist on messing up his situation. After all, we have touched the bottom line. He

No more mercy.

I held the sacrificial knife tightly, thinking about how one person could defeat a group of people who were using all their strength. The female ghost's hand gripped my arm tighter and tighter. Suddenly, I heard "dong dong dong" and stepped on the wood.

There was a movement on the bridge, and when I turned my head, I was startled! Why was the young prince standing there holding the tea-loving Queen Mother of the West?

"No one is allowed to do anything!"

The young prince's expression was very solemn, and his bald head seemed to be radiating brilliance. Sure enough, my teammates would never sit idly by and sit there drinking tea. They were also thinking of ways to help as much as possible!

Everyone was stunned for a moment. The sound of flapping wings was accompanied by the sound of whistles. It was not known whether it was Brother Mouse or Queen Mother Xi who had lost her jewelry and called the blue bird.

This sudden change happened, and the female ghosts didn't know what to do for a while. I was supposed to be strangled to death by them, but before the painter said the words "kill me" just now, their other backbone, Nv Chouzhi,

The corpse was now integrated with the Resurrection Grass, and he was probably about to die. I struggled a little, stretched my neck to look over, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, but I could still feel that the nutrient solution in the underground pipes was still there.

It's flowing slowly.

Under normal circumstances, with the strength and agility of the Queen Mother of the West, I think it would be difficult for anyone to subdue them. If I take a closer look, the head of the Queen Mother of the West who loves to drink tea is drooped, and she is leaning on her body weakly.

The young prince has completely lost the energy he had when he was looking for tea sets!

What happened on the other side of the bridge? She was just drinking tea, and why did she languish from a lively state to this? I saw that even in this state, she still held a cup tightly in her hand, and there was no sign of anything on her body.

What kind of wound? It is probably that Dr. Lin or the Bearskin Witch did something to the boiled tea, which made the Queen Mother of the West unprepared. She couldn't wait to drink it and became our hostage!

The young prince walked over from the bridge step by step. He held a fragment of a dish in his hand and pressed it against the white and tender neck of the woman in his arms. Now no one dared to mess around, and the female ghost who was trying to rush over also stepped by step.

After retreating, the big bluebird flying in the distance carrying another sister, the Queen Mother of the West, circled in a circle and dared not come closer. The rabbit was biting when it was anxious. The little prince only needed a little fingertips.

With some effort, that artery will bloom.

"My lord, save Brother Dao, he will use Brother Dao to survive!"

"Extend your life?!"

He walked past me, and I quickly asked him for help. When the young prince heard these two words, he was also stunned.

Another whistle sounded, and Brother Mouse, who had no restraint, also summoned a blue bird. He flew to a high place to block the Queen Mother of the West who had lost her jewelry, so that she would not interfere with the young prince.

"How about one life for another?" The young prince continued to hold the tea-loving Queen Mother of the West hostage and walked forward. He stared at the stone pillars covered with resurrecting grass and said in a deep voice, "You definitely don't want to look at her.

Die, similarly, we don’t want to watch Chao Wendao die, I will go over now and replace him with another!"

The female ghosts in the circle stepped aside one after another. I heard the painter hesitate for a moment, but he smiled in a less anxious tone: "Oh, my daughter is the most disobedient one. It's a headache. It may be premature rupture of the embryo."

Her brain has not developed well. However, of course, we cannot let her die like this. After death, she will be gone. After all, she is also a little mule."

When I heard what he said, I felt uncomfortable all over. "Little mule" was the slander he used to slander me before, and now he used "ye" on Queen Mother Xi. Although it sounded harsh, it seemed to him that

It seems that this is not a curse word.

"But there is nothing I can do now." The painter took two steps and then said: "Look, the little prince in the capital, you are late."

"Really? Why do I think it's still too late? Your ridiculous ceremony has just begun..."

His throat suddenly got stuck, and my heart trembled. Once the female ghosts in the circle dispersed, my sight was very clear at such a close distance: the stone pillars were covered with vines, and they looked like

It seems that someone planted a small tree. The smaller human head coffins have been wrapped like several big bumps protruding from the trees, and the largest one can still expose half of the lower part. The resurrection grass is really

Just like protecting the woman in the Kyushu Fangding, it is growing hard in circles, covering all the coffins!

The body of the female ugly corpse is almost the same as the scene in the dream. The vines of the Resurrection Plant are like green blood vessels inserted into her flesh. If all those blood vessels are cut off at this time, will she be like that woman?

How about aging in an instant and turning into a withered skeleton?

Among these green pillars, there was another man with a red cloth on his head and his body wrapped in various vines. He must have struggled before and wanted to run out from the stone pillars.

There were a few pieces of debris scattered around, and a dagger lying on the ground in the distance.

But he failed to escape in the end. The vines tied his waist like a rope. At this moment, he did not fight against the vines. I saw that there was also a green blood vessel inserted into his right hand.
Chapter completed!