The next second, a blurry shadow appeared behind Mu Yun.
"ah!--"
The shadow materialized, it was Qiuyuan. Between the lightning and flint, Qiuyuan had strangled Mu Yun's neck and pressed her head into the resurrection coffin.
Fight... is this going to start?
Want to help? Who to help?
"Now!" Mu Yun shouted, holding the edge of the resurrection coffin with both hands to resist the power of seeking the source.
There were several dark shadows swishing across the trees.
Xiao Lan only felt three wisps of blood flash in front of her eyes, and the situation changed in an instant. Three men covered in blood restrained Qiu Yuan's waist and shoulders respectively, and Mu Yun quickly broke away from the control.
Isn't this... the mutated Huo Simao and his group?
Huo Si Mao still looked as crazy as when we last saw him, with a ferocious face and long fingernails, the ends of which pierced Qiuyuan Buyi's shoulders.
"Okay..." Qiuyuan gritted his teeth and sneered, "Mu Yun..."
"You don't deserve it," Mu Yun's hair was messy and her beautiful eyes flashed with determination, "You don't deserve to call me Mu Yun."
Mu Yun is back.
Xiaolan was a little confused. Not long ago... wasn't it still difficult for her to regain control of her body?
Could it be that... Mu Yun is acting?
Pretending to be defeated by Fake Mu Yun, in fact Fake Mu Yun has been suppressed.
So, is this Mu Yun’s trump card?
Xiaolan didn't hesitate and slipped directly to Mu Yun's side.
"Are you Mu Yun?"
Mu Yun's eyes were locked on Qiuyuan, and he only had time to smile at Xiaolan and whisper, "Thank you for your hard work."
Wow, I feel stable this time!
Xiaolan straightened her back.
He hadn't been proud for a few seconds when a scornful smile flashed across Qiuyuan's lips. The muscles all over his body seemed to ripple suddenly. The movements of Huo Simao and the others froze instantly. Xiaolan could clearly see Huo Simao's penetration.
The nails on Qiuyuan's shoulders were withdrawn from Qiuyuan's body inch by inch. When the nails were completely separated, a circle of black energy suddenly appeared around Qiuyuan. The three of them howled and were blown away by the black energy.
It was too sudden.
Xiaolan touched her head.
Qiuyuan stood up and patted the dust off his shoulders. There was no trace of blood on the cloth. Qiuyuan turned around and let out a cold snort from deep in his nose.
"Get up!" Mu Yun raised his hand, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
The moment Mu Yun raised his hand, Huo Simao and the others also stood up from the ground in a twisted manner.
The reason why I say twisted is because those three people can no longer make upright movements like normal people. The black energy around Qiu Yuan nearly blew them to pieces. The skin and flesh on their bodies that were originally covered with blood fell off, their bones were broken, and their bones were white.
It was so exposed that it looked like three mutilated corpses.
But they can still fight.
After standing up, the three of them approached Qiu Yuan like zombies.
The onlookers had already screamed and ran away, and only a few of them were left in the huge battlefield.
But Xiaolan felt much better without so many noisy flies.
"Mu Yun, they have become like this, do you still have the heart to let them die?" Qiuyuan's eyes flashed, and his deliberately showy look was disgusting, "Didn't you sympathize with them in the past? You are no longer kind, Mu
cloud."
"Sympathy?" Mu Yun shouted sharply, "They killed Brother Huo, and this is the sin they deserve to atone! Now it's your turn to atone, Qiu Yuan, you should have died long ago!"
Qiuyuan stood there quietly, watching the three people of Huo Si Mao rushing towards him, completely unmoved.
It is absolutely impossible to defeat Qiu Yuan with these three broken tools alone.
Qiuyuan bent down and dodged Huo Simao's first scratch. He waved his left hand in the air and gave a light push with his right elbow. The two people were knocked away again. Huo Simao was flying above Qiuyuan's head, preparing for the second blow. Qiuyuan's movements
But he was faster, raised his hand and slapped Huo Simao's chest, bringing out a stream of plasma, and Huo Simao's body flew far away.
Qiu Yuan's hand remained in the air for a long time, and then he slowly lowered it, as if there was something in his hand.
Mu Yun wanted to raise his hand to direct the three of them to continue fighting, but Qiu Yuan threw the object in his hand at their feet.
Xiaolan looked down and her internal organs couldn't help but surge.
Red and white, slender shape, enlarged at the end and narrow in the middle, like a bloody thorn.
This is a human rib.
Seeking the source... is simply inhuman...
Xiao Lan looked at Huo Simao who was lying on the ground. The place where he flew just now was covered with blood. Huo Simao was motionless. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive. Maybe... he seemed dead but not alive. He seemed alive but not dead.
.
Mu Yun opened his mouth slightly, and his half-raised hands were shaking violently.
"Does it look good?" Qiuyuan finally suppressed his sneer, stared at Mu Yun, and said calmly, "Is it fun?"
"You...you..." Mu Yun spoke incoherently, his eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed in vain to seek the source, but couldn't say a word.
"Do you like this way of dying?" Qiu Yuan shook off the flesh and blood on his hands, "You could have died a simpler death, Mu Yun, why do you never figure it out and always want to run away?"
"What exactly do you want?" Seeing that Qiu Yuan was about to start a killing spree, Xiao Lan asked loudly to divert his attention, "With your ability, why bother to restrain yourself in a small place like Huo Huo Village?"
"What do I want?" Qiuyuan pointed at himself, with a matter-of-fact look on his face, "I want everything to go on normally, without accidents or troubles. Ask me what I want, what I did, and the person who took the lead in setting up the trap.
Is it me? Am I the one who trapped Fengmu? Am I the one who destroyed the ritual? It’s obviously you who are coveting something you shouldn’t be coveting..."
Covet what you shouldn’t covet?
"Madman, really crazy..." Xiaolan was speechless, "I think you are really living in a dream..."
Do evil people always have their twisted and ugly views that they consider complete?
"You are greedy, a bunch of maggots..." Qiuyuan kept talking with a look of disgust, "Disgusting, weak, humble, just like me, who is so great... ah!"
A scream interrupted Qiu Yuan's insulting words.
Qiuyuan looked at the blood slowly dripping from the right side of his neck in disbelief.
"Run!"
Lao Liu appeared out of nowhere, and the hoe in his hand cut deeply into the right side of Qiuyuan's neck. Qiuyuan's blood spurted out instantly, just like a normal person.
Qiu Yuan stared at his own blood, looking extremely painful and angry.
The sixth child is in danger.
"Mu Yun, run!" Lao Liu tried his best to pull out the hoe from Qiuyuan's body. The entire head of the hoe was covered in blood red, "Run! Protect the village chief's child! Your child!"
"
After saying that, he swung his hoe fiercely and prepared for the second attack.
But this time it's not that easy.
The hoe that was still dripping with blood was stopped by Qiuyuan with one hand. Qiuyuan held the wooden handle of the hoe tightly with his right hand and turned around slowly.
"Do you think that just because I can't kill you, it means you are safe?"
The voice asking for the source finally became angry.
As expected, he couldn't harm the villagers.
But... listening to what he wants, there is still a way to go.