Song Yizhi stepped through the door, and the stench of rotting corpses hit his face. Song Yizhi walked towards the main room as if he couldn't smell it.
Chu He followed closely behind, but he quickly blocked his sense of smell as soon as he entered.
Walking into the main room, Chen Ying's body was lying on the bed, and the dead man with only a pair of underwear was also there.
The inside of the main room was exactly the same as before they left.
Song Yizhi looked around, then raised his head to look at the beams.
Chu He also followed Song Yizhi's example and looked up, and then saw a piece of fabric in the dark corner.
There is someone in the house!
"Miss Song, be careful!" Chu He said urgently.
"Whoosh——"
As soon as Chu He opened his mouth, the poison dart aimed at Song Yizhi's eyes and came through the air.
The distance was too close and there was no time to draw his sword to block it. Chu He was so frightened that his mind went blank. He subconsciously rushed forward to help Song Yizhi block the poison dart.
Before Chu He could pounce on him, the poisonous dart was already in front of Song Yizhi.
Chu He was so frightened that his heart was broken.
The next second, Song Yizhi raised her hand and the poison dart was held on her fingertips.
When Chu He saw the poison dart in Song Yizhi's hand, his tense body relaxed a little, his hanging heart dropped back, and he let out a heavy breath.
Not bad, not bad.
Just hope Miss Song is fine.
But, how did Miss Song catch this poison dart?
When the surprise attack failed, the man on the beam jumped down, drew his sword and slashed at Song Yizhi.
"clang--"
Chu He drew his sword with his backhand and started fighting with the man whose face was covered with black cloth.
The small main room made it difficult for the two to use their hands and feet. The furnishings in the main room were affected by the two of them, and the wood was scattered all over the floor.
Song Yizhi saw that Chu He was able to handle the situation with ease, so he withdrew his gaze and walked against the wall to the bed.
Walking to the bed, Song Yizhi looked at the body, then took two steps back to maintain a safe distance.
While the man and Chu He were fighting, he glanced at Song Yizhi and saw her standing beside the bed. He suddenly took out a bone whistle and blew it.
The sharp sound is too harsh and a bit weird.
Chu He frowned and became more ruthless.
Song Yizhi didn't seem to hear it, and didn't even turn his head, looking straight at the body on the bed.
The dead white skin was suddenly torn apart by something, and the "prick" sound was a bit scary, like brocade being torn.
The corpse on the bed suddenly sat up straight. She turned her head stiffly, looked straight at Song Yizhi with empty eyes, and then her nails suddenly grew.
In just two breaths, the originally beautiful body on the bed became unrecognizable.
The corpse suddenly rose up, and its long black armor clawed at Song Yizhi's face.
Song Yizhi ducked sideways lightly, then raised his hand to pinch the corpse's arm and pulled it down.
"bump--"
The body was pulled heavily by Song Yizhi and fell to the ground.
Chu He took a look and saw that the corpse had become unrecognizable, and he was suddenly frightened.
Song Yizhi's calm voice sounded, "I can handle it, you go out and fight."
If Chu He and that man are allowed to fight in the main room, the main room will definitely collapse.
Chu He calmed down, then jumped up suddenly, kicked the man on the chest, and kicked him out of the hall.
The man fell in the yard. Knowing that he could not defeat Chu He, he turned around and got up and was about to run away, but before he could get up, a terrifying pressure approached.
In an instant, the powerful and domineering pressure came down like a mountain, and he was nailed to the spot, unable to move for a moment.
The familiar fierce pressure made Chu He's expression change. He stepped out of the main room in two steps, and then saw the man strolling in the courtyard.
"Demon Lord." Chu He raised his hand and put it on his heart, knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully.
The unable to move man's pupils suddenly shrank. He tried to raise his head to look, but all he could see was the man's sharp jawline.
Demon Lord?!
How could it be!!
Chu He's mind didn't turn around for a moment, and he was full of doubts as to why the Demon Lord suddenly appeared here.
"No." Feng Canglin's majestic voice sounded.
"Thank you, Demon Lord." Chu He thanked him and stood up, then tied up the man.
Feng Canglin crossed the Chu River and walked straight to the main room.
After Feng Canglin walked to the door of the hall, he paused and his expression became a bit indescribable.
In the hall, the body's limbs were twisted by Song Yizhi, and it lay paralyzed on the ground in a very weird posture.
Song Yizhi held a foot-long knife in his hand and gestured at the corpse, as if he was hesitating where to cut it for dissection.
The scene that Feng Canlin expected did not happen at all. He was stunned for a moment but still breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Canglin walked up to her and confirmed that Song Yizhi had no skin injuries. She still asked worriedly, "Are you injured?"
Song Yizhi raised his head and glanced at Feng Canlin, shook his head, "I'm fine, uncle, why are you here?"
When Chu He walked to the door of the hall, he was so frightened by Song Yizhi's words that he slipped and nearly fell down.
The man he was holding in his hand hit his head on the threshold, and stars suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Feng Canglin said in a warm voice, "I noticed something was wrong, I was afraid you wouldn't be able to handle it."
Although this was Zhizhi's experience and he shouldn't interfere, he couldn't watch Zhizhi get hurt.
Song Yizhi responded, then showed a cute smile, "Uncle, why don't you go out and wait for me?"
"Huh?" Feng Canglin looked at Song Yizhi confused.
Song Yizhi smiled and said, "I want to do an autopsy."
Feng Canglin was speechless, and he said helplessly, "Are you still afraid of scaring me?"
He has never seen big winds and waves. How could such a small scene scare him, this little girl?
"Maybe?" After saying that, seeing that Feng Canlin was not ready to go out, Song Yizhi lowered his head and prepared to strike.
Chu He walked up, threw the man with his hands tied on the ground, and stood behind Feng Canglin.
The knife cut through the skin, and the flesh under the skin was covered with a layer of black fine hairs, which was horrifying and disgusting.
Chu He frowned, suppressed the discomfort, and said in a deep voice, "What the hell is this?"
Song Yizhi said nothing. Her eyes fell on the heart of the corpse, and the knife moved accordingly.
Feng Canglin glanced sideways at Chu He and signaled Chu He not to disturb Song Yizhi.
Chu He silently shut up and even breathed lightly.
When the skin and flesh were broken open, the atrium was exposed, but the heart had disappeared.
What followed was a stench that shot straight up to Tianling Gai. The smell was smelly, fishy, and even irritating to the eyes.
The atrium of the heart has been occupied by a thing covered with black hair. As for the original heart, I'm afraid it has already become the nourishment of that thing.
"..." Song Yizhi turned his head and looked aside, his eyes red, "Why does this stink hurt your eyes? It's outrageous!"
Feng Canglin looked at the pitiful little girl with red eyes, feeling distressed and wanting to laugh.
After a while, Song Yizhi took out a transparent crystal bottle, then raised his hand to squeeze the thing entrenched in his atrium and moved it into the bottle, and then quickly capped the bottle.
The stench that stung the eyes disappeared.
Song Yizhi suddenly felt much better.
This thing is really smelly and eye-catching!
Chu He leaned over to look at the contents of the bottle, and then asked curiously, "What is this?"
The next second, the thing covered with black hair in the bottle suddenly raised its head, revealing a mini version of a human face and looking directly at Chu He.
Chu He was startled, and his whole body was so cold that he felt goosebumps all over his body.